“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
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: 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
» Between Throttle and Thought
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Sun Oct 26th, 2025 @ 5:58am by Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant Tollan Yara & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant Dezarac Talvon & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro
The ready-room doors hissed open and Cal stepped out into the bridge glow, Betazed-blue replaced by the clean lights of Copernicus drifting past the viewscreen. The ship felt coiled and ready; you could hear it in the way people breathed.
He took the centre seat without breaking stride. “Helm—bring us off the pylons. Set course for Starbase Five-One-Four, best speed that won’t get us a love letter from Traffic Control.”
Stewart smirked as she took over the helm at Cal's assessment. "Aye sir, initiating de-docking procedure."
The Moore slipped out of it's bearings with ease. She cut through the various…
» Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Thu Oct 23rd, 2025 @ 3:20am by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & Lieutenant T'Mara
***MD 001*** (Briefing/Travel)
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*** (Travel)
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*** (Arrival at coordinates)
1000 - Unwanted Guests - Davaris, Greco, Stryvek, Stewart, Zhevou, Saysuss
1025 - No Win Scenario - Stryvek, Stewart
1730 -…
» Neuropressure: A Scam and a Racket - Part 2
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Wed Oct 22nd, 2025 @ 3:52pm by Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & Lieutenant T'Mara
And now the continuation...
"Dash...if the proper Orion answer is your answer, then that is preferred response. You need not concern yourself with acting in a manner that I might prefer. I only want you to be yourself." T'Mara countered.
"I don't know that the Orion answer is my answer," Dash admitted honestly, she'd left that life behind. Although with her mother's ship showing up it was starting to make her wonder. Did she really want to leave all that behind. "The Orion answer is I'll do whatever the fuck I want to you and you'll like it. My answer…
» Neuropressure: A Scam and a Racket - Part 1
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Wed Oct 22nd, 2025 @ 3:52pm by Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & Lieutenant T'Mara
The standing appointment with T'Mara for the Vulcan neuropressure session had arrived. Dashku had taken the time to change out of her uniform into a spaghetti strap nightgown that split at the top of her hip and just covered her front and back, it had lace along the bust and down each side of each split. It meant her quarters were a little warmer than most, but she was comfortable and the nature of the neuropressure session made the type of attire appropriate.
When the chime rang, she padded over to the door and opened it with a quirked brow…
» Evening Rainchecks
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Tue Oct 21st, 2025 @ 4:15am by Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart
Evelyn finished lighting last of the small candles around the living space, placing the last on the table. With a sigh, she took her hair down from the simply ponytail she put it in while she worked throughout her quarters. “Computer, dim the lights to one quarter illumination. And play something soft from my personal database.” She ordered, noticing lighting shifting to a more relaxing and intimate setting, the room only lit by the streaking stars and few strategically placed candles before hearing a piano etude come through the hidden speakers.
Shaking her dark hair loose, she smoothed the front…
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…