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
» They Never Went Back
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Wed Nov 4th, 2026 @ 4:52pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
Sidra had been awake long enough for the station to feel quiet again.
She had gone running before 0600, taking the longer route through the residential ring before doubling back toward the gym. Starbase 369 never truly slept, but at that hour the corridors belonged mostly to maintenance crews, night watches, and the occasional person moving with purpose through spaces that would be crowded again within a few hours.
After returning to their quarters, she had showered and dressed before settling at the kitchen counter with the first espresso of the morning. Her uniform jacket was already fastened as she…
» The Matter Before the Panel
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Mon Nov 2nd, 2026 @ 6:38pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
Sidra had been given a seat in the gallery, and she considered that entirely appropriate. The Federation Treaty Review Chamber was smaller than the attention surrounding it suggested, with three panel members seated behind a low curved table at the front, all drawn from outside Epsilon Fleet. The parties faced them from separate tables arranged with almost studied neutrality. Stephen headed the Federation delegation with Kells and the legal team nearby, while the Protectorate occupied the opposite side. Tareth-Kal's civic representatives had their own place, as did Seren and his counsel. The diaspora representatives had been given separate standing as…
» The Right Questions
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Sun Nov 1st, 2026 @ 3:48pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
The rehearsal had been underway for nearly forty minutes, and Sidra was beginning to wonder whether Captain Adrian Kells had mistaken the purpose of the exercise.
He was certainly prepared. His questions were well constructed, his references to the Tarethani treaty were accurate, and the sequence he'd developed reflected a thorough understanding of the circumstances surrounding Seren's arrival. He'd even anticipated several lines of inquiry that Sidra hadn't considered.
What he hadn't done was challenge a single one of her answers.
She'd noticed it twenty minutes earlier and decided to let him continue. There was no point interrupting before she…
» The Federation Position
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Sat Oct 31st, 2026 @ 9:56pm by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren & Rear Admiral Stephen MacCaffery
Sidra had asked Quen to find time on Admiral MacCaffery's calendar.
The wording earned her a slight pause before Quen acknowledged the request, which Sidra chose to ignore.
She could have waited until evening. Under other circumstances, she might have preferred it. Difficult questions had occupied more than a few late dinners over the years, usually with Stephen cooking and Sidra pretending to help while actually standing in his way. This one had crossed far enough into his professional territory that she wanted the conversation here first.
Besides, there had barely been an evening to use.
The night before, she…
» What the Heir Chooses
Mission: The Heir of a Buried World
Posted on Tue Oct 27th, 2026 @ 9:09am by Vice Admiral Sidra MacLaren
The Hall of Breath had been built for arguments, something Sidra understood before anyone bothered to explain it.
The old Civic Assembly chamber sat deep enough within the canyon to escape the worst of Vael Tareth’s winds, though the geothermal currents that gave the hall its name still moved through narrow channels cut beneath the floor. Warm air rose in slow, uneven breaths between the seating tiers, carrying the faint mineral scent of the mountain through a room shaped less for spectacle than endurance. Modern display surfaces had been fitted between old basalt ribs, translation systems occupied spaces that had…
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…