Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh - Tempting The Fates
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Karrod Niac
Jan 19, 2026, 12:13:55 AMJan 19
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Deck 9, Flight Deck aft, USS Ronin))
Singh: I believe this requires your expertise more than mine, Commander, Lieutenants.
Evinrude: ::With a low whistle.:: I guess I should have expected this, but that's a LOT of transporter data. Program's about halfway there, I still need some time to finish setting it up. ::As he continued working, his voice grew a little distant, as if he wasn't fully focused on the conversation.:: Any interesting new debris from the runabouts?
Tucker: ::to Evinrude:: Not yet, though they have found the thruster assembly and port nacelle, or what's left of it anyway.
With nothing technical to contribute Ishani had gone back to manually inspecting the nearby debris. It was tedious work that the computer would normally do a competent job at but for the moment, it was enough to keep her attention from dwelling on the larger realities of what she was looking at.
Singh: The crews are aware of the need for closer inspection of everything. It will be slow going but I'm certain they'll recover anything of value.
Evinrude: Subroutine's ready! We can start feeding it transporter data, and it will overlay that on top of our local scans of the debris.
Tucker: This should help with the dissemination of info as it comes it, and I’m setting the overlay to what the Kurosawa would be where she is intact.
Nemes: ::nodding:: Let’s see if we will finally be able to make more sense of these sensor results.
The energetic shouts were enough for her to put down the fragmented remains of an eps conduit and return to the consoles, her eyes narrowing as the computer helpfully provided a graphic of local space that made absolutely no sense at all. To the naked eye it would look normal but to their sensors it was anything but.
Singh: It looks like a puncture wound...but to the very fabric of spacetime. The distortions are incredibly unstable.
Evinrude: You're telling me we have an active, yacht-shaped portal through time...spitting out debris...and we're sending probes through it? ::He took a long, steadying breath.:: Another day on the Ronin.
Tucker: We need to get a handle on this. I pray to the Koala that they find the damn flight recorder, if we had that it would::crosses fingers:: hopefully help us.
Ishani found herself saying a little prayer before Commander Tucker had even spoken. Everything they learned simply deepened the mystery of what had happened...and complicated their ability to do anything about it.
Singh: Commander, I need an assessment of the risk level to my pilots...there are almost a dozen craft out there right now recovering debris...and I have no idea what it would mean if one of them was exposed to...::she gestured towards the anomaly on screen::...that.
Evinrude: Response
Knight: =/\= Gunny to Major Singh, we’ve got some good news and the bad news. How ya do you want it?
The Gunnery Sergeants voice was clear and level but the undercurrent of tension nearly made Ishani's eye twitch. She tapped at her commbadge and fought to keep her own voice level.
Singh: =/\= Good news first, Gunny. I have more than enough bad in front of me already. =/\=
Knight: =/\= Ah, yes, a desert-first type. Well, we’ve found the black box and the shuttle, the Carl Sagan will bring it within transporter range, and then ya’ll be able to beam it aboard. =/\=
Any sense of relief or hope she felt at the news was profoundly muted, her hopes carefully guarded.
Singh: =/\= Excellent. What's the rest of it? =/\=
Knight: =/\= And now for the bad news, the Shinano is missing….she was there and then she wasn’t. =/\=
Ishani's eyes widened as she glanced back to the display and then to Tucker, her mind already moving fast.
Singh: =/\= Advise all ships on recovery detail to break from their search grids and maintain a minimum distance of a thousand kilometers from the wreck site. We're tracking a possible temporal anomaly in the area. Get them re-tasked immediately then head to the FOC, I'll have next steps by the time I join you. Singh out. =/\=
When the comm disconnected she turned her attention back towards the waiting Lieutenants.
Singh: I cannot imagine the Shinano's disappearance and this anomaly are unrelated.
Evinrude/Nemes: Response
Marty started to pace, again.
Tucker: So, we’re getting the black box, and now we have a runabout missing. Could things get any worse? ::he waved his hands:: Nevermind don’t answer that..
Ishani cursed under her breath and quietly glared at a superior officer.
Singh: Let us not invite trouble, Commander...it may be superstition but I am unwilling to encourage the ire of the universe at this time.
Evinrude: Response
Nemes: Look at that data. It really looks like the fragments we beamed aboard here are in some sort of… temporal flux.
Ishani glanced at the reading and in the span of a few heartbeats, saw changes in everything from molecular composition to projected age. The materials themselves were somehow out of sync, like pieces of a Kurosawa that had been built across years of time. It was little surprise something had catastrophically failed.
Singh: The Captain may be...odd...but he does not take risks without reason. If his need was desperate enough to chance traveling through something that could do that to a ship...what could possibly have happened? What could've driven the two of them to do this?
Evinrude/Tucker: Response
Nemes: ::looking at Tess:: What did you say earlier? A portal through time? ::beat:: To me it looks more like some sort of temporal rift … you know, nothing stable but in constant flux ::she looked at Tess trying to find better words to explain what she meant:: Like an unstable wormhole that has no fixed location – just temporal. ::beat:: Does that make sense?
She pursed her lips, considering.
Singh: It does but it raises a larger question...with that level of instability, can we have any hope of determining the point of origin for the Kurosawa? We need to know when it came from.
Evinrude/Tucker: Response
Nemes: Just imagine, debris or a shuttle would go through such a rift, then the different parts would be in temporal flux and some would be older than others. Just like we can see here.
Singh: The odds of a craft surviving such a...radical transformation are very low. We need to inform the bridge...if the Shinano can be found the people inside will almost certainly be in distress.
Evinrude/Nemes/Tucker: Response
Ishani was no scientist. She had no background in temporal mechanics or particle analysis and her experiences with post combat analysis were of limited practical use in a situation like this. Yet her training and experience had taught her the value of letting large amount of data flow over her and letting her instincts find those small patterns that told larger stories. She reached for the display controls and tapped in a command, replaying one section of the analysis over and over. The data was gibberish, a tangled mass of information that seemed as much a computer error as it was a logical contradiction. Yet something about it drew her attention, whispered of something important. She changed the search parameters for a moment, filtering the data, then cursed aloud as the computer performed the analysis again. The results were even more alarming. She glanced to the wreckage and back to the display with her mouth slightly agape.
Singh: This isn't...these aren't our Kurosawa. That's why there's so much temporal flux...we're not looking at the wreckage of a single vessel...it's several. All at once. Look at the quantum signatures of these debris fragments...they're all different. There are two...maybe three different ships here.
Evinrude/Nemes/Tucker: Response
Ishani tapped at the computer with shaking hands, offering another silent prayer.
Singh: It doesn't match...none of these have the same quantum signature as the decking below it. Or of any of us.
Evinrude/Nemes/Tucker: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
Singh: I believe this requires your expertise more than mine, Commander, Lieutenants.
Evinrude: ::With a low whistle.:: I guess I should have expected this, but that's a LOT of transporter data. Program's about halfway there, I still need some time to finish setting it up. ::As he continued working, his voice grew a little distant, as if he wasn't fully focused on the conversation.:: Any interesting new debris from the runabouts?
Tucker: ::to Evinrude:: Not yet, though they have found the thruster assembly and port nacelle, or what's left of it anyway.
With nothing technical to contribute Ishani had gone back to manually inspecting the nearby debris. It was tedious work that the computer would normally do a competent job at but for the moment, it was enough to keep her attention from dwelling on the larger realities of what she was looking at.
Singh: The crews are aware of the need for closer inspection of everything. It will be slow going but I'm certain they'll recover anything of value.
Evinrude: Subroutine's ready! We can start feeding it transporter data, and it will overlay that on top of our local scans of the debris.
Tucker: This should help with the dissemination of info as it comes it, and I’m setting the overlay to what the Kurosawa would be where she is intact.
Nemes: ::nodding:: Let’s see if we will finally be able to make more sense of these sensor results.
The energetic shouts were enough for her to put down the fragmented remains of an eps conduit and return to the consoles, her eyes narrowing as the computer helpfully provided a graphic of local space that made absolutely no sense at all. To the naked eye it would look normal but to their sensors it was anything but.
Singh: It looks like a puncture wound...but to the very fabric of spacetime. The distortions are incredibly unstable.
Evinrude: You're telling me we have an active, yacht-shaped portal through time...spitting out debris...and we're sending probes through it? ::He took a long, steadying breath.:: Another day on the Ronin.
Tucker: We need to get a handle on this. I pray to the Koala that they find the damn flight recorder, if we had that it would::crosses fingers:: hopefully help us.
Ishani found herself saying a little prayer before Commander Tucker had even spoken. Everything they learned simply deepened the mystery of what had happened...and complicated their ability to do anything about it.
Singh: Commander, I need an assessment of the risk level to my pilots...there are almost a dozen craft out there right now recovering debris...and I have no idea what it would mean if one of them was exposed to...::she gestured towards the anomaly on screen::...that.
Evinrude: Response
Knight: =/\= Gunny to Major Singh, we’ve got some good news and the bad news. How ya do you want it?
The Gunnery Sergeants voice was clear and level but the undercurrent of tension nearly made Ishani's eye twitch. She tapped at her commbadge and fought to keep her own voice level.
Singh: =/\= Good news first, Gunny. I have more than enough bad in front of me already. =/\=
Knight: =/\= Ah, yes, a desert-first type. Well, we’ve found the black box and the shuttle, the Carl Sagan will bring it within transporter range, and then ya’ll be able to beam it aboard. =/\=
Any sense of relief or hope she felt at the news was profoundly muted, her hopes carefully guarded.
Singh: =/\= Excellent. What's the rest of it? =/\=
Knight: =/\= And now for the bad news, the Shinano is missing….she was there and then she wasn’t. =/\=
Ishani's eyes widened as she glanced back to the display and then to Tucker, her mind already moving fast.
Singh: =/\= Advise all ships on recovery detail to break from their search grids and maintain a minimum distance of a thousand kilometers from the wreck site. We're tracking a possible temporal anomaly in the area. Get them re-tasked immediately then head to the FOC, I'll have next steps by the time I join you. Singh out. =/\=
When the comm disconnected she turned her attention back towards the waiting Lieutenants.
Singh: I cannot imagine the Shinano's disappearance and this anomaly are unrelated.
Evinrude/Nemes: Response
Marty started to pace, again.
Tucker: So, we’re getting the black box, and now we have a runabout missing. Could things get any worse? ::he waved his hands:: Nevermind don’t answer that..
Ishani cursed under her breath and quietly glared at a superior officer.
Singh: Let us not invite trouble, Commander...it may be superstition but I am unwilling to encourage the ire of the universe at this time.
Evinrude: Response
Nemes: Look at that data. It really looks like the fragments we beamed aboard here are in some sort of… temporal flux.
Ishani glanced at the reading and in the span of a few heartbeats, saw changes in everything from molecular composition to projected age. The materials themselves were somehow out of sync, like pieces of a Kurosawa that had been built across years of time. It was little surprise something had catastrophically failed.
Singh: The Captain may be...odd...but he does not take risks without reason. If his need was desperate enough to chance traveling through something that could do that to a ship...what could possibly have happened? What could've driven the two of them to do this?
Evinrude/Tucker: Response
Nemes: ::looking at Tess:: What did you say earlier? A portal through time? ::beat:: To me it looks more like some sort of temporal rift … you know, nothing stable but in constant flux ::she looked at Tess trying to find better words to explain what she meant:: Like an unstable wormhole that has no fixed location – just temporal. ::beat:: Does that make sense?
She pursed her lips, considering.
Singh: It does but it raises a larger question...with that level of instability, can we have any hope of determining the point of origin for the Kurosawa? We need to know when it came from.
Evinrude/Tucker: Response
Nemes: Just imagine, debris or a shuttle would go through such a rift, then the different parts would be in temporal flux and some would be older than others. Just like we can see here.
Singh: The odds of a craft surviving such a...radical transformation are very low. We need to inform the bridge...if the Shinano can be found the people inside will almost certainly be in distress.
Evinrude/Nemes/Tucker: Response
Ishani was no scientist. She had no background in temporal mechanics or particle analysis and her experiences with post combat analysis were of limited practical use in a situation like this. Yet her training and experience had taught her the value of letting large amount of data flow over her and letting her instincts find those small patterns that told larger stories. She reached for the display controls and tapped in a command, replaying one section of the analysis over and over. The data was gibberish, a tangled mass of information that seemed as much a computer error as it was a logical contradiction. Yet something about it drew her attention, whispered of something important. She changed the search parameters for a moment, filtering the data, then cursed aloud as the computer performed the analysis again. The results were even more alarming. She glanced to the wreckage and back to the display with her mouth slightly agape.
Singh: This isn't...these aren't our Kurosawa. That's why there's so much temporal flux...we're not looking at the wreckage of a single vessel...it's several. All at once. Look at the quantum signatures of these debris fragments...they're all different. There are two...maybe three different ships here.
Evinrude/Nemes/Tucker: Response
Ishani tapped at the computer with shaking hands, offering another silent prayer.
Singh: It doesn't match...none of these have the same quantum signature as the decking below it. Or of any of us.
Evinrude/Nemes/Tucker: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
============================
Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
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