Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh - Things that Go Bump in the Midwatch
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Karrod Niac
Feb 3, 2026, 12:22:47 AMFeb 3
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((Deck 7, Compartment 07-0221, CAG's Quarters, USS Ronin))
Ishani had never been a particularly heavy sleeper as a child and, after years of Starfleet Marine service she had developed the ability to slip in and out of sleep the way some people would slip into and out of a warm sweater. So when her comm chimed at what the wall chrono told her was barely halfway through Delta shift, she came to instant awareness and assessed her surroundings.
The alert lights weren't flashing. No alarms were blaring. The ship itself didn't seem to be in imminent peril.
That was a relatively good start as far as she was concerned.
Knight: =/\= Gunny to Major Singh. =/\=
She fought to stifle a small yawn, her body not quite as awake as she insisted it should be.
Singh: =/\= Singh here Gunnery Sergeant. Report but...do so quietly. You're in danger of startling my chronometer. =/\=
Knight: =/\= Yes, ma’am, I’m fully aware that it’s 0335, but it’s the Sojourn, ma’am, think we found it. =/\=
Ishani's brow furrowed but her lips up turned in minor amusement.
Singh: =/\= I didn't realize the Sojourn was unaccounted for, Gunny. Is it possible you're referring to the Shinano and that perhaps you should be the one grabbing some rack time? =/\=
The moments hesitation and awkwardly cleared throat on the comm affirmed her suspicions. Too much coffee during Delta shift did odd things to people.
Knight: =/\= Yes, Major, it’s an older code, but it still checks out. =/\=
Ishani was already out of bed and tugging on her uniform jacket.
Singh: =/\= I'll be in the FOC in three minutes. Alert pilots to their ships, I want them ready to launch by the time I arrive. =/\=
Knight: =/\= Good call, Major. I’ll wait until you get here. Knight…out. =/\=
The commline closed and Ishani slid on her boots, all thoughts of sleep immediately banished from her mind. She'd chosen these quarters because they were only a short walk from the FOC, where she spent most of her waking hours, but as another treasonous yawn threatened to escape from her mouth she mildly regretted not positioning herself closer to the ships Brew Continuum franchise and their excellent assortment of loose tea.
((Two minutes and eleven seconds later, Flight Operations Center, Deck 7, USS Ronin))
Ishani strode into a compartment buzzing with quiet intensity as Gunny Knight glared up at the large hologlobe in the center of the room. A quick glance at the status boards showed her their alert Valkyries were being manned or, in one case, Horta'd, and their search and rescue runabout already had its engines warm and was simply awaiting launch clearance. The sole blip on the massive display carried the Shinano's information tag but little else.
Singh: Report. Has the Shinano tried to make contact yet?
Knight: Response
Ishani pursed her lips, considering.
Singh: Protocol is to call in after any loss of contact and by our clock they've been missing nearly seven hours. Try hailing them.
Knight: Response
Ishani didn't care for the sound of that one bit and pressed a button on the console in front of her.
Singh: =/\= Scramble ready fighters and S&R runabout. Shinano is on sensors but not responding to comms. Proceed with caution, maintain five hundred meter separation until threat assessment is performed. =/\=
Knight: Response
[Tags/TBC]
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
Ishani had never been a particularly heavy sleeper as a child and, after years of Starfleet Marine service she had developed the ability to slip in and out of sleep the way some people would slip into and out of a warm sweater. So when her comm chimed at what the wall chrono told her was barely halfway through Delta shift, she came to instant awareness and assessed her surroundings.
The alert lights weren't flashing. No alarms were blaring. The ship itself didn't seem to be in imminent peril.
That was a relatively good start as far as she was concerned.
Knight: =/\= Gunny to Major Singh. =/\=
She fought to stifle a small yawn, her body not quite as awake as she insisted it should be.
Singh: =/\= Singh here Gunnery Sergeant. Report but...do so quietly. You're in danger of startling my chronometer. =/\=
Knight: =/\= Yes, ma’am, I’m fully aware that it’s 0335, but it’s the Sojourn, ma’am, think we found it. =/\=
Ishani's brow furrowed but her lips up turned in minor amusement.
Singh: =/\= I didn't realize the Sojourn was unaccounted for, Gunny. Is it possible you're referring to the Shinano and that perhaps you should be the one grabbing some rack time? =/\=
The moments hesitation and awkwardly cleared throat on the comm affirmed her suspicions. Too much coffee during Delta shift did odd things to people.
Knight: =/\= Yes, Major, it’s an older code, but it still checks out. =/\=
Ishani was already out of bed and tugging on her uniform jacket.
Singh: =/\= I'll be in the FOC in three minutes. Alert pilots to their ships, I want them ready to launch by the time I arrive. =/\=
Knight: =/\= Good call, Major. I’ll wait until you get here. Knight…out. =/\=
The commline closed and Ishani slid on her boots, all thoughts of sleep immediately banished from her mind. She'd chosen these quarters because they were only a short walk from the FOC, where she spent most of her waking hours, but as another treasonous yawn threatened to escape from her mouth she mildly regretted not positioning herself closer to the ships Brew Continuum franchise and their excellent assortment of loose tea.
((Two minutes and eleven seconds later, Flight Operations Center, Deck 7, USS Ronin))
Ishani strode into a compartment buzzing with quiet intensity as Gunny Knight glared up at the large hologlobe in the center of the room. A quick glance at the status boards showed her their alert Valkyries were being manned or, in one case, Horta'd, and their search and rescue runabout already had its engines warm and was simply awaiting launch clearance. The sole blip on the massive display carried the Shinano's information tag but little else.
Singh: Report. Has the Shinano tried to make contact yet?
Knight: Response
Ishani pursed her lips, considering.
Singh: Protocol is to call in after any loss of contact and by our clock they've been missing nearly seven hours. Try hailing them.
Knight: Response
Ishani didn't care for the sound of that one bit and pressed a button on the console in front of her.
Singh: =/\= Scramble ready fighters and S&R runabout. Shinano is on sensors but not responding to comms. Proceed with caution, maintain five hundred meter separation until threat assessment is performed. =/\=
Knight: Response
[Tags/TBC]
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
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