Obsidian Command


Conflict has been more prevalent in Starfleet than exploration for the last thirty years. The peaceful ideal of exploration, while still at the heart of every Starfleet officer, has been tempered by the reality of the galaxy they live in. The Borg, the Cardassians, the Dominion, the Romulans. There’s been no shortage of enemies who wished to see the end of Starfleet and of the Federation and despite being victorious time and time again, Starfleet once more finds itself at the edge of conflict. Looking in and wondering when they’ll get back to being explorers.

The 9th ‘Obsidian Fleet’ stands at the edge of Federation space; a staging point for Starfleet, a beacon of the Federation for the local inhabitants, and a bastion against the oncoming conflicts of the sector. Deep in the Loki system, orbiting the the planet Obsidian III, is the Stardock class starbase known as Obsidian Command. From this vantage, the Joint Fleet Command sees to the leadership of the 9th Fleet and serves as the rally point for them all.

In 2395 unexplained forces drew the entirety of the Starbase into a spatial void. Crew were evacuated, supplies jettisoned and only a skeleton crew remained. Their job was to try to discover what had drawn the starbase into this void and, more importantly, manage a way to return the Station back to real space. In its absence, the sector was thrown into disarray. The balance of power between the Federation, the Romulans, and the Typhon Pact was thrown into chaos. For eighteen months this chaos continued before somehow, miraculously, the USS Vesta discovered the skeleton crew of the Starbase reaching out and devised a way to bring the Starbase back to normal space. Upsetting the balance once more, only this time in favor of the Federation.

Obsidian Command is once more the home to scientists, explorers, diplomats, warriors, shopkeepers, and the civilian families that come along with that. Here, you can find yourself face to face with the your worst enemy, or spend hours aimlessly wandering the shops and stalls of the Promenade. If you’re looking for an adventure, a quiet place to open your shop, or anything in-between, then Obsidian Command is the place for you. Join us today, and be a part of history.




Corvus DeHavilland
Commanding Officer
Obsidian Command




Latest Mission Posts

» Incursion into the Past

Mission: M3 - Into the Deep
Posted on 01 Oct 2022 @ 12:28pm by Brek

.: [[Timeless Treasure Art Gallery]] :.



The Ferengi friend that Brek had called was going by the nickname ‘The Nephew’. A Terran joke, apparently, which, to this day, neither of them could grasp. His avatar (a wet targ designed to look less than impressive), floated on the main screen, silent.…


» Rag Doll

Mission: M3 - Into the Deep
Posted on 01 Oct 2022 @ 8:08am by Commander Anson Corduke MD & Lieutenant Commander Tahmina Aker

.:USS Theseus - Jeffries Tubes - Deck Five:.The sparks exploded around her as she held the plasma torch in front of her, scattering about her hood and peppering her dull gold and black coveralls. Behind her, the other engineering crew not in their flame resistant coveralls stayed put behind a…


» Stars on the Water

Mission: M3 - Into the Deep
Posted on 30 Sep 2022 @ 11:05pm by Ensign Marcello Wiser

As Marcello wound down for the evening, it was quiet in his quarters. His roomate, Ensign Max Tilmer, was no doubt working after hours, pulling those power cycling nodes he'd skipped and tuning them all properly to stay out of hot water. With any luck, Marcello would be asleep before…


» P.F.D.

Mission: M3 - Into the Deep
Posted on 29 Sep 2022 @ 9:22pm by Lieutenant JG Hannah Wagner & Ensign Amelia "Mia" Estasi




Nurse Estasi looked tired, but triumphant when she approached Hannah's office in the morning. "Good morning Doctor Wagner!"

"You look like you were up most of the night." Hannah commented "And call me Hannah please."

"Yes ma'am...and yes ma'am...I mean Hannah." Mia blanched a little bit at the immediate…


» Field Tripping

Mission: M3 - Into the Deep
Posted on 29 Sep 2022 @ 8:40pm by A'Koja Dea

When she strode up on the station's David Rabin Memorial Library, A'Koja wore black pumps, a fringe trimmed sport coat, pinstripe slacks, her hair loose, and a cool smile. She'd perfected the power walk years before first as a dancer, then a lawyer and a diplomat after which it came…