Joy

I suspect that the better loved a canon Trek character is, the larger the wince when one is played poorly. I'd agree that the occasional cameo can be fun. Off stage references, where one is relative of, friend of or rival of a canon character aren't too bad. Still, I have winced at awkward portrayals of Q and the holodoc. There are a few characters that might properly be reserved for the actors that originally portrayed them. We'll have to see about the new Trek movie coming out. Can the new Spock reasonably play opposite Nemoy? On the other hand, I have occasionally written logs involving Professor Moriarty and his Contessa from TNG's "Ship in a Bottle." Bad guys with class! I like to play with the role of and rights of sentient holograms. Occasionally using Moriarty as a not so nice advocate for the equality and freedom of binary life forms has proven interesting. Uneasy is the alliance between holo sentients and androids...

Or classes of androids? If one considers the hive mind sharing of memories among the Joys as making them effectively all one character, six isn't even close... I've had 9 Joys appear in various sims (not counting the academy androids 13 through 46), and eight of them have been full time player characters on one ship or another. Joy Five has been on four different ships, with Excalibur being the latest. In my private Joy canon which I don't push too hard on the sims the Joys play in, there are three Joys out of twelve who have never served on a ship full time, or even appeared as a guest. Joy Six teaches law and artificial intelligence at Starfleet Academy. Joy Four is the evil twin, still programmed under the Ferengi Laws of Robotics, wandering around perhaps still causing havoc. Joy Three is a tour guide at Tiffany's in New York City, the most wondrous place in the known galaxy. On Aegis, while for the sake of sanity I wasn't playing them all actively, for a few weeks not so long ago, Commander One former XO of CPA's USS Einstein, LtJg Nine, recently councilor of CPA's USS Lovisa, ambassador at large Eight of the MMS Harcourt Fenton Mudd and Ambassador Two of Aegis were all wandering around trying not to bump into one another. Poor Hawke left Nine sitting at Ops in Aegis the control tower, wandered down to Drankum's to talk to Commissioner Sorehl, and found One sitting there...

Last week, I gather Colonel Harper lost her hard drive, and a 100 plus string of perfect attendance came to an end. It was an 'awww' moment. This week, I lost a hard drive. Disaster! Horrors! End of the world! Not really. I have a back up. I'll be back, hopefully in time for Aegis tomorrow... But for the moment the entire Joy class is out of action, not to mention Tia and Tay. I shall return! I'm just not sure if this means I should increment to 47... Bob / Joy

Joy 45 April 12, 2008 KBear and JFarrington. USS CLoverbud. Romulan ship doing cloak-fire-decloaks in a single action statement. All attempts to trace tachyons, ion trails, taunting messages, etc... failed. Action BOOM ends sim.

The dog was not barking. A minor courtesy, standing when the guests enter a diplomatic function. Trivial. Insignificant. An ancient tradition that had originated independently on enough worlds to become an interstellar norm. Barely worth mentioning or talking about, unless it didn’t happen. And, of course, it had just failed to happened. Joy had recommended a small private conference, the Castillion and a few trusted members of the ruling party willing to work with the Federation. She made a note to find how just how this had gone astray, transforming into a formal dinner that included members of the opposition parties. That would be an mild thread to chase down during the postmortem. There would be a need for a postmortem. Even without a sense of smell, Joy thought the silence reeked of Forester launching the propaganda equivalent of a first strike. Maybe she was wrong, but she thought not. Forester’s taunts made Joy nearly certain of her diagnosis. Any last minute corrections possible? She glanced around at her companions. Muon had insisted firmly on taking the lead role. Joy’s clever nefarious plan of giving her enough rope to hang herself was suddenly less attractive. That die was cast, however. Muon could either handle it, or not. Similarly, Sorehl had chosen to sit on his suggestions on future policy towards Cardassia. As a result, there was no mutually understood future policy towards Cardassia... which implied the possibility of hectic ad-lib in front of the Cardassians before the evening was done. And where was Sorehl? Drankum, meanwhile, had advocated keeping the Endeavor affair a secret. Everyone would soon see the wisdom of trying to keep secrets when one’s enemies already knew the secrets. Nothing constructive to be done there. The milk, as the organic beings were wont to say, was already spilled. But... There was one member of the Aegis party who did seem to be a professional. He was also alone in that he likely had the contacts to possibly shape the oncoming tempest. Was there time? Perhaps. If the speeches, as traditional, were held off until until after the meal, he might conceivably be able to prevent his countrymen from acting on bad information. Joy slipped a finger under the flap of her diplomatic pouch, broke the seal, and fumbled for a single sheet of paper. There was no time for more than that. The rest would have to wait. Here it was, in the original Federation Standard on one side, with the Cardassian translation on the other. It had already brought one set of proceedings to an abrupt halt on Aegis, while igniting a minor diplomatic storm in San Francisco. How would it do here? She quietly slipped it to Kith Ghemor.

On the Excalibur, shouldn't there be another 'a' in there? You know, 'beastialize'?

I can confirm the above problems were still present at midnight. As a result, KBear has cancelled the Saturday midnight academy. Joy

Welcome back! Hope to see you around! Joy

The Schedule is posted here... There are links to the schedule at the top of the web chat room page and front page. As will says, watch the time zone. We don't do much of anything through Mirc. These forums and the web based chat rooms dominate our access. While a lot of ships have fairly active 'logs' forums, I don't thing there are any pure forum format sims? Someone might correct me if I'm wrong. And, again, welcome aboard. Don't believe that everyone here is cat or bat themed. The first thought, when most of us encounter a rodent, isn't to ask 'edible?' We androids, for example... Joy

I must confess, whenever I've seen the 'dip' abbreviation for 'diplomat' recently, the image I get is from the old BC comic strip...

"Can you cup up with a better idea, Joy?" Joy blinked, considering. Two sets of ideas, perhaps. "The target is a bubble fort. Dome force field. Weapons systems around the perimeter of the dome. This is a small asteroid, with no atmosphere. If we come in low, just over the horizon, we will be able to use our full weapons array, while the fort will only be able to use its near side weapons. We will be able to rotate ship, exposing fresh shield areas, giving depleted shields a chance to recover. We can concentrate fire on one segment of their shields, and one set of weapons, creating a weak spot in their perimeter. We will be able to duck beneath the horizon if our shields start giving out. "In principle, ships can't over power forts. Ships are limited in size, where forts are not. However, I did not detect a warp core in this fort. There were only fusion reactors, powerful, but not absurdly so. This station was small and covert. We have a reasonable chance at a brute force approach. "The fort is also somewhat dated, and we did win the war. We might have captured similar sites. I will do some research, and see if I can find likely shield frequencies and sequences. If we can match frequencies, this would amplify the effects of our phasers. "I would warn that a brute force approach requires a complete neutralization of their offensive systems. We have to take down our own shields to beam out the AT. There is also the risk of taking the shields down too hard. Any excessive energy could blow back into the physical dome, vent atmosphere, or worse." Joy paused, shifting gears to a different approach, entirely. "The alternative is political. Someone thinks they 'own' these soldiers, and has the correct security IDs to have them stand down. How might we contact these people and make a deal? Is there any reason for anyone to fight a small war here? Will said small war necessarily stay small? "We anticipate a maintenance ship might come shortly. With the fort fully powered up, I suspect it has reported out. We might see more than just a repair ship. We might see something sooner, rather than later. We don't know who is maintaining this base, but the most likely candidates are the planet we just visited, that didn't much like us, and the next planet we are due to visit, of which we know little. "We can find out by waiting to see who shows up, by hailing said planets, or by hailing the fort. "We also have to consider what Rian and Will are apt to do. I suspect they will soon be outnumbered and outgunned, which may not matter to Commander Robinson. I myself would recommend negotiation, but 'we come in peace' might not be the right line to use if our AT decides to fight it out. "The basic choices, though, seem to be to start hailing, start shooting, or wait to see who shows up. My recommendation would be to hail the base first, then reconsider options depending on the response. "We might also consider our mission orders. I believe we are to survey the region and try to make friendly contacts. I do not believe the mission is search and destroy."

Now, I do hope you are not using Starfleet resources to line your own pockets with latinum. Organic beings and their strange obsessions with subtle variations in fuel supplies...

Subject : The Cardassian Meeting From : Ambassador Joy Two To : Captain Quark CC : Commander Brown, Commissioner Sorehl Security : High Precedence : Medium Captain There are two primary items to cover in the upcoming meeting on Cardassia. We have a cure. Section 31 was the cause. There are a few other things which might also be mentioned. I do not propose they should be brought up unless they will help ease tensions after Section 31 is discussed. I would hold them as options and only consider bringing them up if the meeting is flowing appropriately. 1) I have not heard the details of the Commissioner's work, but suspect he is going to advocate some form of nation building. We might ask Cardassia how the Federation might be of service. Do the current Cardassian leaders have a particularly solid idea for a genuinely constructive project that could produce good PR for both the Cardassian administration and the Federation? 2) This might be a proper time to invite Cardassian representation on Aegis. If we are to have trust, giving them a window and voice into what we are doing and why could be important. At minimum, they should hear that we are rebuilding a larger diplomatic hub from us, rather than through rumors. 3) While we might reassure that Forrester and Savage have been isolated from Starfleet resources, they are covert ops people. They know how to go undercover, and they may have Cardassian contacts not friendly to the current administration. Savage and Forrester might continue to provoke situations detrimental to Cardassia. We might want to state our firm opposition to Savage and Forrester, and suggest cooperation in making sure they are not operating on Cardassia. Again, these approaches might be best considered optional. I would only travel these paths now if they seem open to working with us. If they take the news hard, saving these points until Cardassia is more receptive might be be wise. The primary focus, as discussed in the meeting, should be on the cause and cure. Joy

Joy thought back to her young sister Ten, when she was still new to the greater galaxy, still harboring doubts as to her own worth and sentience, drowning under Drankum's endless barrage of ethnic slurs and sexual harassment. He hadn't changed that much since then. He might be incapable of changing. That was what he was. The problem was that many in Starfleet participated in it by proxy, enjoyed it, encouraged it. Racism and sexism were not supposed to be part of Starfleet culture, but here it was. When it wasn't directed at their own race or gender, many otherwise respectable officers didn't seem to notice. And Ambassador Drankum seemed to wish to set the level of courtesy for Aegis to his own standard? "Ambassador Drankum, perhaps we have just had different experiences. I believe there is room, even in emergencies, for courtesy and respect. During the lead up to the Breen incursion, Legate Dukor went to the Control Tower to offer Admiral Goram complete control of the local Cardassian fleet. As he told it, he was yelled at for not getting to the Tower and making the offer quickly enough. That moment marked the end of Cardassian diplomatic representation on Aegis. It is far easier to ruin a relationship between peoples than rebuild it. "I would also distinguish between a clear and present danger, which justifies the exercise of emergency powers, and a vague and amorphous threat, which does not. Goram seemed fond of preventing diplomats from doing diplomacy under the pretense of keeping them safe. If I had not insisted upon the traditional right of diplomats to fly their couriers, the MMS Mudd would have been locked to Aegis when the Breen arrived. More of my people would have been left to the tender mercies of Goram's protection. Emergency powers can be over used, and should have their limits. "Now Captain Quark is not Admiral Goram. I don't expect her to reprise his policies or temperament. She has already shown she will take a very different approach to diplomatic relations. Still, if we are to speak of and establish protocols, I would have people here know where I am coming from. I must address the problems confronted by the rest of the diplomatic corps while you were... doing whatever it is that you do. We will be inviting some honorable and courageous people here, with responsibilities to fulfill. They are not apt to take kindly to being treated as infants to be coddled, or as petty underlings to be insulted and harangued." Joy paused, making a second copy of the same data chip she had just handed Commander Brown, and slid it vaguely towards the pile of pastries. "I do not believe that civility and clarity are mutually exclusive, nor that the traditional diplomatic protocols need be abandoned due to any unusually high risk in this area. While the chair should control the agenda, and I am not suggesting this need be next up, please let me know, Ambassador, if you find this too vague for comprehension. I did keep it vague, in that I did not set hard deadlines, or try to set diplomatic corps rights as firmly usurping Starfleet authority under any possible emergency. If you believe firmer wording is required, I am open to it. I have found, however, that meetings like this should set broad frameworks rather than hard rules. Again, feel free to disagree. Just beware of setting hard fixed rules in the close proximity of androids."

INTERRUPTION An Ambassador Drankum Profitable Production Copyright © 2008, Drankum Inc. Drankum looked from the vast collection of pastries not piled on his plate. To interrupt someone while eating was rude, in any culture. To do it to a Ferengi was flat out dangerous. “My robotic female, I do not give a piece of gold for the laws of sea, robotics or whatever else you wish to quote from your databank. I am concerned with interstellar law and policy. Your personal preferences are, honestly, none of my concern. Your government is associated with the humon Federation, mine is not. You may have sworn to uphold the Cerstitution of the Ferderation, but that is a personal decision and one that has no bearing on my government, the Klingens, Romulans or any other non humon wannabe species in the galaxy,” Drankum barked…annoyed that the mourning of his massage was not going according to plan. Grunting and looking back at the table of food, he continued, “Working together is…profitable under most circumstances. However, the fact remains that at certain points there must be a clear leader in a situation.” Drankum raised his head in thought, though did not turn around. “Captain Ears proved to me a long time ago the value of such, Aegis has since only reaffirmed it in his absence. I stand by my remarks. The Ferengi Alliance will not accept anything less than standing orders by the operators of this facility about policy and protocol for any diplomatic representative that is here. To do otherwise is like working with a poorly worded contract. Worthless, time consuming and when it comes down to the latinum…unprofitable,” the Ferengi proclaimed. It was time to continue the attack of the pastries before the clothed humon wannabe robot spoke again.

A straight line, Joy thought. She so admired a being who fed her straight lines. “Ambassador, you need not remind me we cannot through inaction allow sentients to come to harm. I know that. It is hardwired to my core. The proposal I just handed Commander Brown contains the phrase ‘clear and present danger.’ When that phrase applies, much that I hold dear -- treaties, rights, laws, constitutions, protocols -- might be properly suspended in the name of the Law of the Sea, the First Law of Robotics, the Sanctity of Life, or whatever the principle is named in a given culture. “But we are here not sworn to seek to suspend the Constitution, and all the rights and legal obligations that come with it, at every opportunity. We are sworn to preserve, protect and defend the Constitution. This means trying to avoid staggering from one state of emergency to another. It means stepping away from a pattern of perpetual conflict and martial law. It means seeking to work together, to share information, to build, to be cooperative, to build a place where civility might be more common than shouted orders.” Joy decided to stop there. She had not touched Drankum at all, she was sure. His values centered on self gratification, not on duty. To communicate with him, she would have to shift out of Federation values, to go to an emotional level, to prod at a point he cared about. She could not do that constructively while her primary message of the moment was centered on civility and avoiding conflict. Which was too bad. Somewhere beneath the clownish facade of greed and sensuality, there should somewhere lurk the remnants of a shrewd businessman. He might be useful if he could be kept awake and focused. But, no. Let him eat pastries. Let his blood sugar levels rise. Let him sleep. In greed he had lived, in greed would he sleep. He would barely be aware that his time was passing.

DAMN THE PREFACE BRING ON THE PASTIRES! An Ambassador Drankum Profitable Production Copyright © 2008, Drankum Inc. The Ferengi grunted slightly, immediately attempting to make the gesture appear more like a cough than his resumption of consciousness. He was, after all, a rather busy Ferengi. Yet, every being in the galaxy would be forced to make sacrifices. Drankum was no exception. He now sat in a very uncomfortable chair listening to diplomatic banter. "Didn't I bribe enough people to end all this years ago...", he thought to himself. For today, Drankum himself had made a rather impressive sacrifice by his own standards. In the last two hours, he had missed three massage appointments aboard the Canar's Plunder and his chef would be closing the buffet soon. Ah, the price of maintaining a public image. Glancing at the robotic android passing a document to the child pretending to be the station's executive officer, the Ferengi cleared his throat...in typical fashion...causing whatever discussions were in progress to cease. Some civilizations raised their hands, others yelled and screamed, yet some even shot one another. Drankum cleared his throat, sometimes resorting to banging his cane on the deck repeatedly. Slowly standing, he surveyed the room. The act seemed to, for the briefness of his remarks, wash away the aged womanizing elder and replace him with a stern forceful figure. Privately, in retrospect, the Ferengi would question whether or not the ability to do such a performance was still within him. The fact that it was only made the entire situation...more profitable. "Polite requests, my dear Ambassador, have their place back on the humon's homeworld in the halls of their great councils. I've been there, I've done that and found it to be a complete waste of time. The name Aegis stands throughout this quadrant for power, diplomatic and military," the Ferengi said surveying those at the table. "The fact remains however, this installation is not neutral territory. This facility itself falls under the operational jurisdiction of the Starfleeters, by design and treaty. That makes this place, it's expensive toys and all, a military installation. Each government has an installation here not by demand but by the good graces of the Ferderation, bribery charges not withstanding," Drankum continued, "so those operating this facility have every right to issue orders when it deals with the safety and security of the beings aboard this rotating hotel. Polite requests? I give my massage therapist a polite request." For reasons he didn't exactly comprehend, Drankum raised his cane. "I have to use this because of the very nature of what Aegis means. Polite requests would have resulted in my death. A standing order, provided for my safety and everyone else aboard, is what helped my unprofitable injury to be limited. Standing orders are the terms of our government's acceptance to be here, period. It is no different than the terms of those places on the humon homeworld belonging to other governments. If a planetary distress call is issued and a quarantine is in place, the Starfleeter military has the authority to prevent departures in the interest of the galaxy as a whole." The Ferengi grunted again, pointing his cane at Brown, "The humon child can't give me a polite request. I'd slap him. The clothed female rebel can't give a polite request to a Klingon, it would eat her. We, diplomats, are here at the discretion of our governments and the hos....hispertality....of the those running the place. Of course we don't like being told what to do. But we must know our place, and this isn't a planetary embassy." As abruptly as he had risen, Drankum paused...his composure dropping...and turned to the buffet table. "I'm mourning the loss of my massage...," he whispered as he approached plates. The pastries would never be the same again. ~Drankum~ AMBASSADOR (III), Ferengi Liaison Ferengi Alliance Inc.

Brown folded his arms. “Standing orders, whether to name a protocol officer, improving contact with Cardassia,” he recounted, as if he’d been keeping notes. “Sounds like we have our work cut out for us.” Joy winced slightly. Yes, there would have to be agreements on how everyone would behave. She just hoped Starfleet wouldn’t cling too tightly to the idea that they were going to dictate, and the rest of the galaxy would respond positively to being dictated to. Admiral Goram, reprised. Still, they were military. The natural order of things was chain of command. Appoint an officer to issue orders, indeed. Problem solved. She thought briefly back to just before the meeting. Ambassador Drankum, stepping out of the lift, laying about with his cane when his security escort crowded him too closely. Security had merely stepped back out of harm’s way. An act of war, with an accredited ambassador using force against the host’s military? An example of diplomatic immunity? The exercise of his Guaranteed Right to freely express his political opinions? A precedent set, for when the Klingon ambassador did much the same with a blade? A demonstration that the usual rules of social interaction did not apply to Q, Holly, or Ambassador Drankum? Glancing down at her tricorder, Joy scanned her notes, checking off several large blocks. Working together, sharing information and nation building seemed to be established in principle, if not in details. Captain Quark's approach to sharing responsibilities was vague, but seemed to be working. Joy grayed out her ideas on that subject. She got to the section in question. Diplomats interacting with security: principles, traps and... well... standing orders. There was too much of it there, and much too soon in the meeting do dump it all in their laps. In fact, it might be interesting to see if the Commissioner had reinvented the same wheel. Instead, Joy scrolled up to the smaller can of worms, downloaded it onto a data chip, and slid the chip across to Commander Brown. “If the chair manages the agenda, Commander, you might put this up at an appropriate time. Pass it around as you like.” If they wanted standing orders... Once a foreign power formally establishes an embassy, they essentially have the right to run diplomatic courier ships between that embassy and other sites of diplomatic interest. If there is an emergency, a clear and present danger, it is quite legitimate to route couriers around said danger. This should be done politely, with a brief reason given. If the clear and present danger is right on top of the Aegis, it is legitimate to request flight delays of minutes or hours to clear the emergency. It is far less legitimate to suspend diplomatic traffic over periods of days or weeks. Military organizations should not prevent civilian command authorities from communicating with one another. If we expect other powers to honor the protocols, we must honor them ourselves. If there is a perceived need for a long term shutdown of diplomatic traffic, please consult with the Federation diplomatic corps as soon as the need is perceived. The diplomatic corps may want to deliver the message to the foreign diplomats themselves, in such a way to reduce the considerable political damage. Diplomatic couriers are traditionally small, corvette or scout sized. The purpose built couriers are generally little more than a warp cores with engines attached, built for speed rather than comfort or firepower. While ambassadors might for status purposes arrive on capital ships, these are visiting warships, not couriers, and fall under Starfleet’s purview, rather than the diplomatic corps. Heavily armed ships are generally not given diplomatic privileges, though if a head of state is aboard, and the meeting was arranged in advance, one should assume the privileges are in place. If anyone has an opinion on how to classify Ambassador Drankum’s very large but apparently unarmed luxury barge, I am quite eager to listen.

Subject : Assorted Security Concerns From : Ambassador Joy Two To : Lt Cdr Ronin Shepard CC : Captain Quark, Ensign Coleridge Classification : Medium Precedence : Low Commander I beg pardon if this goes on at some length, but I recently met up with my security team, and this got me thinking of issues in your areas of responsibility. Hopefully, this will not take too much of your time. I don’t consider any of it urgent, except security concerns seldom do seem urgent until it is too late. I shall soon complete an initial review of the Endeavor Incident, at which time MMS Mudd will be departing for Earth. This leaves two concerns. On board are two small micro cores, ( 1 x 1 x 2 meters) intended for a possible eventual Federation embassy. Until Engineering does the work on restoring Embassy Row, I will need to store them somewhere, under diplomatic seal. Have you an appropriate place? When the Mudd leaves, I will also need a small suite suitable for myself and a half dozen companions. I am hoping for an informal central lounge areas with attached ‘bedrooms’ for privacy and maintenance. A commercial hotel suite is the obvious solution, but if you have any comments or suggestions that would make your security concerns easier, I would welcome them. I also recently received a request for comments from Ensign Coleridge of Engineering, who is responsible for rebuilding Embassy Row. I do not believe your name was on the list of those queried, which might perhaps be in error. This might not be primarily in my area of concern, but a diplomatic meeting was recently called for at the CO’s ready room, which resulted in twelve extra security personnel on the CT floor. This is before ambassadors from places like Cardassia, Quo’noS and Romulus arrive, with their own diplomatic guards. There was considerable concern about disruption of the CT on my last tour here. I am considering recommending that a diplomatic ready room be built as part of Embassy Row, with similar furnishings to the Captain’s ready room, and similar multi media capability. An adjacent guard room for your people waiting to escort ambassadors might also be appropriate. The diplomatic ready room could be used for meetings among the Ambassadors, as well as giving the command staff an alternative to regular parades through the tower. If you concur that this would be a good idea, I would suggest you speak with Ensign Coleridge. I would appreciate a chance to review any resulting design. I suspect a review of the Embassy Row design from the point of view of cover, lines of fire, blast resistance, reinforcement and retreat might not be amiss. Extras such as force field and holo projectors might be considered. Just, please, don’t make the tactical aspects of any design blatantly obvious. Earn the respect of the Klingon ambassador. Let others, not of your profession, fail to notice. From my point of view, a pretty pastel picture behind shatter resistant transparent aluminum might be the proper metaphor. I think it would also be prudent to have a turbo lift access within Embassy Row. Assuming that the lift tunnels can be kept scanned and secure, this might allow clean transit between Embassy Row and the tower without extreme security parades. You might be able to secure the Row’s and tower’s perimeters, and do less on the move security through public areas. I also spoke with one of your team leaders about a Mudd cultural problem. At Priority Two, I am required to protect and preserve the lives of sentient beings. At Priority Six, I am required to preserve my own existence. If you are really curious, I can give you a lengthy list of conflicting papers in the Journal of Artificial Intelligence on why the classic Laws of Robotics ought or ought not be repealed. Still, the immediate problem, from your perspective, is an ambassador with a deeply programmed directive to throw herself in front of her body guard to prevent said guard from being injured. I appreciate that such behavior would be detrimental to your people performing their assigned mission. Alas, asimov processor designed artificial intelligences are not renown for having free will. Is it possible for me to acquire a transporter recall device? If I push a button, or speak a comm badge keyword, could an appropriate free transporter pulls me out of hazardous situations? If I use such a recall at first hazard, I would feel much better about freeing your men of their responsibility to protect me. I hope too that you will not object to my carrying a cricket phaser? Would it be possible for me to put a few Alyce Class androids through Starfleet diplomatic security refresher courses? They have served such a role before, originally during the time of their service to M’lord Mudd the First, but I would like both of us to be sure they know the latest methods and rules of engagement. They are forbidden use of lethal force, but are much stronger and tougher than they look. If this is acceptable, I would feel much more comfortable being protected by my own people. While other diplomats might not be driven by the Laws of Robotics, they may for other reasons share this feeling. But I shall leave that for another time. Joy Two

Subject : Assorted Security Concerns From : Ambassador Joy Two To : Lt. Cmdr. Ronin Shephard CC : Captain Quark, Ensign Coleridge Classification : Medium Precedence : Low I have recently received news that requires the immediate release of the MMS Mudd. We will be moving the micro cores to your vaults immediately. The Alyces and I do have our own cricket phasers, essentially the Federation design, but with variant power supplies. The Alyces will process theirs as they deliver the cores. I have this wonderful meeting to attend. I shall process mine and see if we can set up the transporter recall when the meeting ends. I'll leave you and Ensign Coleridge to the Embassy Row design, though I would like to review it as it nears completion. Until the work there is complete, I will take a suite at the Sky Harbor Panorama. Joy

Subject : Assorted Security Concerns From : Lt. Cmdr. Ronin Shephard To : Ambassador Joy Two CC : Captain Quark, Ensign Coleridge Classification : Medium Precedence : Low Number one, the micro cores can be stored in a security safe that is accessed form main security for purposes such as these. Number 2. The suite will have to be taken care of in the engineering department mostly. I will prepare the security measures for the suites myself. Somethings that will be included in the security for the Ambassador section are regular security measures of course, DNA scanner's, forcefeilds, holoprojectors, and extra safety protectals to guard any back doors in our security measures. Number 3. Any transporter recall device will have to be processed though the security main computer but yes it will be available. As for the phaser, it will as be processed but it will be okay for your own phaser. If you require one from security we can provide one for you. Number 4. The droids will be accepted as long as the biggest weapon is a phaser that they will have. Number 5. Don't worry about the security teams. if you can understand that the security team shall have the backing much of main security. the security teams are mostly to take you to a safe location and hold off the enemy till reinforcements arrive. If any more questions arrive, feel free to ask. Lt. Cmdr. Ronin Shephard Chief of Security, Sky Harbor Aegis

That the ship has the same name is no coincidence. STSF is directly descended from AOL's SFOL. Quite a good number of hosts and ships moved from SFOL to STSF when AOL's policies got to be a bit much to bear. I may not go back quite so far in sim tradition as you, but Joy Eleven was a long time veteran of Admiral Alpha's and Commander Bravo's USS Hawking. Stop by the Talon. I wouldn't be shocked if you saw a familiar name or two...

Better CSEC than AJAN, Baran. :lol:

Then again, if you want all the Ferengi snickering, you might try observing Aegis, Fridays at 10. :lol:

Wow. Vroom vroom! :lol: