Major Ishani Singh - Hold Until Relieved
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Karrod Niac
Aug 15, 2024, 8:56:29 PM8/15/24
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Valkyrie One-One, At High Warp))
The whole of the fighter around her rattling in protest at the strain she was putting on its engines, Ishani took a few moments to review how they'd gotten here. Their well laid attack plan had collapsed in upon itself like neutron star, the Ronin & Khitomer were dreadfully out of position to assist and her fate along with that of the station and the entire sector dangled precariously in the balance. Their defense screen, intended as a perimeter security force and a supplement to the firepower of the starships, had very little in the way of weapons which could meaningfully turn the tide of the coming battle. Not that the knowledge changed anything for her as her flight of fighters and five others besides, supplemented by runabouts, rushed back towards the station to provide whatever measure of protection they could.
It wouldn't be enough. Not nearly enough. But Ishani intended to make the Alliance pay for every centimeter they wished to take from the Federation...and she would make sure the cost was as ghastly for them as possible. An alarm on her flight computer chirped and a channel opened, tying her into the tactical net being used by the stations physical defense team. Commander Raga's voice filled the cockpit and Ishani thought about the man for a moment. He'd always struck her as a competent officer...she hoped he'd live through this. For his children's sake, at the very least.
Raga: =/\= This is Raga, I regret to inform you all that our little ploy to bait the Lattice Alliance hasn’t gone as planned. The Ronin and Khitomer engaged them, but it’s safe to assume what they engaged was a decoy of their own. The Lattice Alliance is on its way here, now and it’s clear they left a while ago. Less than an hour you said, Major? =/\=
She glanced at her sensor display for a confirmation she didn't need.
Singh: =/\= Fifty four minutes for the leading elements, Commander. The larger ships are trailing behind but not by much. =/\=
The background chatter she could hear on the channel was a mirror of her own thoughts. Their day was less than an hour from becoming distinctly lethal.
Raga: =/\= Thank you Major. Get your people back here on the double and plan your defense based on the new data. Until our ships can return, you and your pilots are the only thing keeping them outside. =/\=
Ishani understood what was being asked of her and her people...it was one of the oldest and most terrible of orders passed down to any warrior. Hold...at all costs.
Singh: =/\= Understood Commander, we'll prepare a memorable reception for them. Snowball out. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Good, all teams if you haven’t finished your assigned tasks then double your efforts and get to your positions. Raga out. =/\=
The channel snapped closed just as the Valkyrie snapped out of warp, her wingmates only a few dozen meters away all around her.
Singh: =/\= Snowball to all flights, assume defensive formation omega, fighters in front and runabouts in the rear. Primary targets are any boarding craft or projectiles that directly threaten the station. Fly tight, watch your wingmate and don't waste your fire against enemy vessels we can't hurt. Our squadron readiness meeting will be fifteen minutes early tomorrow and I expect to see each and every one of you there with stories to tell. Good hunting, Valkyries...and good fortune to you all. Snowball out. =/\=
A chorus of acknowledgments and muted roars filled the cockpit as her fighter slid into position, one small diamond in a glittering half-sphere forming around the station. She glanced towards the station and offered those still aboard a quiet prayer.
TBC!
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
The whole of the fighter around her rattling in protest at the strain she was putting on its engines, Ishani took a few moments to review how they'd gotten here. Their well laid attack plan had collapsed in upon itself like neutron star, the Ronin & Khitomer were dreadfully out of position to assist and her fate along with that of the station and the entire sector dangled precariously in the balance. Their defense screen, intended as a perimeter security force and a supplement to the firepower of the starships, had very little in the way of weapons which could meaningfully turn the tide of the coming battle. Not that the knowledge changed anything for her as her flight of fighters and five others besides, supplemented by runabouts, rushed back towards the station to provide whatever measure of protection they could.
It wouldn't be enough. Not nearly enough. But Ishani intended to make the Alliance pay for every centimeter they wished to take from the Federation...and she would make sure the cost was as ghastly for them as possible. An alarm on her flight computer chirped and a channel opened, tying her into the tactical net being used by the stations physical defense team. Commander Raga's voice filled the cockpit and Ishani thought about the man for a moment. He'd always struck her as a competent officer...she hoped he'd live through this. For his children's sake, at the very least.
Raga: =/\= This is Raga, I regret to inform you all that our little ploy to bait the Lattice Alliance hasn’t gone as planned. The Ronin and Khitomer engaged them, but it’s safe to assume what they engaged was a decoy of their own. The Lattice Alliance is on its way here, now and it’s clear they left a while ago. Less than an hour you said, Major? =/\=
She glanced at her sensor display for a confirmation she didn't need.
Singh: =/\= Fifty four minutes for the leading elements, Commander. The larger ships are trailing behind but not by much. =/\=
The background chatter she could hear on the channel was a mirror of her own thoughts. Their day was less than an hour from becoming distinctly lethal.
Raga: =/\= Thank you Major. Get your people back here on the double and plan your defense based on the new data. Until our ships can return, you and your pilots are the only thing keeping them outside. =/\=
Ishani understood what was being asked of her and her people...it was one of the oldest and most terrible of orders passed down to any warrior. Hold...at all costs.
Singh: =/\= Understood Commander, we'll prepare a memorable reception for them. Snowball out. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Good, all teams if you haven’t finished your assigned tasks then double your efforts and get to your positions. Raga out. =/\=
The channel snapped closed just as the Valkyrie snapped out of warp, her wingmates only a few dozen meters away all around her.
Singh: =/\= Snowball to all flights, assume defensive formation omega, fighters in front and runabouts in the rear. Primary targets are any boarding craft or projectiles that directly threaten the station. Fly tight, watch your wingmate and don't waste your fire against enemy vessels we can't hurt. Our squadron readiness meeting will be fifteen minutes early tomorrow and I expect to see each and every one of you there with stories to tell. Good hunting, Valkyries...and good fortune to you all. Snowball out. =/\=
A chorus of acknowledgments and muted roars filled the cockpit as her fighter slid into position, one small diamond in a glittering half-sphere forming around the station. She glanced towards the station and offered those still aboard a quiet prayer.
TBC!
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
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