Welcome to the Epsilon Fleet Ops!
Starbase 369 – A New Era Begins in 2425
Welcome aboard, and thank you for being part of the story as we rebuild Epsilon Fleet. Operating out of Starbase 369, Epsilon stands at the crossroads of challenge and opportunity, where diplomacy, exploration, and tactical readiness converge.
Fleet Ops is the nerve center of our revitalized organization. From here, we coordinate starships, oversee strategic initiatives, and support the captains and crews charting the unknown. We are writing the next chapter of Epsilon, one that honors the legacy of what came before while forging boldly ahead into what lies beyond.
So dust off your duty jacket, settle into your station, and prepare to make your mark. The future of Epsilon Fleet starts now, and you're part of it.
Per tenebras, lux - Through darkness, light
Latest Mission Posts
» Pre-Warp Illusions
Mission: Destiny's Son
Posted on Sun Jan 25th, 2026 @ 10:40am by Treon Brevor
=/\= Bridge, SS Starburst =/\=
Josua paused for a second, looking at Treon. In that brief moment, it felt like déjà vu—just like the times they had sat in the Captain’s Ready Room aboard the USS Destiny, a proud Prometheus-class ship. It was probably bigger than the Starburst’s entire bridge. It had been a long time, yet somehow it felt as if it were only yesterday.
They were sitting by the navigational console, though the ship was currently piloted by the computer. The central screen only showed the streaks of stars that marked the ship’s flight in warp.
On the…
» The Fox in the Henhouse
Mission: The Tavrik Accord: Orchestrated Chaos
Posted on Sat Jan 24th, 2026 @ 10:14pm by Commodore Stephen MacCaffery
The Science Annex smelled of scrubbed air, a sterile contrast to the jungle's rotting humidity beyond the blast walls. In the low-lit security node, cooling units throbbed subsonically against the ears.
Stephen stood motionless, arms crossed. His right index finger tapped gently against his upper arm, a subtle beat only he seemed to feel. It was a judge’s rhythm, a pulse of doubt, hearing a closing argument he knew wasn't true. Beside him, Lieutenant Pavel Khorev leaned against the bulkhead. The big security officer didn’t loom; he coiled, eyes scanning the bank of monitors with a predator's blank focus.
"He’s…
» test
Mission: Second Light
Posted on Fri Jan 23rd, 2026 @ 2:11pm by Vice Admiral Suzanna Blokpoel
Sorry to spam... just testing
Suzy
» Living the dream
Mission: Dreamdust
Posted on Fri Jan 23rd, 2026 @ 6:55am by Rear Admiral Indi Hawk & Treon Brevor
/// Somewhere ///
It was Indi's office. But it wasn't.
It certainly looked like her office aboard Starbase 369. Not that she ever saw it.
It was just off Fleet Command Ops.
A large inner sanctum and outside - the yeoman's station and a small waiting room.
She stood up when Indi arrived that morning. Like every morning.
A Lt that was appointed as her yeoman when she arrived at SB 369.
She greeted Indi with a smile.
"Good morning, Admiral. You have a meeting with Admiral Maclaren in fifteen minutes. Otherwise your schedule is clear until 1100."
She followed…
» The Art of the Trap
Mission: The Tavrik Accord: Orchestrated Chaos
Posted on Thu Jan 22nd, 2026 @ 10:13pm by Commodore Stephen MacCaffery
Day 2, 0930 Hours
The corridor leading to Block C smelled of recycled air and fear sweat.
It was a scent Stephen MacCaffery had cataloged over three decades of entering rooms where people waited to be arrested, like adrenaline decomposing in a closed space.
He unbuttoned his collar as he walked. Khorev walked a half-step behind, moving with the silent grace of a man who saw doors as suggestions, not barriers.
"She's packing," Khorev murmured, checking his wrist. "Heart rate 110. Shallow breaths. She thinks the walls are listening."
"The walls are listening," Stephen said. "That’s why we’re here."
They…
Latest Personal Logs
» Never a Burden
Posted on Mon Sep 1st, 2025 @ 2:56pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
=/\= MacLaren MacCafferey Quarters =/\=
Sidra stirred at five sharp, no alarm required. Purpose steadied her, though her gaze lingered in the dim corners of the bedroom. The quarters had the right pieces, her people within them, yet they had not settled into feeling like home, not yet.
Stephen’s soft snore steadied the silence beside her. Sidra slipped from the bed with practiced ease, careful not to disturb the warmth they shared. She took her PADD from the bedside table and stepped into the walk-in closet, letting the door seal behind her before bringing up the light, sparing the chamber…
» Long Way Home
Posted on Mon Sep 1st, 2025 @ 2:53pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
=/\= Ten Forward - USS Arawyn =/\=
The laughter had risen another notch when Sidra decided she had reached her limit. Ten Forward shimmered with reflected starlight and the cut-glass gleam of too many toasts. The room felt smaller with each round of applause, every new knot of conversation tightening the air a fraction more. Music threaded through the chatter. The crew did what crews do on the night before departure. They watched their captain, they measured one another, they tried on the shape of the ship that would hold them together by morning.
Sidra set her flute of champagne…
» Dreamdust
Posted on Sun Aug 17th, 2025 @ 7:34pm by Rear Admiral Indi Hawk
It hadn't taken Indi much time to unpack. She traveled light. Her quarters were larger than she'd expected. It had been a very long time since she'd served on a Starbase this size. Once unpacked, she roamed the empty space for a bit. The living room, the bedroom, the bathroom. It was a lot for one person.
She let her mind roam as well. Wander freely like it did so often lately.
Duty had kept her away from her wife for a very long time. Sure, they still had their connection, but she'd purposely dimmed that some time ago. It…
» Per Tenebras, Lux
Posted on Sun Jul 27th, 2025 @ 11:12pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
The following is a personal log from VADM Sidra MacLaren.
=/\= Starbase 369, Fleet Commander’s Office =/\=
The office was unfinished.
Conduits lined the ceiling like exposed veins, a faint ozone tang still lingered in the air, and the promised panoramic viewport had yet to be installed. But the desk was solid, the terminal worked, and the fleet had arrived, at least on paper.
Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren stood with her arms folded, her eyes on the glowing LCARS display. The personnel record of Captain Sabrina June Corbin hovered before her, sharp and pristine.
Thirty-eight. That was young for a…