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
» 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…
» Still Got That Mouth
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Tue Jan 27th, 2026 @ 10:03am by Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj
The bridge settled into its holding rhythm as the station filled the viewscreen, all struts and traffic lanes and quiet tension. Cal stayed where he was, hands loosely braced at the rail, eyes tracking nothing in particular as the last of the transfer prep rolled forward without him needing to prod it.
Then the soft chirp cut through the background hum.
“Captain,” Ops called from behind him, careful with the tone. “We’ve got an incoming priority channel from Starfleet Command. Flag encryption.”
Cal closed his eyes for half a beat.
Of course we do.
He straightened, expression smoothing out as…
» Inconvenient Duty
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Tue Jan 27th, 2026 @ 7:22am by Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart
The doors to the brig sealed behind her.
Evelyn kept walking.
Night cycle had pulled the ship inward—lights low, corridors quiet, the steady thrum of warp folding into her thoughts. Her pace slowed without her noticing, steps stretching out as her attention drifted inward. She didn’t register the moment she passed the point where she should have waited until it was already behind her.
The realization arrived without drama. Not panic. Not guilt. Just fact.
You didn’t wait for the relief officer.
Nothing was immediately wrong. The post was secure. Anjar wasn’t going anywhere.
Anjar’s voice stayed with her, calm…
» Frosty Greetings
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Sat Jan 24th, 2026 @ 5:01pm by Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal
Lieutenant Stewart looked down at her console as it beeped, signaling their arrival to their destination. "Commander, we're approaching Starbase 514." She announced without looking up from her console as she worked.
Cal felt the shift before the stars resolved, that subtle easing in the deck that always came with arrival. Starbase 514 slid into view and with it, the weight he’d been carrying since Copernicus.
So this was it.
Anjar Tevon wasn’t just another transfer. She was a decision made flesh and uniform, a walking argument Starfleet hadn’t finished having with itself. Whatever waited on 514 wouldn’t stay there…
» 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…
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…