“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. 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
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Latest Mission Posts
» Where Mercy Bends the Map
Mission: Year One: The Point of No Return
Posted on Fri Oct 10th, 2025 @ 5:00am 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…
» Working Off Some Steam
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Thu Oct 9th, 2025 @ 5:06pm by Commander Steven Greco & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant Tollan Yara & Commander Calvin 'Cal' Maraj & Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant Dashku Zhevou & Lieutenant T'Mara & Lieutenant JG Baaru Liana & 1st Lieutenant Kes Th’relnal & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro & Gunnery Sergeant Matewa Natana
Steve sauntered into the cargo bay to see all the marines busy at working reconfiguring the storage space and setting up a makeshift boxing ring. With an incredulously look at the crew, he made his way over to senior marine officer and Matewa. “I still can’t believe the captain is allowing you to put this on.” He commented to Th’relnal about the schedule event for the Moore’s crew set to start in a little more than an hour.
"Better than therapy in my experience." Kes replied as he handed off the turn buckles to Richardson to install. "Let me know…
» Broken Bottles
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Sun Sep 28th, 2025 @ 12:05pm by Lieutenant Commander Keishara Davaris & Lieutenant JG Sam Matthews
The DMZ was alive the way only a starship’s heart could be after a long shift: music low but steady, a scatter of conversations layered over the clink of glasses and the hum of the replicators. Tables were crowded with off-duty crew trading stories, nurses still in scrubs nursing mugs of tea, a cluster of engineers arguing cheerfully over a hand of cards. Laughter rose in bursts, fell into the general noise again. For a moment, it almost felt like shore leave.
Keishara leaned against the far bulkhead with a glass of water she hadn’t touched, letting the room play…
» Star Rivers
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Sun Sep 28th, 2025 @ 8:46am by Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro & Chloe de la Vega & Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart
Evelyn took her coffee from the replicator and moved to sit on one of the couches of the dimmed lounge, getting comfortable to watch the stars stream by out the window. She had trouble winding down from the day and wanted to be somewhere quiet with her thoughts but not with her bottles of alcohol.
With a heavy sigh, she glanced towards the chef as she finished cleaning up for the day. "All set there, Chlo?" She asked, seeing the woman was just about finished but didn't want to be rude and not offer while in her presence.
Chloe flicked…
» Penalty Flags
Mission: Year One: Strange Bedfellows
Posted on Wed Sep 10th, 2025 @ 7:11am by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant JG Koaruh Avestro
Stewart was still breathing hard when she gently rolled away from Koaruh to lay back on the bed. Pushing her hair back off her face she laid there listening to the sound of their labored breathing and feeling the waves of pleasure start to slowly radiate out from her body through her over heated skin.
Staring up at the ceiling over her bed, she realized this had been the fifth time this week, third in a row, that she had Koaruh stay the night in her quarters as Kei's words from their altercation at the boxing matches ran through her…
Latest Personal Logs
» Time to Move On
Posted on Wed Mar 27th, 2024 @ 4:59am 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 Wed Feb 7th, 2024 @ 1:31am by
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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…