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

» Nothing Left to Translate (Explicit Content)

Mission: Year Two: The Last Honest Port
Posted on Tue Jul 28th, 2026 @ 4:59pm by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro

The holodeck had given her two hours.

Two hours with the music loud enough to crowd out everything running alongside it, her body doing the work that nothing else had been able to do reliably — burning the bond pain down from sharp to something she could roll through, leaving her with nothing but the floor and the next movement and the one after that.

She hadn't thought about the fact she was relieved of duty, or about the bag sitting unpacked on her bed. She hadn't thought about the transport at Red Thread Station. She hadn't thought, with any…

» Pressured Impressions

Mission: Year Two: The Last Honest Port
Posted on Tue Jul 28th, 2026 @ 4:57pm by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant Korvek tr'Velar

Stewart stepped into Main Engineering and immediately clocked the chaos. Exposed cables snaked across the deck, conduits lay half-open, and the whole space felt… hollowed out, like it had been mid-dissection and abandoned.

Not her problem. She wasn’t even in proper full uniform since being relieved.

She picked her way through it anyway, careful where she placed her boots, eyes tracking movement and sound out of habit more than concern. Engineering wasn’t her jurisdiction, and whatever overhaul was underway could stay there. She was here for a kit, nothing more.

The storage compartment slid open. Empty.

Stewart stared at it…

» No Clean Shot

Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Mon Jul 27th, 2026 @ 1:20pm by Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant Sherev th’Zal & Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal

The ready room doors opened onto yellow light.

Cal stepped onto the bridge first, the alert tone gone now but its colour still sitting across the consoles and bulkheads. The room had shifted into that particular kind of quiet Starfleet did well: voices lower, hands faster, everyone pretending they were not waiting for the next bad thing to introduce itself.

He did not look back at Stewart for long.

Just enough.

A small nod toward the helm.

No conversation. No unfinished ready room bleeding onto the bridge.

Not now.

Cal crossed toward the centre of the bridge, eyes already finding…

» Damage Report

Mission: Between The Orders
Posted on Wed Jul 15th, 2026 @ 7:20am by Taryn Rook

Taryn lasted seven hours and nineteen minutes.

That was considerably longer than anyone had a right to expect.

The medical bay had settled around her into reduced lighting and quiet machinery, its night cycle turning polished surfaces soft blue-grey. Somewhere beyond the partition, two members of the medical team were speaking in low voices, not quite quiet enough to let her forget that she was still being observed.

The cortical monitor rested against her temple, feeding a steady line of neurological readings into the display above the bed. Her blood gases had been normal for hours. The swelling around the…

» Not So Standing Orders

Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Tue Jul 14th, 2026 @ 4:18am by Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Tollan Yara & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro

The conference room was quiet.

Commander Steven Greco sat alone at the table for a few moments before the meeting was due to begin, a PADD resting in front of him.

Starbase Twelve was less than an hour away. Soon Commodore Anjar would be someone else's responsibility. The hearings, the politics, and the arguments surrounding her arrest would continue without the Moore.

The ship, meanwhile, would return to her escort assignment.

Which was becoming a problem.

Greco glanced down at the PADD. He'd spent most of the morning reading orders, amendments, and rescissions that seemed to arrive almost as quickly…

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.