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 News Items
» One Year Among the Stars
Posted on Sun Jul 26th, 2026 @ 1:09pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren in General News
One year ago, we began this journey with a ship, a newly reactivated fleet, and a collection of ideas about the stories we wanted to tell together.
Since then, the USS Arawyn and Epsilon Fleet have grown into something far larger than any single mission or character. We have explored new worlds, negotiated fragile accords, survived temporal displacement, confronted buried histories, celebrated beneath the lights of the Starfall Carnival, and occasionally created problems that Starfleet regulations were never designed to address.
More importantly, we have built a shared universe filled with people who now feel as though they have always…
Latest Mission Posts
» Stone Remembers
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Mon Oct 26th, 2026 @ 1:39pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
The first surprise was how little the Vaults looked like a place built to preserve a civilization.
There were no soaring chambers or ceremonial halls waiting beneath the Orun Massif, no grand repository designed to impress visitors with the weight of history. The entrance corridor narrowed almost immediately after the first security checkpoint, the walls cut from dark volcanic stone and interrupted only by modern access panels fitted carefully into much older construction. Warm air moved through the passage in a slow current, carrying the faint mineral scent Sidra had noticed at the entrance.
The archival representative led them downward…
» The World Beneath the Name
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Mon Oct 26th, 2026 @ 10:04am by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
Sidra had left Starbase 369 with considerably less ceremony than the amount of political attention surrounding the trip suggested it deserved. She had stopped at Stephen’s office long enough to tell him the access request had been approved and that she might be gone several days, possibly longer if the Vaults produced more questions than answers. He already knew enough of the case, both from her and from the increasingly breathless coverage on Federation news channels, that the destination required little explanation. Their conversation had been brief and familiar, one of those exchanges that had learned over twenty years how…
» A Peace with Sealed Edges Part II of II
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Sun Oct 25th, 2026 @ 11:33am by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
Quen advanced the display.
Starfleet’s emergency recognition posture persisted after the immediate crisis. Protectorate forces stabilized several contested regions. Violence declined. Humanitarian corridors became permanent transport routes. Civil administration resumed under the Assembly and its allied authorities.
Aren continued objecting.
Then his status changed again.
The records documented a Starfleet supervised evacuation intended to move Aren and members of his household away from the most unstable areas. After that, the trail became fragmented. The accepted history eventually recorded that their transport was lost during a corridor attack and that no members of the direct Custodial line had survived.
Seren did…
» A Peace with Sealed Edges Part I of II
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Sun Oct 25th, 2026 @ 11:33am by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
By 0715, Quen had reduced fifty years of history to twelve minutes.
The accomplishment was impressive enough that Sidra distrusted it immediately.
She stood at the end of the Fleet Operations briefing table with a fresh espresso in one hand while the wall display held a chronology stretching from the death of Tareth-Kal’s last universally recognized Custodian through the signing of the Tareth Articles. What had occupied a single display the previous afternoon now filled three walls in layers. Dates ran along the center. Political decisions sat above them. Fleet movements, casualty events and communications failures occupied the lower bands.…
» A Convenient Truth Part II of II
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Sat Oct 24th, 2026 @ 1:57pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
The office doors opened several minutes later.
Seren entered with Quen beside him, the filing open on the padd in his hand. He had clearly spent the trip reading. The ease that had begun to appear over lunch was gone, replaced by the controlled restraint Sidra remembered from Medical, when every word he offered had seemed measured against what it might cost him.
She disliked seeing it return.
“Sit,” she said, gesturing toward the chair Kells had vacated. This time the instruction carried no command edge beyond the practical need to put all three of them around the same problem.…
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…