2387. Twelve years after the Dominion War.
The Dominion War has cast a long and dark shadow. It has been twelve years since the unconditional surrender of the Dominion, with some failing to escape the darkness. In 2386 it was discovered that the binary stars of the Glintara system would go supernova in thirty years. Instead, in just over a year, the stars prematurely went nova, taking the most populated Romulan planets with them. The Romulan Empire has been destroyed. Billions died almost instantly, with millions fleeing into Federation space as refugees—what remains is a broken remnant, scattered and desperate.
In the wake of the Shinzon incident just years prior, the Federation struggles with overcrowding, resource shortages, and shifting power among the galactic powers. As old allies fall silent, fallen enemies quietly rebuild.
One year later, in 2387, an aging starship built for war—the USS Moore—must help preserve the fragile peace its officers fought so hard for, 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 binaries within the Romulan Empire do. This sim explores mature themes of politics, loss, loyalty, war, and self-doubt. It challenges the utopian ideals of Star Trek to understand both our fellow man and the darkness within.
The Moore isn’t a sandbox — it’s a story that writers help steer. One continuous, unfolding narrative written with precision, purpose, and consequence. Every choice echoes. Every silence matters. Every moment is part of something larger. Writing here is treated as craft — grounded, cinematic, and human. The tone is deliberate and emotionally honest, shaped by presence, connection, and restraint.
This is a collaborative ensemble — fast-paced, character-driven, and alive with consequence. Writers come here not just to play in a world, but to build one. To create something cohesive. Lasting. Human.
It’s more than a sim.
It’s an ensemble.
And the story changes because you did.
Experienced writers are welcome. The Moore thrives on emotional honesty, narrative depth, and the courage to tell stories that mean something.
Rated 3-3-3 | 18+ Story | Mature Themes and Content
Latest News Items
» Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Fri Dec 19th, 2025 @ 11:18am by Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris in Completed Missions
A month following the terrorist attack by the Whisperers, tensions have only run higher throughout the Federation as supplies run lower.
In a desperate move to sure up resources, the Federation Council, under the direction of the Federation president, makes the unpopular decision to cut a deal with the Syndicate to allow open trade with the unscrupulous organization in exchange for replenishing supply lines the Federation desperately needed. Like many Starfleet ships, the Moore has been reassigned to escort a frigate of these gangsters to their intended destination of Betazed.
With tensions running high, it's all the crew can do…
» Year One: Whispers In The Wind
Posted on Sat Oct 11th, 2025 @ 6:36pm by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart in Completed Missions
The crew have arrived at Solomon IV and are helping with the relocation of Romulan refugees in the established Federation colony. With looting and rising anti-Romulan sentiments across the Federation, tensions build old enemies try to learn to accept each other.
» Prologue: Centre Predominate
Posted on Sat Oct 11th, 2025 @ 6:09pm by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart in Completed Missions
In the aftermath of the Glintara stars exploding, countless numbers of Romulan refugees have flooded Federation space for safe harbor. With growing hostility towards the Romulans, the USS Moore is tasked with escorting civilian transports and supply freighters to potential new homes. But not everyone is willing to forget the past.
Latest Mission Posts
» Unscheduled Maintenance
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Sat Jan 10th, 2026 @ 9:25pm by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant Tollan Yara
Sickbay was still in night cycle, lights dimmed low enough that the space felt paused between shifts. The ship hadn’t fully woken yet—no foot traffic, no chatter, just the steady hum of life-support and medical systems idling.
Tollan Yara was at the central console reviewing overnight telemetry when the doors parted.
He looked up—and paused.
“Stewart,” he said. “You’re here early. I wasn’t expecting you until 1300 hours.”
She stepped inside and let the doors close behind her.
Her hair was pulled back into a simple ponytail, not yet braided into her usual duty plait. Her jacket was on but…
» Where It Still Hurts
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Thu Jan 8th, 2026 @ 10:25am by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro
Stewart groaned as she peeled her uniform jacket off, feeling the jolt of pain running down from the base of her neck and through her shoulder blade in the effort. She slowly moved to sit between Koaruh’s legs so he could help with the tightened muscles.
“God…I hate this.” She grumbled about the pain flaring from the bond. “Don’t be too easy…being gentle only irritates it.” she said to him over her shoulder before reaching her glass of wine and taking a sip.
Koaruh slid in close, knees either side of her hips, and eased her back against his chest.…
» The Weight of Things
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Tue Jan 6th, 2026 @ 1:21pm by Lieutenant Tollan Yara & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro
Yara groaned as he stood up from the mat where he was doing his crunches. His abs ached as he adjusted the hem of his regulation tank over the spots that ran down his side, but enjoyed that subtle burn of his muscles doing the work. He went over to where Koaruh was, waiting for the Betazoid to finish the set of current exercise before they moved on together.
Koaruh finished the last rep, racked the bar, and sat up with a breath that turned into a grin when he saw Yara looming.
“Morning, abs-of-regret,” he said, swiping sweat with…
» Testing The Deck
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Fri Nov 21st, 2025 @ 11:04am by Lieutenant Dezarac Talvon & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj
The turbolift doors parted to the steady thrum of a ship at stride. Main Engineering spread out beneath the warp core’s blue-white heartbeat, decks alive with the quiet choreography of hands that knew their panels. Cal paused on the threshold for a beat, letting the room’s rhythm settle into him—coolant hiss, soft call-and-response of status checks, the faint ozone bite that always lived in the coils.
He moved in at an easy clip, returning a few nods as crew glanced up. No inspections, no theatrics. He stopped at the rail, eyes on the intermix like a man reading weather.
“Lieutenant…
» Anjar's Choice
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Wed Nov 19th, 2025 @ 3:49pm by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Commodore Anjar Tevon
Life on the ship had slowed to a near stand still. The corridors were quiet since they left Starbase 514, en route to Starbase 12. Everyone retreated to their places of comfort: their quarters, the DMZ, the holodecks. Anywhere to escape the tension and not talk about the anxiety of the mission. Everyone went out of their way to avoid the section of Deck 7 - the brig.
The brig was still except for the hum of the warp engines—a low, steady thrum that made the silence feel deliberate.
The doors hissed open.
“Ensign,” Lieutenant Stewart said evenly. “You’re relieved.”…
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…