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
» The Long Walk Out
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Thu Mar 12th, 2026 @ 7:55am by Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant JG Sam Matthews & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Commodore Anjar Tevon
The transporter room was already alive when Keishara stepped in.
Sam Matthews stood just off the pad, shoulders squared but relaxed, finishing a quiet exchange with the last of the team. Four gold uniforms total. No ceremony. No nerves on display. Just people who knew why they were here.
The transporter chief gave Kei a brief nod from the console and went back to his work. The air smelled faintly of ionisation and disinfectant, that clean, waiting stillness that always settled before a beam-out.
Sam turned as she approached and crossed the short distance between them. He didn’t bother with…
» Course Correction
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Wed Mar 11th, 2026 @ 7:31pm by Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart
The message appeared on her console without ceremony.
Lieutenant Stewart, report to my office.
— Greco
Evelyn stared at it.
A slow breath slipped out through her nose as she leaned back in her chair. Her eyes closed briefly and rolled before she could stop them.
“Fantastic.”
She pushed herself upright, straightening the front of her uniform jacket. The walk to the command deck didn’t give her any better answers than the console had. As far as she knew, the issue with the brig had already run its course. Davaris had confronted her. Words had been exchanged. Lines drawn.
Handled.…
» The Things That Follow You Home
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Sat Mar 7th, 2026 @ 6:13pm by Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris
Greco had one boot on and was reaching for the other when he realized she hadn’t said anything.
The room was quiet in the way it only ever was after — lights still low, the ship’s hum steady beneath it, nothing demanding his attention except the simple mechanics of getting dressed. He pulled the boot on, straightened, and adjusted the fall of his uniform trousers out of habit.
Keishara was still on the bed.
He finished fastening his belt before he looked up at her, giving the moment the courtesy of not rushing it. When he did, he paused —…
» Of The Stars
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Mon Feb 9th, 2026 @ 6:22pm by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou
Evelyn stared endlessly into a star field until the boundary between herself and the endless void began to blur. She was surrounded in utter silence - no hum of the engines, no beeping of completed diagnostics - only the faint feeling of the deck that vibrating softly under her feet and the thin curls of incense smoke from her Vulcan meditation lamp beside her.
She struggled with her thoughts recently. Her encounters with Anjar and Kei, the lingering strain from the severed bond, it all left her distracted. Bothersome thoughts intruded her stream of consciousness regularly now. She felt more…
» One Shot at a Time
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Thu Jan 29th, 2026 @ 9:34am by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant Tollan Yara & Char & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant Dezarac Talvon & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro & Ensign Sophie Bishop & Senior Chief Petty Officer Rufio Dulay & Gunnery Sergeant Matewa Natana & Chloe de la Vega
Lieutenant Stewart followed the rest of the bridge crew into the DMZ after alpha shift and stopped immediately in her tracks when she saw the open space in the middle of the room. Her brow furrowed she looked towards the bar. "What the hell happened to the foosball table, Char?" She asked the barkeep, perplexed.
Char simply shook his head, his eyes on the drink he was mixing for Ensign Chapman. "Gone. Starfleet Security confiscated it. Something about searching it for listening devices left by the Syndicate." The Bolian explained with a gruff tone. The violation of bar still 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…