Star Trek: Shadows of the Galaxy
The Federation is splintering. Treaties buckle. New empires rise. And the ghosts of Voyager—Borg salvage, synth offshoots, Delta Quadrant tech—are bleeding into the wider galactic web.

You are the firewall.

Aboard the USS Heimdahl NCC-79852, senior staff operate at the edge of Starfleet Command and in quiet lockstep with Intelligence. Disguises shift. Transponders lie. Orders vanish after delivery.

Your mission? Intervene before chaos ignites. Negotiate if you can. Neutralize if you must. Contain what should never have made it back.

No log entries. No fanfare. Just the silence after a catastrophe that never came.