“I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.”
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
— Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front
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.
One year later 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, political discontent, 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 News Items
» 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
» Discipline & Desire
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Wed Oct 15th, 2025 @ 8:16am by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro
Evelyn let out a controlled breath as she turned out with one leg and spun into a soft pirouette before dipping low with her body at her waist, fingertips grazing the floor as she tightened her core and found her balance. She let her body feel the movements without breaking her concentration. As she moved gracefully across the hardwood floor of the simulated dance studio her lines were clear, precise - disciplined. They were exactly what one would expect of someone who had danced all their life. Her breathing was labored but measured. A fine sheen of sweat spread along…
» Hand-off Hook
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Mon Oct 13th, 2025 @ 1:48pm by Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Tollan Yara & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Ensign Sophie Bishop
Calvin leaned against a cargo crate near the back, arms folded across his chest, watching the makeshift arena come alive. The smell of sweat and recycled air mixed with the sharper tang of adrenaline — it reminded him of Academy gyms, back when bruises were badges and a black eye meant you were taking the lessons seriously.
All around him, the crew had shed the weight of uniform and duty for something rawer. Laughter bubbled over as bets changed hands at Char’s table. Shouts of encouragement rang out when someone landed a clean hit, and groans rose just as loud…
» Dropping Off Excess Baggage
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Mon Oct 13th, 2025 @ 7:29am by Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & Sayssus Zhevou
The forward viewscreen bloomed with the soft light of Betazed, oceans and verdant continents sliding into frame as the ship slowed from warp. The homeworld’s natural beauty filled the bridge with a glow that no starfield could match — a planet that seemed to breathe calm into the room.
Cal sat forward in the command chair, one hand braced against the armrest as the vibration of the deck plates eased beneath him. He drew in a breath, then let it out slow, the faintest ghost of a smile on his face.
“Helm, confirm orbital insertion complete,” he said, voice steady…
» Moving On
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Sun Oct 12th, 2025 @ 6:55am by Lieutenant Dezarac Talvon
Dezarac Talvon cradled his face as the pain shot through his jaw. He watched the woman who had been facing him walk away until she was out of sight. Shaking his head, he flexed his jaw, trying to ward off the pain from her strike. A subtle laugh escaped as he rubbed the side of his face.
"Not sure I deserved that," he said. He turned to the short man next to him, catching his gaze.
"You did," said the Ferengi, a broad smile overtaking his features.
"Aww, piss off, Sully. I don't see you gettin' out there none," said…
» Where Mercy Bends the Map
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Fri Oct 10th, 2025 @ 1:00am by Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj
USS Moore — Captain’s Ready Room
The steady hum of the station’s support pylons resonated faintly through the hull — a reminder that the Moore had been still for far too long. Cal sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled, a half-finished cup of coffee forgotten beside a small stack of PADDs. Through the viewport, the pale blue shimmer of Copernicus Fleet Yards glowed against the darkness — a smaller, quieter cousin to Starbase 514, built for logistics, repair, and the occasional stranded captain in need of patience.
Three weeks of resupply had done the ship good. The cargo bays were…
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…