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

The Moore is a proud member of the 16th Fleet and has partnered with the USS Galileo

Latest Mission Posts

» Year One: Strange Bedfellows

Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Fri Jul 3rd, 2026 @ 8:50am by Captain Julien Naal & Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant Tollan Yara & Char & Remy Naal

***MD 001***
0730 - Unpopular Briefing - Stryvek, Greco, Davaris, Stewart, Zhevou, Baaru, Th'relnal, T'Mara, Naal Sr.
0800 - Stormfront - Stryvek, Davaris
2015 - Beach Buddies - Davaris, Stewart
2100 - Medical Non-Compliance - T'Mara, Th'relnal

***MD 002***
1000 - First Impressions - Vulcan Style - Stryvek, T'Mara
1640 - Flattery and Barriers - Zhevou, Greco
1955 - Neuro-Pressure Anyone? - Zhevou, T'Mara
2145 - A Pound of Flesh - Davaris

***MD 003***
1000 - Unwanted Guests - Davaris, Greco, Stryvek, Stewart, Zhevou, Saysuss
1025 - No Win Scenario - Stryvek, Stewart
1730 - Guess Who's Going For Dinner…

» What Helps

Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Fri Jul 3rd, 2026 @ 7:40am by Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Tollan Yara & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro

“—I don’t care what the reports say.”

Greco lowered the PADD just enough to look across the ready room. The conversation had already been going long enough for the edges to wear sharp.

“She struck another officer,” he said, gaze shifting briefly toward Commander Maraj before settling again. “A department head. In public.” His jaw shifted once. “And then escalated.”

Near the desk, Yara stayed quiet for a moment, letting the frustration breathe before stepping into it. Koaruh sat off to one side of the room, quieter than the rest, his evaluation still open on the PADD in front of…

» Don’t Let It Breathe

Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Mon Jun 15th, 2026 @ 11:50am by Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris

Cal had not closed the incident file.

That was starting to annoy him.

Not because he needed to read it again. He knew it inside out by now. Stewart had gone looking for a fight and found one. She had put hands on Keishara first, ignored chances to back down, and then kept pushing until the whole thing spilled across the DMZ in front of half the ship.

That part was clear.

Too clear.

But Keishara was Chief Security and Tactical Officer. That meant the bar was higher, not because Cal expected her to stand there and take a punch…

» Emergency Contact

Mission: Between The Orders
Posted on Tue Jun 9th, 2026 @ 12:29pm by Taryn Rook

Taryn dropped into the pilot’s chair hard enough to make it complain, one hand already sweeping across the console before the straps had finished swinging beside her. Red warning text blinked over the main board in the smug little font station systems used when they thought they were in charge.

UNDOCKING REQUEST DENIED.
SAFETY INSPECTION PENDING.
REMAIN STATIONARY FOR AUTHORISED PERSONNEL.

She stared at it for half a second.

“Yeah, no.”

“Docking clamps remain engaged. Station control has locked external release.”

“Fantastic, love good news.”

Her fingers moved over the controls, waking systems in the wrong order because the right…

» Old Names

Mission: Between The Orders
Posted on Fri Jun 5th, 2026 @ 1:31pm by Taryn Rook

Red Thread Station looked better from a distance.

Most places did. Distance was kind like that.

It softened the scorch marks under the URC paint, blurred the awkward welds along the docking arms, and made the whole crooked stack of cargo spines and transfer rings look almost planned. From the approach vector, it had passed for a relief station. A safe harbour. One of those places people described with careful words because the truth had too many sharp edges.

Up close, from inside Docking Bay Twelve, it smelled like warm coolant, old deck plating and too many people pretending they…

Completed Missions

» 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.