Orbiting the tropical Kerelia, the strategically placed Sigma-class station is nestled between the edge of Federation controlled space, the Tholian Assembly, the Klingon Empire and the unknown. The Sovereign-class USS Mac arrives with a fresh-faced replacement crew, ready to tackle a host of new challenges out on the outskirts of the Beta Quadrant. But life this far from the civilization that they once knew can be hard. It can be unexpected, wonderful, and it can be dangerous.

The year is 2381. The Dominion War is over, and once again we look toward the unexplored.

Join us on the FRONTIER.

She'd slipped her guards. Didn't care and knew she should but she didn't. She would deal with the blowback when she slipped back into the territory but for now, she was curious and she could only hope that curiosity wouldn't kill her. She had wanted to come Little Terrielle the moment the shield had failed, shattered under the brunt of power like she'd never felt before. She'd heard stories of such but never witnessed it until that day. It wasn't something she wanted to witness ever again. She'd lost people that day, lost friends she'd known since they were children swinging in the trees. She never wanted to see it again.

A wishful thought.

She'd left her horse with the others when she slipped out of camp, couldn't have the refined look of the stallion drawing attention to herself, or her little adventure would be for nothing. She wanted to see something of the province her territory butted against. She'd never been able to during her lifetime and her curiosity was worse than a cat's. She knew Wulfric would give her grief, threaten to paddle her ass before the old wolf heard her recon information.

The province was different than her own, though she could see some of the similarities in the parts nearest to Dea al Mon. Now she could see where some of the worst people in her territory came from and they called those of the wood monsters. Her hood was up, covering the delicate curve of her pointed ears as she walked along a street. It wasn't the capital seat and it wasn't the fanciest town she'd heard of but it was decent enough.

Hazel eyes darted around as she took it in, she could feel the thrum of the land beneath her feet and the damage it felt. Not hers, not hers and she drew that part of herself back inside. She wished she had a better rein on some of her black widow craft, illusions being one of them but Sorcha was never the best at that. Maybe she'd have the Spider teach her more. Or her seer. One of them would do well to show her better parts of it.

She wasn't really paying attention to the people, too interested in structure and buildings than the crowd around her, and didn't notice the person until it was too late. Thumping into their body brought a grunt from her and a scowl between her brows. "Pardon," she murmured and moved to step around them.