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
» Something With Bite
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Tue May 5th, 2026 @ 4:02am by Chloe de la Vega & 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal
The kitchen was quieter than it had been an hour ago, the rush finally burned off and replaced with the steady rhythm Chloe liked best. She moved between counter and sink, sleeves rolled, methodical without rushing. A tray cooled on the side, steam ghosting up from something she’d clearly made out of habit rather than necessity.
She was halfway through wiping down a prep surface when the doors slid open behind her.
Chloe didn’t turn straight away. Just glanced up at the chrono, then carried on for another beat before setting the cloth aside.
“Kitchen’s still open,” she said easily,…
» Ready Room Requiem
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Tue May 5th, 2026 @ 3:45am by Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Commodore Anjar Tevon
The ready room felt smaller than she expected.
Not by size. By intent.
Anjar stepped through the doors with her back straight and her hands loose at her sides, aware of the security presence at her shoulder and the quiet precision of a ship that knew exactly what it was doing with her. The hum of warp sat beneath her feet, steady and indifferent. Ahead, the man behind the desk waited, the viewport at his back casting a cold light around him and turning the room into something closer to judgment.
She took him in with one measured look.
Commander’s…
» Friendly Fight
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Fri May 1st, 2026 @ 1:37pm by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal
Stewart snapped a rapid combination at the Andorian marine commander—jab, cross, low kick—trying to slip inside his reach and take his balance. Nothing. “Dammit.” The word tore out of her as she broke contact, hands coming back up as she paced a half-step away, lungs burning while she recalibrated. She was faster, more agile. She knew she was. Normally that mattered. It didn’t here.
He hadn’t shifted an inch. Just stood there, solid and infuriatingly calm, antennae flicking once in a way that made her irrationally sure he was enjoying this.
"You almost had me there." Kes lied. He adjusted…
» Behind Closed Doors
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Tue Apr 7th, 2026 @ 12:14pm by Commander Steven Greco & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj
Morning light stretched thin across the office, washing the bay beyond the viewport into muted tones that did little to soften the edge of the room. Admiral Teren Koval stood near the glass, a PADD resting idle in his hand, his attention fixed instead on the FNN report suspended in front of him.
The footage cycled again—Starbase 514’s corridors crowded past capacity, civilians lining the route, voices rising over one another without settling into anything orderly. Some angry. Some supportive. Most just watching. The kind of situation that didn’t stay contained no matter how much Starfleet might want it to.…
» Where You Stand
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Tue Apr 7th, 2026 @ 12:44am by Ensign Sophie Bishop & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou
Operations was in its steady, controlled rhythm when Sophie stepped in—consoles humming, status lights pulsing in soft patterns, the quiet choreography of a ship underway. She paused just inside the suite, letting the flow settle before she moved, padd tucked against her side.
“Lieutenant Zhevou?” she said when she had Dashku’s attention. “I’ve finished the ops log from last shift. I wanted to make sure I flagged everything the way you prefer—if you’ve got a minute.”
She stopped there, posture straight, expression open, waiting.
Dashku looked up from her desk, she had been working on a report of her own…
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…