Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh - If You Disable An Enemies Hand...
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Karrod Niac
Feb 24, 2026, 11:47:06 PMFeb 24
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Turbolift Four, between decks, USS Ronin))
While outwardly looking calm and composed within Ishani was a ball of frustrated energy looking for an outlet. Discovering that the command team had decided to wander off the ship in the midst of a crisis had been one thing and she'd grown somewhat used to, if not tolerant of, Starfleet's tendency to view certain protocols as optional. What had escalated her frustrations beyond any reasonable level had been Lt. Vomek who she had decided to pay a brief visit to and to discuss her thoughts about his effectiveness as an officer. And as a person.
By the time she was done she hoped his great grandparents felt a profound measure of shame.
She had worked up an entirely good head of steam well before she'd even gotten in the turbolift and was still wearing her flight gear when the comm came alive with an entirely unexpected voice.
tr’Kharis: ::clipped, cool tone, almost matter-of-fact:: =/\= This is Administrator tr’Kharis to this vessel's security! You are about to have a Tholian intruder onboard at my present location. Reinforcements would be… prudent. =/\=
Ishani's eyes widened. The only reason the ships computer would've routed a call like that in her direction would've been because she was among the closest or only available personnel who could respond to a security crisis. The commline went dead in the same moment and Ishani cursed under her breath.
Singh: =/\= Computer, verify location of that call and redirect turbolift. =/\=
Computer: =/\= Communication originated from Transporter Room Four, Deck Six, Section Eleven J. Redirecting. =/\=
The computer chirped a merry acknowledgment and Ishani checked her flight gear, withdrawing a hand phaser and checking its charge before barreling out of the half-opened doors. She'd made it around a single corner on her way to the transporter room when she fell into step with one of their new Marines, Captain Winters, who she had only managed to have a brief conversation with. Thankfully the Marine was better armed and armored than she was as she shouldered a phaser rifle and fell into a two person cover formation without missing a step.
Winters: Major, on your lead.
Ishani considered the comm call and their resources and developed an engagement strategy between footfalls.
Singh: Set for heavy stun, drop anybody who presents a threat including whoever called this in. I'd rather not get shot in the back while fighting an armored spider.
She felt the calm focus she found in combat descending on her as they rounded the final corner to the transporter bay and could hear the sounds of phaser fire and shrill shrieking echoing up the hallway. They took a single beat when they reached the compartment door to stack up before Ishani nodded. Winters tapped at the controls but the door blatted an error as the pitch of the combat within intensified. Ishani looked to Winters and wordlessly the two stepped back, took aim, and blew the door inwards. She followed it in a moment later, searching for whoever was foolish enough to attack a ship currently home to one very seriously annoyed Marine.
((Transporter Room, Deck 06, USS Ronin))
Winters: Clear right!
That one factoid was the only bit of good news in the chaotic situation she was rapidly trying to process. Behind the transporter console a wounded and hideously scarred Romulan stood with a phaser in hand, urgently gesturing with it towards the pair fighting on the increasingly destroyed transporter platform where, it seemed, Senior Chief Solana had chosen to get into a knife fight with a screeching metallic nightmare which seemed to be composed almost entirely of knives. Ishani couldn't tell who was winning but an old adage about the wisdom of knife fights forced its way into her mind.
oO The winner of a knife fight is usually the one who dies on the way to sickbay. Oo
She had no intention of letting the Senior Chief become another such casualty. She shouted to the woman who was in the midst of disassembling the screeching Tholian's exosuit at knifepoint.
Singh: Drop and roll!
Solana: Response
Jenta tried to disengage but got tangled in the things many limbs and grappled as the two of them tried to line up a crippling shot that wouldn't end up dropping several hundred kilos of armored Tholian on top of a much less well armored Senior Chief. The Romulan dropped his phaser and in a surprising display of heroism, threw himself bodily on top of one of the Tholian's thrashing limbs, exposing a joint and briefly presenting them with a target.
tr’Kharis: ::straining:: Now! Shoot it Now.
Winters: Going low!
Ishani shifted her aim point a few degrees and tried to draw the Tholian's attention to her for one critical moment.
Singh: You should not have come aboard this ship.
Solana: Response
Ishani and Winters fired at the same moment and the Tholian's armor was overwhelmed, jerking as servos whined and overloaded. The Romulan tried to get out of the things reach but not before a random slash ripped across his torso, shredding his exosuit and leaving a deep gash from shoulder to hip. The Tholian staggered and collapsed but still had enough fight in it to try stabbing at them as Ishani darted in and yanked Jenta but the collar of her uniform, putting a small amount of distance between the wounded Senior Chief and the armored monstrosity.
tr’Kharis: ::breath sharp:: Arrg…there…there is your reinforcements. Senior Chief… you are welcome.
Winters: Get between it and the exit, now!
Ishani and Winters put themselves between the wounded and the creature still trying to find its many feet on the transporter pad. A single hand phaser and a phaser rifle weren't going to be enough to completely immobilize the thing and the minute the Tholian figured that out, they'd be in a great deal of trouble.
Singh: Computer, erect a level ten security field around the transporter pad.
Computer: =/\= Unable to comply, field emitters are offline. =/\=
Ishani scowled and slid another foot back, trying to encourage the three of them out the door she was suddenly regretting phasering.
Singh: Can either of you two tell me something useful...quickly?
Solana/tr’Kharis: Response
Winters: ::holding her fire:: Get back on the transporter pad. This will be the only warning.
The shrill shriek that came from the armored torso didn't sound encouraging to Ishani as she took another slow step backwards. She could hear the thudding of footsteps in the hallway that she very sincerely hoped was the fully armed security team finally responding. She took a chance and, without lowering her phaser, held up her other hand with the palm open.
Singh: In a few seconds you will be outnumbered and disabled. You could resist but I promise, if anyone else dies today...you will be among them. I encourage you to make another choice.
Solana/tr’Kharis: Response
The Tholian froze in place and seemed to be staring at them. It was impossible to read the creatures body language but for the moment it was enough that it hadn't hurled its armored self at them.
Winters: I'm wide open to suggestions, Major. Last time I dealt with these guys, they offered no surrender to our teams.
The footsteps had stopped just outside the transporter room and Ishani realized that, much as Solana had been, they were now directly in the line of fire between their reinforcements and the Tholian. She kept her attention fixed on the creature who appeared to be watching her with two burning embers where she imagined eyes to be. She raised her voice to make certain the waiting security team heard her.
Singh: I believe if this one could've killed us they would've done it already. Back out slowly and make a hole for the security team. We need to get these people medical attention. ::She nodded towards the Tholian:: Surrender and no further harm will come to you. Resist and you die here, today, a failure. Choose wisely.
Solana/tr’Kharis: Response
The Tholian folded in their working appendages and seemed to bow their head forward. Ishani didn't lower her phaser but took a step aside to let the security detail charge in and surround the transporter bay with enough phaser rifles to burn the Tholian to ash...along with half the deck if they put their minds to it. Thankfully it seemed the Tholian had little fight left in them, although the fluid leaking from the numerous puncture wounds left by the Senior Chief's blades may have had more to do with it than Ishani's threat.
They backed into the hallway and stepped clear as the first set of medics arrived with grav-sled, already scanning them over for injuries. Ishani looked for the highest ranking one, holstered her still warm phaser and barked a question.
Singh: Are either of them going to die in the next five minutes?
The medtech made a sound that closely resembled a squeak in response to her tone but shook his head in the negative.
Singh: Good. Senior Chief, if you're not too busy bleeding perhaps you could explain to me what just happened and who that...::she gestured towards the wounded Romulan being lowered carefully onto the grav-sled::...is. Or do you still have enough blood in you to introduce yourself?
Solana/tr’Kharis/Winters: Response
She nodded towards Winters who was still keeping a wary eye on the transporter room as the security team attempted to disentangle and restrain the Tholian as best they could. Ishani suspected they'd need a grav-sled of their own to move it.
Singh: Well done Captain. Perhaps I should have you take the Senior Chief through a refresher course on the use of a phaser rifle...since she often seems to forget to use one.
She offered the Senior Chief a glare without too much heat behind it. Just enough to make her point.
Solana/tr’Kharis/Winters: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
While outwardly looking calm and composed within Ishani was a ball of frustrated energy looking for an outlet. Discovering that the command team had decided to wander off the ship in the midst of a crisis had been one thing and she'd grown somewhat used to, if not tolerant of, Starfleet's tendency to view certain protocols as optional. What had escalated her frustrations beyond any reasonable level had been Lt. Vomek who she had decided to pay a brief visit to and to discuss her thoughts about his effectiveness as an officer. And as a person.
By the time she was done she hoped his great grandparents felt a profound measure of shame.
She had worked up an entirely good head of steam well before she'd even gotten in the turbolift and was still wearing her flight gear when the comm came alive with an entirely unexpected voice.
tr’Kharis: ::clipped, cool tone, almost matter-of-fact:: =/\= This is Administrator tr’Kharis to this vessel's security! You are about to have a Tholian intruder onboard at my present location. Reinforcements would be… prudent. =/\=
Ishani's eyes widened. The only reason the ships computer would've routed a call like that in her direction would've been because she was among the closest or only available personnel who could respond to a security crisis. The commline went dead in the same moment and Ishani cursed under her breath.
Singh: =/\= Computer, verify location of that call and redirect turbolift. =/\=
Computer: =/\= Communication originated from Transporter Room Four, Deck Six, Section Eleven J. Redirecting. =/\=
The computer chirped a merry acknowledgment and Ishani checked her flight gear, withdrawing a hand phaser and checking its charge before barreling out of the half-opened doors. She'd made it around a single corner on her way to the transporter room when she fell into step with one of their new Marines, Captain Winters, who she had only managed to have a brief conversation with. Thankfully the Marine was better armed and armored than she was as she shouldered a phaser rifle and fell into a two person cover formation without missing a step.
Winters: Major, on your lead.
Ishani considered the comm call and their resources and developed an engagement strategy between footfalls.
Singh: Set for heavy stun, drop anybody who presents a threat including whoever called this in. I'd rather not get shot in the back while fighting an armored spider.
She felt the calm focus she found in combat descending on her as they rounded the final corner to the transporter bay and could hear the sounds of phaser fire and shrill shrieking echoing up the hallway. They took a single beat when they reached the compartment door to stack up before Ishani nodded. Winters tapped at the controls but the door blatted an error as the pitch of the combat within intensified. Ishani looked to Winters and wordlessly the two stepped back, took aim, and blew the door inwards. She followed it in a moment later, searching for whoever was foolish enough to attack a ship currently home to one very seriously annoyed Marine.
((Transporter Room, Deck 06, USS Ronin))
Winters: Clear right!
That one factoid was the only bit of good news in the chaotic situation she was rapidly trying to process. Behind the transporter console a wounded and hideously scarred Romulan stood with a phaser in hand, urgently gesturing with it towards the pair fighting on the increasingly destroyed transporter platform where, it seemed, Senior Chief Solana had chosen to get into a knife fight with a screeching metallic nightmare which seemed to be composed almost entirely of knives. Ishani couldn't tell who was winning but an old adage about the wisdom of knife fights forced its way into her mind.
oO The winner of a knife fight is usually the one who dies on the way to sickbay. Oo
She had no intention of letting the Senior Chief become another such casualty. She shouted to the woman who was in the midst of disassembling the screeching Tholian's exosuit at knifepoint.
Singh: Drop and roll!
Solana: Response
Jenta tried to disengage but got tangled in the things many limbs and grappled as the two of them tried to line up a crippling shot that wouldn't end up dropping several hundred kilos of armored Tholian on top of a much less well armored Senior Chief. The Romulan dropped his phaser and in a surprising display of heroism, threw himself bodily on top of one of the Tholian's thrashing limbs, exposing a joint and briefly presenting them with a target.
tr’Kharis: ::straining:: Now! Shoot it Now.
Winters: Going low!
Ishani shifted her aim point a few degrees and tried to draw the Tholian's attention to her for one critical moment.
Singh: You should not have come aboard this ship.
Solana: Response
Ishani and Winters fired at the same moment and the Tholian's armor was overwhelmed, jerking as servos whined and overloaded. The Romulan tried to get out of the things reach but not before a random slash ripped across his torso, shredding his exosuit and leaving a deep gash from shoulder to hip. The Tholian staggered and collapsed but still had enough fight in it to try stabbing at them as Ishani darted in and yanked Jenta but the collar of her uniform, putting a small amount of distance between the wounded Senior Chief and the armored monstrosity.
tr’Kharis: ::breath sharp:: Arrg…there…there is your reinforcements. Senior Chief… you are welcome.
Winters: Get between it and the exit, now!
Ishani and Winters put themselves between the wounded and the creature still trying to find its many feet on the transporter pad. A single hand phaser and a phaser rifle weren't going to be enough to completely immobilize the thing and the minute the Tholian figured that out, they'd be in a great deal of trouble.
Singh: Computer, erect a level ten security field around the transporter pad.
Computer: =/\= Unable to comply, field emitters are offline. =/\=
Ishani scowled and slid another foot back, trying to encourage the three of them out the door she was suddenly regretting phasering.
Singh: Can either of you two tell me something useful...quickly?
Solana/tr’Kharis: Response
Winters: ::holding her fire:: Get back on the transporter pad. This will be the only warning.
The shrill shriek that came from the armored torso didn't sound encouraging to Ishani as she took another slow step backwards. She could hear the thudding of footsteps in the hallway that she very sincerely hoped was the fully armed security team finally responding. She took a chance and, without lowering her phaser, held up her other hand with the palm open.
Singh: In a few seconds you will be outnumbered and disabled. You could resist but I promise, if anyone else dies today...you will be among them. I encourage you to make another choice.
Solana/tr’Kharis: Response
The Tholian froze in place and seemed to be staring at them. It was impossible to read the creatures body language but for the moment it was enough that it hadn't hurled its armored self at them.
Winters: I'm wide open to suggestions, Major. Last time I dealt with these guys, they offered no surrender to our teams.
The footsteps had stopped just outside the transporter room and Ishani realized that, much as Solana had been, they were now directly in the line of fire between their reinforcements and the Tholian. She kept her attention fixed on the creature who appeared to be watching her with two burning embers where she imagined eyes to be. She raised her voice to make certain the waiting security team heard her.
Singh: I believe if this one could've killed us they would've done it already. Back out slowly and make a hole for the security team. We need to get these people medical attention. ::She nodded towards the Tholian:: Surrender and no further harm will come to you. Resist and you die here, today, a failure. Choose wisely.
Solana/tr’Kharis: Response
The Tholian folded in their working appendages and seemed to bow their head forward. Ishani didn't lower her phaser but took a step aside to let the security detail charge in and surround the transporter bay with enough phaser rifles to burn the Tholian to ash...along with half the deck if they put their minds to it. Thankfully it seemed the Tholian had little fight left in them, although the fluid leaking from the numerous puncture wounds left by the Senior Chief's blades may have had more to do with it than Ishani's threat.
They backed into the hallway and stepped clear as the first set of medics arrived with grav-sled, already scanning them over for injuries. Ishani looked for the highest ranking one, holstered her still warm phaser and barked a question.
Singh: Are either of them going to die in the next five minutes?
The medtech made a sound that closely resembled a squeak in response to her tone but shook his head in the negative.
Singh: Good. Senior Chief, if you're not too busy bleeding perhaps you could explain to me what just happened and who that...::she gestured towards the wounded Romulan being lowered carefully onto the grav-sled::...is. Or do you still have enough blood in you to introduce yourself?
Solana/tr’Kharis/Winters: Response
She nodded towards Winters who was still keeping a wary eye on the transporter room as the security team attempted to disentangle and restrain the Tholian as best they could. Ishani suspected they'd need a grav-sled of their own to move it.
Singh: Well done Captain. Perhaps I should have you take the Senior Chief through a refresher course on the use of a phaser rifle...since she often seems to forget to use one.
She offered the Senior Chief a glare without too much heat behind it. Just enough to make her point.
Solana/tr’Kharis/Winters: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
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