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
» Authority Confirmed
Mission: The Starfall Carnival
Posted on Mon Apr 13th, 2026 @ 11:56am by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren & Lieutenant Quen Lyra
// Starbase 369 :: MacLaren-MacCafferey Quarters :: Living Area //
Sidra MacLaren sat in her chair.
It was not an assigned seat. Not designated by anything as formal as rank. But it was hers all the same, positioned to take in the viewport and the room beyond with equal awareness.
Rowan had claimed the arm of it, draped along the edge with practiced entitlement. The arrangement had been permitted with one condition.
Do not interfere with the PADD.
So far, the cat had honored it.
Sidra’s attention remained fixed on the display in her hand, eyes moving steadily across the…
» Setting the Stage
Mission: The Starfall Carnival
Posted on Sun Apr 12th, 2026 @ 10:29pm by Lieutenant Quen Lyra
// Starbase 369 :: Fleet Operations :: Administrative Office //
Starfall Carnival Coordination :: Outbound Transmission //
The office was quieter than the cargo bays.
Not silent.
It never truly was.
The low hum of station systems carried through the bulkheads, steady and constant. Displays remained active across the room, queued requests waiting with patient persistence. Lyra had left them there deliberately. Not ignored. Prioritized.
They would still be there when she returned.
For now—
This required attention.
Ensign Quen Lyra stood at the communications console rather than taking the chair behind it, PADD in hand as she reviewed the…
» An Ensign in the Center Ring
Mission: The Starfall Carnival
Posted on Sun Apr 12th, 2026 @ 9:37pm by Lieutenant Quen Lyra
// Starbase 369 :: Cargo Bay 12-A :: Temporary Starfall Carnival Staging //
Pre-Operations :: T-72 Hours //
The cargo bay had been designed for order.
It was no longer that.
Crates stacked in tiered rows stretched nearly to the overhead gantries, each one tagged, re-tagged, and in some cases physically opened under Security oversight. Portable emitters cast shifting light across the deck plating as technicians moved through calibration checks. Voices overlapped. Instructions, counter-instructions, requests for access, confirmations that something had already been approved.
It was movement without rhythm.
And it all kept finding her.
Ensign Quen Lyra stood just…
» On the Leeward Side
Mission: Second Light
Posted on Sun Apr 12th, 2026 @ 7:20pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren & Commodore Stephen MacCaffery
// Midday wind, building seas //
The bow dropped, rose, and then slammed down hard enough to throw spray across the deck, cold and sharp against skin and wool alike. The hull answered with a deep, hollow thud as the wind caught them just a fraction too wide.
Sidra MacLaren held her line.
“Easy, don’t chase it,” she called, steady over the gust. One hand fixed on the wheel, the other already easing tension through the mainsheet with a familiarity that had long since moved past thought. The 32-foot sloop heeled beneath them, canvas straining, rigging alive with the pull…
» The Harbor and the Hearth
Mission: The Tavrik Accord: Orchestrated Chaos
Posted on Sun Mar 29th, 2026 @ 12:31am by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren & Commodore Stephen MacCaffery
Sidra did not wait.
The Valley Forge had been docked less than an hour when the Caelestis dropped from warp and eased into position. There had been no announcement, no advance coordination. Deliberate. Their movements had remained quiet for a reason, and she intended to keep it that way until she was firmly back on her own ground.
“Transport.”
Impatience had already begun to coil beneath her ribs.
The shimmer resolved into solidity beneath her boots, and she stepped off the pad without breaking stride. No pause. No acknowledgment beyond what was required. The walk toward her residential deck was…
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…