Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh - Treasure Within The Wreckage
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Karrod Niac
Jan 23, 2026, 11:56:40 PMJan 23
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Deck 09, Flight Deck Aft, USS Ronin))
Evinrude: Major! ::Then, to Tucker.:: Commander! They...they're not dead. Ours aren't dead. The flight recorder should hopefully tell us more about the timeline, but we didn't lose the Niac and Raga that we knew. ::He corrected himself.:: That we know.
Hearing someone else say it aloud gave Ishani a rush of emotion she could hardly control. She very nearly allowed herself to smile. There was a chance...a strange, small chance...that the Captain and Commander were still alive out there somewhere...somewhen.
Ishani usually hated anything to do with time travel. Today, it seemed, was a day for exceptions.
Evinrude: =/\= Evinrude to...science. ::His voice grew a little impatient, but not angrily so.:: To...anyone in Stellar Cartography!
Stellar Cartography (i.e., Solana/Dekas/Esot and/or T'Fearne): Response
Solana: =/\= Go ahead, LT. We’re listening, so take a breath. =/\=
Evinrude: =/\= ::At SCPO Solana's response, he slowed his breathing, and smoothed his tone.:: Not to rush you, but have you cracked into the flight recorder yet? We may have good news.
Marty moved away from the group to inspect a piece of debris that had just materialized. Evinrude managed to pay attention to his query and the comm call.
Tucker: ::pointing to the object in question:: Is it me, or is that a coaxial warp drive? I’ve read about them but never seen one before. This could explain a few things.
Glancing over at the charred lump of debris she had first recognized as the Kurosawa's engine core she looked more closely and realized, even with all the damage, the shape wasn't quite right for the components she knew had been aboard the yacht.
Singh: I am not familiar with that style of engine Commander but I agree. Whatever that is...::she gestured towards the core fragments::...was not aboard our Kurosawa when it left the ship a few weeks ago.
Nemes: Response
Solana: =/\= Not yet, we’ve been preoccupied with other observations and these scans aren’t matching up. What’s the good news? =/\=
Dekas/T'Fearne/Esot: Response (Optional, if you decide that the comm channel is open)
Evinrude: =/\= Right, so even though some version of the Ronin has lost their commanding officers, ours could still be out there. Let us know when you unravel the version of the recorder that found us...I hope it helps us find our missing crew. Evinrude out. =/\=
Nemes: Response
Lieutenants Evinrude and Nemes were inspecting the debris with a mix of fascination and confusion. She shot Commander Tucker a skeptical look as the three of them hovered over the unusual piece of equipment.
Tucker: Story time, kids: a Coaxial Warp drive is a theoretical propulsion system proposed by Starfleet engineers. They bounced the theory around for years. The problem was that, when used, it would fold space, allowing the user to travel any distance in an instant. Of course, folding space is a pretty violent procedure. What made this even more dangerous was that, if there was a warp core breach, it could collapse space over a distance of one billion kilometers. That’s B for billions. One of the problems is that the polaric modulator is prone to attack from chronoelectic pulses….
Evinrude: ::With an incredulous look.:: Why would anyone ever use this?
Ishani put herself in the boots of someone who would use a system so inherently dangerous, so potentially catastrophic, and drew the only conclusion she could.
Singh: Necessity or desperation. Perhaps for the people that used this there was no other way to make the journey and the results were worth the risk. To appear in this place, at this time, and to send us a message. We must learn what they were trying to tell us. What they died to tell us.
Nemes: Response
Tucker: I’m just saying, this thing could be a source or at least one of the reasons the eddy is there in the first place. Or at least a contributing factor, as it could have been one of Kurosawa’s, as we know now, there were several, all from different times.
Ishani didn't lack for imagination when it came to nightmare scenarios. She had lived through enough of them and had simulated enough others for her people to develop a good sense of just how quickly the ordinary could fall apart and how deeply that affected peoples decision making.
Singh: So we are proposing that....sometime in the future...a situation arises that is so cataclysmic the Captain and XO take a vessel with an unstable, experimental drive system and for reasons unknown sacrifice themselves to reach us here...at this moment. They must have suspected the journey would be one way.
Ishani glanced towards the forward launch bay door, suddenly feeling like she was in the wrong place. There was something on the other side of that door that two people had died to warn them about. Something that threatened them all...and perhaps far beyond just the ship, or this system. Ishani steadied her rising heartbeat with a few breaths and looked back to Mr. Tucker.
Singh: Commander...with this information in hand I believe it would be prudent to have the ship on a tactical footing. We must assume whatever is in this system represents a grave threat if anyone was desperate enough to use an engine system like that to get here.
Nemes: Response
Tucker: Yeah, I was right, definitely from a different reality or time, I can’t really tell which. Tricorders and internal sensors are only about half their capacity now that we’ve moved farther from the anomaly.
Evinrude: ::Sounding concerned.:: I'm no fan of DTI meddling, but this sounds like something we need to handle by the book. It's dangerous, not from this timeline, and also badly damaged. This thing falls into the wrong hands, and we've got some reckless tinkerer collapsing a billion square kilometers of space. ::He straightened a little, making his tone of voice more formal.:: Permission to quarantine the unit, sir.
Singh: I agree completely with the Lieutenant's assessment. I can have my people cordon off this section of the bay and place anything that can be safely moved in stasis until we can hand it over to the Corp of Engineers. The larger hull fragments will need to be secured in place until then.
Ishani placed her fingers in the corners of her lips and whistled loudly enough to snap heads around from thirty meters away. Several of the deck crew dropped what they were doing and jogged over at double time.
Singh: I want you three to assist in securing this debris, no one comes near it...no one so much as looks at it without my authorization. Anything that can fit goes into a stasis container and then to high security storage. Anything that can't - throw a level five containment field around it. This whole section is off limits till further notice, understood?
She received a trio of nods before the deckhands sprung into action and turned her attention back to Commander Tucker.
Singh: Will that be sufficient, Commander?
Nemes/Tucker: Response
Ishani took a final look at the charred remains and offered silent prayers for the souls of those that had been lost...and of thanks for those that might still be saved.
Singh: In that case Commander, I believe I should head to the Flight Operations Center to coordinate the search for the Shinano. I will update you on the effort as soon as I can. I will also have all our Valkyries moved to full tactical readiness...as a precaution. If that is acceptable, Commander.
Nemes/Tucker: Response
Singh: Very well. Excellent work, Lieutenants...you may not have been able to explain this mystery but you did uncover something more valuable at the moment...a reason for hope. Keep up the good work. ::She came to attention and nodded curtly:: Commander.
Nemes/Tucker: Response
She turned smartly and headed towards the lift in the rear of the bay, her stride lengthening as her emotions warred within her. It felt like too soon to hope but a part of her would not...could not stop clinging to the idea that out there, somewhere, the Captain and Toryn were still alive. That thought propelled her forward with greater speed than any coaxial warp drive ever could.
[Tags/End Scene for Singh!]
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
Evinrude: Major! ::Then, to Tucker.:: Commander! They...they're not dead. Ours aren't dead. The flight recorder should hopefully tell us more about the timeline, but we didn't lose the Niac and Raga that we knew. ::He corrected himself.:: That we know.
Hearing someone else say it aloud gave Ishani a rush of emotion she could hardly control. She very nearly allowed herself to smile. There was a chance...a strange, small chance...that the Captain and Commander were still alive out there somewhere...somewhen.
Ishani usually hated anything to do with time travel. Today, it seemed, was a day for exceptions.
Evinrude: =/\= Evinrude to...science. ::His voice grew a little impatient, but not angrily so.:: To...anyone in Stellar Cartography!
Stellar Cartography (i.e., Solana/Dekas/Esot and/or T'Fearne): Response
Solana: =/\= Go ahead, LT. We’re listening, so take a breath. =/\=
Evinrude: =/\= ::At SCPO Solana's response, he slowed his breathing, and smoothed his tone.:: Not to rush you, but have you cracked into the flight recorder yet? We may have good news.
Marty moved away from the group to inspect a piece of debris that had just materialized. Evinrude managed to pay attention to his query and the comm call.
Tucker: ::pointing to the object in question:: Is it me, or is that a coaxial warp drive? I’ve read about them but never seen one before. This could explain a few things.
Glancing over at the charred lump of debris she had first recognized as the Kurosawa's engine core she looked more closely and realized, even with all the damage, the shape wasn't quite right for the components she knew had been aboard the yacht.
Singh: I am not familiar with that style of engine Commander but I agree. Whatever that is...::she gestured towards the core fragments::...was not aboard our Kurosawa when it left the ship a few weeks ago.
Nemes: Response
Solana: =/\= Not yet, we’ve been preoccupied with other observations and these scans aren’t matching up. What’s the good news? =/\=
Dekas/T'Fearne/Esot: Response (Optional, if you decide that the comm channel is open)
Evinrude: =/\= Right, so even though some version of the Ronin has lost their commanding officers, ours could still be out there. Let us know when you unravel the version of the recorder that found us...I hope it helps us find our missing crew. Evinrude out. =/\=
Nemes: Response
Lieutenants Evinrude and Nemes were inspecting the debris with a mix of fascination and confusion. She shot Commander Tucker a skeptical look as the three of them hovered over the unusual piece of equipment.
Tucker: Story time, kids: a Coaxial Warp drive is a theoretical propulsion system proposed by Starfleet engineers. They bounced the theory around for years. The problem was that, when used, it would fold space, allowing the user to travel any distance in an instant. Of course, folding space is a pretty violent procedure. What made this even more dangerous was that, if there was a warp core breach, it could collapse space over a distance of one billion kilometers. That’s B for billions. One of the problems is that the polaric modulator is prone to attack from chronoelectic pulses….
Evinrude: ::With an incredulous look.:: Why would anyone ever use this?
Ishani put herself in the boots of someone who would use a system so inherently dangerous, so potentially catastrophic, and drew the only conclusion she could.
Singh: Necessity or desperation. Perhaps for the people that used this there was no other way to make the journey and the results were worth the risk. To appear in this place, at this time, and to send us a message. We must learn what they were trying to tell us. What they died to tell us.
Nemes: Response
Tucker: I’m just saying, this thing could be a source or at least one of the reasons the eddy is there in the first place. Or at least a contributing factor, as it could have been one of Kurosawa’s, as we know now, there were several, all from different times.
Ishani didn't lack for imagination when it came to nightmare scenarios. She had lived through enough of them and had simulated enough others for her people to develop a good sense of just how quickly the ordinary could fall apart and how deeply that affected peoples decision making.
Singh: So we are proposing that....sometime in the future...a situation arises that is so cataclysmic the Captain and XO take a vessel with an unstable, experimental drive system and for reasons unknown sacrifice themselves to reach us here...at this moment. They must have suspected the journey would be one way.
Ishani glanced towards the forward launch bay door, suddenly feeling like she was in the wrong place. There was something on the other side of that door that two people had died to warn them about. Something that threatened them all...and perhaps far beyond just the ship, or this system. Ishani steadied her rising heartbeat with a few breaths and looked back to Mr. Tucker.
Singh: Commander...with this information in hand I believe it would be prudent to have the ship on a tactical footing. We must assume whatever is in this system represents a grave threat if anyone was desperate enough to use an engine system like that to get here.
Nemes: Response
Tucker: Yeah, I was right, definitely from a different reality or time, I can’t really tell which. Tricorders and internal sensors are only about half their capacity now that we’ve moved farther from the anomaly.
Evinrude: ::Sounding concerned.:: I'm no fan of DTI meddling, but this sounds like something we need to handle by the book. It's dangerous, not from this timeline, and also badly damaged. This thing falls into the wrong hands, and we've got some reckless tinkerer collapsing a billion square kilometers of space. ::He straightened a little, making his tone of voice more formal.:: Permission to quarantine the unit, sir.
Singh: I agree completely with the Lieutenant's assessment. I can have my people cordon off this section of the bay and place anything that can be safely moved in stasis until we can hand it over to the Corp of Engineers. The larger hull fragments will need to be secured in place until then.
Ishani placed her fingers in the corners of her lips and whistled loudly enough to snap heads around from thirty meters away. Several of the deck crew dropped what they were doing and jogged over at double time.
Singh: I want you three to assist in securing this debris, no one comes near it...no one so much as looks at it without my authorization. Anything that can fit goes into a stasis container and then to high security storage. Anything that can't - throw a level five containment field around it. This whole section is off limits till further notice, understood?
She received a trio of nods before the deckhands sprung into action and turned her attention back to Commander Tucker.
Singh: Will that be sufficient, Commander?
Nemes/Tucker: Response
Ishani took a final look at the charred remains and offered silent prayers for the souls of those that had been lost...and of thanks for those that might still be saved.
Singh: In that case Commander, I believe I should head to the Flight Operations Center to coordinate the search for the Shinano. I will update you on the effort as soon as I can. I will also have all our Valkyries moved to full tactical readiness...as a precaution. If that is acceptable, Commander.
Nemes/Tucker: Response
Singh: Very well. Excellent work, Lieutenants...you may not have been able to explain this mystery but you did uncover something more valuable at the moment...a reason for hope. Keep up the good work. ::She came to attention and nodded curtly:: Commander.
Nemes/Tucker: Response
She turned smartly and headed towards the lift in the rear of the bay, her stride lengthening as her emotions warred within her. It felt like too soon to hope but a part of her would not...could not stop clinging to the idea that out there, somewhere, the Captain and Toryn were still alive. That thought propelled her forward with greater speed than any coaxial warp drive ever could.
[Tags/End Scene for Singh!]
============================
Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
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