"I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another."
-Erich Maria Remarque-
-Erich Maria Remarque-
In the wake of the Shinzon incident just years prior, there is tension as the Federation scrambles to handle issues of overcrowding, resource allocation, racism, and dealing with shifting power dynamics amongst the galactic powers. As old allies fall silent, unwilling to provide aid with the crisis, fallen enemies are slowly rebuilding.
In 2387, an aging starship that was built for war, the USS Moore, must step up to help preserve the fragile peace, that its officers fought so hard for, and is now in danger of collapsing from within.
The USS Moore is a Prometheus class ship set in an alternate timeline, where instead of the Hobus star going supernova, the Glintara binary stars within the Romulan Empire do. This Sim sets out to explore the mature themes of racism, war, death, loyalty and one’s own principals. It openly challenges the utopian ideals of Star Trek in an effort to understand both our fellow man, ourselves and the darkness within.
Experienced players are welcome, as this is a fast-paced, action-oriented character driven Sim that has a strong desire for collaboration on the story by all who join us.
This Sim is 18+ only with a rating of 333 and is more in line with Star Trek: Deep Space Nine in regards to themes, tone and style.
Latest Mission Posts
» Stones Unturned
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Sat Jul 5th, 2025 @ 7:59am by Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro & Ensign Sophie Bishop
The soft hum of the ship’s systems provided a quiet, steady rhythm as the door to Koaruh's office hissed open.
Sophie hovered at the threshold like a breeze that wasn’t sure it should enter. She glanced inside, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve. “Uh… you said I could swing by.”
Koaruh glanced up from the display in his lap. “Indeed I did, Miss Bishop. And you, as ever, arrive on the wind of perfect timing.”
He rose, a gentle smile easing across his refined features. His dark eyes, black as polished obsidian, held their usual calm—an effect Sophie found…
» Defining Relationships
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Thu Jun 19th, 2025 @ 8:00am by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj
Evelyn finished her report of the flight and navigation department for Commander Greco. She personally found such reports tedious but she needed a distraction. Checking the time, she realized Cal was due to arrive soon and straightened up her quarters somewhat. Since her bond was broken she could tell she was slipping somewhat as far as her discipline. She didn’t care about anything but getting through the day to get back to her quarters to be alone and, if necessary, drink.
Evelyn took down her braid and smoothed her hair back into a more practical ponytail before she recycled the…
» Bustling Barracks
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Tue Jun 10th, 2025 @ 11:22am by Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal
An unannounced visit often gave a better glimpse into how a department really ran. Cal hated the pomp and circumstance that came with higher rank and position and often felt people put on a different face when interacting with him. If you have time to prepare then you have time to shine the boots that are usually left to the wayside.
Marines weren't like that however, and Cal had great respect for them. During the Dominion War he fought alongside many of them, even a few from the Andorian Imperial Guard that had temporarily transferred over which it seemed his…
» TILT
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Mon May 26th, 2025 @ 2:36pm by 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal
His antenna moved slowly around and took in his surroundings. He was alone in his bed. Why did that seem to surprise him? Kes slowly opened his eyes and was thankful for the lights still being dim. He was laying on his side with the blanket barely covering his naked form. His head was fuzzy and his memory was nearly blank. How much did he drink last night?
The Andorian rolled onto his back and instantly jumped out of bed as the pain shot down his spine. "Lights!" He called out instinctively, and then regretted it as the lights flashed…
» Duty and Honor
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Wed May 21st, 2025 @ 6:26am by Commander Steven Greco & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj
Stepping off the turbolift with the new commanding officer, Steve did his best to be as professional as possible. He had no idea what it was Starfleet saw in the man to give him command of the Moore over himself. With a glance at Maraj, he stepped on the bridge. "It's this way to the ready room....sir." He added reluctantly to the officer standing over him as he crossed the bridge so they could down to work bringing him up to speed on their current assignment and the crew.
Cal knew where they ready room was. He'd served on a…
Latest Personal Logs
» Time to Move On
Posted on Wed Mar 27th, 2024 @ 12:59am by Lieutenant T'Mara
Starfleet Medical Center – San Fransisco, Earth - 2387
T’Mara arrived at the provider workroom off the 20 bed ICU where her locker and workstation were located. Her attending was already there for the morning shift and the human male strode over to her and gave one of his unnerving smiles and handed her a padd. She glanced down at it, thinking that it was nothing more than her patient assignment for the day, but considered it unusual that Commander Becker would wait around to hand deliver something so inconsequential. Normally it was tossed haphazardly on her desk.
“Well, are…
» Anger and Frustrations
Posted on Tue Feb 6th, 2024 @ 8:31pm by
Open log
Personal Log of Lily Marlow
This is my first log entry being on the USS Moore. I should have started one a few days ago however, I am still processing as to my being back on a ship, and getting to know the crew. Right now though I am trying to process what happened on the planet, it brought back unpleasant memories. However what happened on the planet makes the loss of my friend pale in comparison. No-one can truly be prepared at the wanton destruction of life that took place. Koaruh had to bring me out of…