Major Ishani "Snowball" Singh - The Welcome Mat
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Karrod Niac
Aug 22, 2024, 1:40:22 AM8/22/24
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Valkyrie One-One))
The whole of the sky was burning and Ishani was dancing through the inferno. She'd fallen into a profoundly deep combat fugue where there was no hesitation between her thoughts and a thousand reactions. The fighter pivoted and spun as an extension of her will, deftly avoiding the greenish glare of Tholian plasma torpedoes that slashed across her canopy like a swarm of murderous insects. A light tap of her left foot slewed her heading just a few degrees to port and she fired unconsciously, her last two microtorpedos blowing apart a pair of interceptors bearing down on her wingmate. While she spun into a complex series of loops she tapped at the comm controls.
Singh: =/\= Snowball to Scuttles, report status. =/\=
Interference crackled through Ishani's comm. The simulated voice of Starfleet's only Horta pilot sounded strained.
Gra'vel: =/\= Minor damage to my port impulse relay, I'm rerouting now. Bismuth munching Tholian got a shot through while Scuttles shields were recharging. Sorry Maj...Snowball. =/\=
If Ishani could've spared the mental bandwidth for it, she would've smiled.
Singh: =/\= Fall back into formation with me Scuttles, we'll swing back towards the station and see if we can dislodge one of those boarding craft. =/\=
Gra'vel: =/\= Scuttles copies, Snowball. Scuttles will use her last torpedoes while phasers capacitors recharge. =/\=
Ishani tracked Gra'vels fighter falling in behind her in one corner of her sensors while her tactical logic system began projecting a course back towards the embattled DS33. The stations phasers were still firing and Ishani adjusted their course to avoid getting caught in the crossfire between the station and the assault craft trying to close in. Another tap of her comm opened her direct channel to the Ronin's XO, Commander Raga.
Singh: =/\= Snowball to Raga...we're targeting the boarding craft nearest your location. Advise you to keep your heads down, decompression warning. Twenty seconds to strike. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
Singh: =/\= Understood Commander, we'll make that our secondary target. Larger Alliance vessels are keeping a perimeter and they're trying to attrition down the stations defenses. We've lost fifteen percent of our fighters and several runabouts but we've knocked down at least five times that number. They just keep coming and we're running low on ordinance. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
Ishani cursed as a disruptor bolt got uncomfortably close and something thudded near her starboard weapon pod.
Singh: =/\= Snowball copies, strike inbound. =/\=
Ishani could feel her wingman in position as they swung towards the station, phaser and disruptor fire filling the space all around them in a frighteningly beautiful web of lethal energy. The gleaming white hull of 33, now marred by scorches and several active fires venting into space, filled her canopy. Her targeting display lit up and began chiming loudly and she fired without hesitation, phaser canons pulsing as Gra'vel's torpedoes streaked past, detonating on sheliak assault craft within a meter of its connection to the station. The ship violently sheared off and tumbled away, burning materials and armored troops spilling into the void. Ishani hauled over hard on her controls and for a moment her and Gra'vel were protected with the stations bulk between them and any clean shots.
Singh: =/\= Good shooting Scuttles. Snowball to Raga, target destroyed. They won't be using that airlock again. What's your status? =/\=
Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
Tags/TBC!
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
The whole of the sky was burning and Ishani was dancing through the inferno. She'd fallen into a profoundly deep combat fugue where there was no hesitation between her thoughts and a thousand reactions. The fighter pivoted and spun as an extension of her will, deftly avoiding the greenish glare of Tholian plasma torpedoes that slashed across her canopy like a swarm of murderous insects. A light tap of her left foot slewed her heading just a few degrees to port and she fired unconsciously, her last two microtorpedos blowing apart a pair of interceptors bearing down on her wingmate. While she spun into a complex series of loops she tapped at the comm controls.
Singh: =/\= Snowball to Scuttles, report status. =/\=
Interference crackled through Ishani's comm. The simulated voice of Starfleet's only Horta pilot sounded strained.
Gra'vel: =/\= Minor damage to my port impulse relay, I'm rerouting now. Bismuth munching Tholian got a shot through while Scuttles shields were recharging. Sorry Maj...Snowball. =/\=
If Ishani could've spared the mental bandwidth for it, she would've smiled.
Singh: =/\= Fall back into formation with me Scuttles, we'll swing back towards the station and see if we can dislodge one of those boarding craft. =/\=
Gra'vel: =/\= Scuttles copies, Snowball. Scuttles will use her last torpedoes while phasers capacitors recharge. =/\=
Ishani tracked Gra'vels fighter falling in behind her in one corner of her sensors while her tactical logic system began projecting a course back towards the embattled DS33. The stations phasers were still firing and Ishani adjusted their course to avoid getting caught in the crossfire between the station and the assault craft trying to close in. Another tap of her comm opened her direct channel to the Ronin's XO, Commander Raga.
Singh: =/\= Snowball to Raga...we're targeting the boarding craft nearest your location. Advise you to keep your heads down, decompression warning. Twenty seconds to strike. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
Singh: =/\= Understood Commander, we'll make that our secondary target. Larger Alliance vessels are keeping a perimeter and they're trying to attrition down the stations defenses. We've lost fifteen percent of our fighters and several runabouts but we've knocked down at least five times that number. They just keep coming and we're running low on ordinance. =/\=
Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
Ishani cursed as a disruptor bolt got uncomfortably close and something thudded near her starboard weapon pod.
Singh: =/\= Snowball copies, strike inbound. =/\=
Ishani could feel her wingman in position as they swung towards the station, phaser and disruptor fire filling the space all around them in a frighteningly beautiful web of lethal energy. The gleaming white hull of 33, now marred by scorches and several active fires venting into space, filled her canopy. Her targeting display lit up and began chiming loudly and she fired without hesitation, phaser canons pulsing as Gra'vel's torpedoes streaked past, detonating on sheliak assault craft within a meter of its connection to the station. The ship violently sheared off and tumbled away, burning materials and armored troops spilling into the void. Ishani hauled over hard on her controls and for a moment her and Gra'vel were protected with the stations bulk between them and any clean shots.
Singh: =/\= Good shooting Scuttles. Snowball to Raga, target destroyed. They won't be using that airlock again. What's your status? =/\=
Raga: =/\= Response =/\=
Tags/TBC!
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Major Ishani 'Snowball' Singh
Starfleet Marine Corp
Commander Aerospace Group - USS Ronin
V239509GT0
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