I'm not talking making them Pocket Explorers, but for when the next Crazy, Murderous Space Event™ comes out and we need some high science help to figure it out or for when we get into a war with cloakers and we need some AWACS support that doesn't pop like a balloon.

Random event survivability is a bonus also.
Understood, but where do we draw the line between things that do and do not go 'pop?' I'd say the line is around an 'average stat,' excluding science, of 2.5 or so. That's where the Centaur-A rests, for instance. If pushing up to 3 is possible, great, but if it's not, let's not let that stop us from building a few.

Building that many [10-12] Connie-Bs will start to eat into resources, crew, and berth time that could be spend on Renaissance-class ships, so I don't think that's happening.
Yes, which is why I phrased that as an "if-then" statement. What I'm getting at is that whenever possible, we should capitalize on our shipbuilding options and make many ships of a class, not few. This is especially true when the option in question is our first opportunity in ten years to fill a major capability gap.
 
Building that many Connie-Bs will start to eat into resources, crew, and berth time that could be spend on Renaissance-class ships, so I don't think that's happening.
you mean the Renaissance that is 4.5 years away from entering mainline production? and the one that won't be available in any appreciable number until 7.5 years from now, if we DO NOT get supprised by something. On the counter-point, we can get a good number of Constitution-Bs in the early part of that time, letting us put the Reni into production with a comfortable 'cushion' of Connie-Bs to hold the line and later support the Reni. I just want enough to shore up defenses before we get the Reni in.
 
Understood, but where do we draw the line between things that do and do not go 'pop?' I'd say the line is around an 'average stat,' excluding science, of 2.5 or so. That's where the Centaur-A rests, for instance. If pushing up to 3 is possible, great, but if it's not, let's not let that stop us from building a few.

Hull 2 is a workable compromise I'd say. C3 S8 H2 L3 P3 D4 for 90/65 Cost is what I can roughly do.
 
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you mean the Renaissance that is 4.5 years away from entering mainline production? and the one that won't be available in any appreciable number until 7.5 years from now, if we DO NOT get supprised by something. On the counter-point, we can get a good number of Constitution-Bs in the early part of that time, letting us put the Reni into production with a comfortable 'cushion' of Connie-Bs to hold the line and later support the Reni. I just want enough to shore up defenses before we get the Reni in.
To be fair, we have one more year of Constitution-B construction before any new ConnieBees we lay down will be occupying berths that could otherwise be filled by a Renaissance. I don't really think we can get twelve ConnieBees without denting our first-wave Renaissance production badly. Maybe ten, maybe.

What I'm getting at is that more is, on the whole, better.

Hull 2 is a workable compromise I'd say. C3 S8 H2 L3 P3 D4 for 90/65 Cost is why I can roughly do.
Honestly I'd rather have Hull 3 and Combat 2, if that's possible. Science vessels need to be survivable more than they need to pack a punch.
 
The Miracle of (Starship) Birth (Pt 1 - 2306.Q1.M1)
The Miracle of (Starship) Birth

2306.Q1

A broad-shouldered blond man in a white command division crew shirt and an engineer's vest leans back against his desk, looking out over the empty spacedock that his office windows open out onto. He glances over his shoulder at the young ensign standing at absolutely perfect parade ground attention and takes a sip from a tumbler of amber liquid. "A week ago, this dock was an absolute hive of activity. The USS Miracht. We had dignitaries out my arse lined up to kiss her on the cheek. Federation Councillors, Vice Admiral Sousa, enough Tellarites to form the mother of all debating societies, even Admiral Kahurangi. But right now we have a brief little moment of peace."

The office's main lights are off, the only light coming in from the great illumination panels built into the spindly frame of the dockyard beyond the window. The office is cluttered, with data PADDs, print-outs, and ship models. Sporting paraphernalia hangs off the walls, a sleeveless guernsey in a frame, a broad, flat-faced bat with prominent signatures, a variety of photographs. It was everything that professors at Starfleet Academy teach that the working offices of a Starfleet officer shouldn't be.

The older man straightens up from behind the desk and turns to face the new Enisgn, one of the first Amarki to come through the Academy. "I understand that you came through as Explorer Corps?"

"Yes, sir!" the ensign confirms, pride clearly evident in her voice.

"Ensign Tabriec, was it?"

"Yes, sir."

"So, Ensign Tabriec, how did you end up at the San Francisco Fleet Yards?"

"I tried to get on an explorer, but there weren't any billets. I thought that working on one might be the next best thing," admits the ensign.

"Got an interest in shipbuilding?"

Tabriec spreads her hands and grins bashfully. "My father worked on the first Riala, and I got to see the progress when we all lived on the Arsenal. I want to go to space, but if I can't do that, I want to build ships."

"Heh, you've got decades ahead of you, don't worry," replies the senior. "If you want to get to space, you'll get there eventually."

A bright light seems to shine in the ensign's eyes. "But since I'm here, I want to make sure I do my best!"

"Well, I think I smell an Academy indiscretion derailing a career," says the older man with a chuckle. "But so what? Welcome to Berth A of the San Francisco Fleet Yards." He steps out and extends a hand to the ensign. "We're long on work, short on ceremony. I'm Captain Henderson, but everyone on the berth just calls me Rob. Last the first month and you'll get to call me Rob as well. Until then, stick with Captain Henderson."

"Yes, sir, Captain Henderson!"

Robert Henderson sits and watches Tabriec for a few more seconds, taking her measure as he scans her face. Finally he nods. "Alright. So. You wanna learn how to build a starship."

"Yes, sir!"

"Well, I can teach you that," says Rob. "Academy doesn't really prep you for this. Plenty about how to run a ship, but building one is an art. You're gonna learn on the job a lot. Work hard, or I'll piss you off in a heartbeat and find an ensign who will. Got that?"

"Sir."

"Alright, at the moment, we're waiting on a green-light for a new build. The betting money is that we'll have a new Excelsior build from this year's Shipyard Ops meeting," says Rob. "Until then, go see the Yeoman outside, they'll find you your quarters and let you get settled in."

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A fist bangs noisily on the door to Ensign Tabriec's quarters as she relaxes and prepares for bed soon, rather than the familiar computer chimes. "Ehh? Computer, open door!"

The doors part to reveal Captain Rob with a sheet of thick card in his hand, which he is holding up triumphantly. "Ensign, get your kit and get up to Ops. We're having a baby shower."

"A what, now!?" blurts Tabriec. "Captain, it's nearly midnight, station time."

"Time waits for no Starfleet officer except James Kirk and Nash ka'Sharren, so shut up and get a move on," says Rob as he turns away.

Five minutes later Tabriec arrives at Ops to find every officer assigned to their shift waiting for her, all of them looking agitated.

"About damn time, rookie!" snaps Lieutenant Cassie, a towering blonde woman from Vega. "We've been waiting for hours!"

"Minutes," corrects one of the other shift bosses.

"Shut up! It felt like hours!" snaps Cassie again.

Rob Henderson clears his throat and the operations room silences immediately. "Alright, cheers. Ensign Tabriec, you've joined the crew here at just the right time. You'll be the only true newcomer to shipyard operations, I wanted to make sure you were here for this." He holds up the sheet of card. "Building a ship is like a longer, messier, more painful version of pregnancy. And this sheet is your positive test." He clears his throat ostentatiously. "Let's see, 'In accordance with Starfleet Regulations and Procedures four-five-gee, we the undersigned, namely Admiral Kahurangi, Vice Admiral Sousa, Rear Admiral Choss, issue Notice of Intent to San Francisco Fleet Yards Berth A. Undertake necessary measures to prepare for assembly for purposes of commissioning into Starfleet Service an Excelsior-class explorer, Block Pattern 2295, with the allocated time frame of four years, between first quarter 2306 to 2310."

A cheer goes up the moment the word 'Excelsior' leaves Rob's lips. Even Tabriec's eyes go wide. As much as the old Constitutions capture the wonder and awe of the original Federation races, the Amarki people were fascinated by the Excelsiors. Majestic and utterly otherworldly in their design, they have come to symbolise exploration and the future.

"This means," continues Rob as he turns to look at Tabriec, "That we all have a month before the official Starfleet Build Order comes through, during which we need to register with all the relevant authorities for the components we will need early on, and the refamiliarise ourselves with the blueprints and construction steps." He thrusts a finger out at everyone in the room. "Now, I am going to drill you all relentlessly on the Excelsior for this month. And if, at the end of it, any one of you can't tell me off the top of your head what kind of fastener secures the J-225 PTC maintenance access panels, I will drill you with a goddamn phaser."

A chorus of "Yes, Rob"s follow that threat.

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"Right, Ensign, since you're new, I'll let you take on making our own Notices," says Rob.

Tabriec tilts her head. "Why do we need to make Notices? We're the one's making the ship."

"Ah, but there's a bunch of things we don't build ourselves," says Rob. "Warp Cores for instance. Total specialist job. Ours are made in an Assembly Plant in Venus orbit. And now that we know that we'll need one, we need to lodge a notice with the Warp Core Fabrication Division to let them know that we'll need one, and when we'll need it. It takes a year to properly make a warp core, and in a typical Excelsior build schedule we are ready to install the MARA at the end of the second year."

"Who else do we have to report to?"

"Weapons Division, Transporter Division, Propulsion Division, there's a whole host of groups under Shipyard Industrial Command that contribute."

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A month later the whole production officer corps of Berth A is gathered together in the board room. Schematics, cut-aways, and other views of Excelsiors surround them all, together with enormous sheets of paper, datapads and even the odd industrial tool. Captain Rob is up at the front of the board room, another sheet of paper in his hands. "Alright, looks like we're on. Starfleet Build Order NCC-2009. The new USS Bob is officially official."

"Uh, USS Bob, sir?" asks Tabriec.

"Starfleet does not officially name their ships until a year from completion, when the crews arrive," says Rob with a wicked grin. "But NX-2009 is a mouthful, so every ship this Berth produces is called Bob until Starfleet tells us otherwise."

"Uh, yes, sir."

"Okay, month two of our build process. You guys have passed your memory checks, and I didn't have to threaten any of you with a phaser," continues Rob. "So I'm happy, which means you guys get to be happy. Now, remember. It doesn't matter what rank you are, it doesn't matter what rank they are. What the safety officers of San Fran Fleet Yards say is law. Don't mess with specialists in their specialty. Everyone clear on that? Good. Now, we will soon have a freighter delivering one hundred thousand ton of moulded microfilament duranium-tritanium structural rods tomorrow. Our first task is to work with the reps from QA to check one in every twenty rods to make sure Site Fab hasn't given us duds, and then the fun stuff begins. Primary Skeletal Assembly. We start with Encompassing Radial Ring One, which is a thick bundle of structural rods that forms the outer 'hoop' of the saucer section. That should take us a week to assemble. From there we start the dorsal basket and eventually lock it into the Berth Armatures System.

"Go get a good night's rest, people, you're going to need it."
 
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Omake - Another Average Orion Cabinet Meeting - Iron wolf
Another Average Orion Cabinet Meeting

President Ventil Oyana stared out the window in her office, watching the sun set, its light filtered through the canyons of the cityscape below her. She turned back to her desk, her face kept carefully neutral as she nodded at the two figures projected on her personal terminal, "This is excellent news."

One of the pair smiled. They were Ambassador to the Federation ch'Xintiv, an Andorian ex-pat that had risen quickly in the ranks of Union - "Thank you, Madam President. It is about as good an outcome as we could have hoped for."

The other person, her Executive Officer of State Horasa Aklin, nodded. "I was surprised at the swiftness and unanimity of the response, in all honesty. The near-destruction of the
Courageous has galvanized the Federation in a way that even the Cardassians weren't able to manage." Aklin's good humor faded somewhat. "However, I am somewhat concerned about the scope of what we're getting into, Ventil. Some of these measures… we consulted, but it feels like they are outright saying we are to take the junior role. And that doesn't play well with several parts of our base."

"We will worry about the consequences to our reelection chances later. For now, any legal cover the Federation might need -- within reason -- is to be directed to Sorkan. I'll make that clear at our cabinet meeting."

Right on time, there was a gentle chime at the door, and then Oyana's Chief of Staff, Shar Ordey, walked quietly into the room, a tablet held in one hand, messenger bag slung over one shoulder. Her outfit of a simple formal jacket and undershirt combined with a purple neckbow was simple, unadorned,
cheap even, yet also looked impeccable. She walked over to Oyana's desk and settled quietly in one of the austere chairs facing it, bypassing entirely the plush sitting area.

On the screen, Aklin checked her bracelet, a comms and general purpose device hidden as an ornate piece of jewelry. "Cabinet meeting? It's not morning on Alukk..."

"Emergency one, given the news. We will need to begin drafting plans," Oyana bowed her head respectfully, "Thank you again for your work. Horasa, I expect to see you soon while while Ojet here continues with the
hard work."

The Orion chuckled, "I look forward to coming home. Is there anything else you need?"

"No. Carry on."

"Earth, out."

The commlink shut down. Almost instantly Ordey was on her feet again, placing her tablet on the desktop before rounding it to stand in front of Oyana. "Who dressed you this morning?" She pulled a broach off Oyana's jacket, opening a drawer in her desk and rifling through for a replacement.

"Xenya. You hired her," Oyana said, bemused, as Ordey held up a broach between her and Oyana, squinted, then reached in and picked out another one.

"Well she has a
shit sense of complementary colors," she said, affixing the replacement to Oyana's lapel, "And she can't tie your neckbow either." She held out her hands and Oyana gave her a nod of permission, the woman's hands immediately untying the knot at her throat.

It was times like this, with Ordey's small but strong hands running through the silky material of the neckbow and then tightening it around her throat that Oyana felt a twinge of unease. By all accounts, those hands had once turned taps to run a bath for Ordey's owner. Then, those same hands opened up a kitchen drawer and withdrew a paring knife, before returning to the bathroom. Then, while Ordey's owner relaxed in the tub, those hands had run that knife from the owner's wrist to their elbow on both arms, purple-red blood draining away into a bath filled with scented oils and salts. The final, gruesome detail was that the distinctive purple streak Ordey put in her hair was in memory of her tipping her long hair into those bloody waters, before she cleaned her hands and walked into the street to join the revolution.

Oyana pushed down that twinge as Ordey finished the bow with a flourish. Like her alleged murdering, Ordey's butlering days were far behind her. Unlike others in her party, who had viewed the peasant revolutionaries like Ordey as dumb pawns to be exploited, Oyana had recognized the keen mind in Ordey and formed a secret alliance back in the early days of the Unified Union . She laughed with the oligarchs of the Free Orion Republic while plotting their downfall with the likes of Ordey and others that were formerly of the Orion People's Collective. Oyana's weapon had been words, not knives, but the results were in their own way, bloody. But here she sat, and her opponents had either fallen in line or faded to obscurity.

Ordey stepped back to admire her handiwork, farming the bow with her hands as Oyana rose. The President shook her head at the antics, "Perhaps you should hire yourself for Xenya's position, if you keep insisting on fixing my outfits."

Ordey rolled her eyes, "She needs to be able to get it right on her own, Ventil," she said, as her tablet gave an annoyed beep and she swept it up, "You're late already to your
emergency Executive meeting, which I imagine is considered rude, even when you're waiting on the President."

The pair exited the presidential office, making their way down the short walk to the secure Executive chamber. It was a vaguely oval-shaped room, the center of which was dominated by a circular table of unadorned basalt. It was a bit more crowded around the table than usual, as this meeting included both the Executive Council and the Security Council's additional five representatives. As Oyana swept into the room, she could hear speculation well under way.

"Personally, I am hoping for the Expansionists," said Vice-President Dawind Byis, "I think they would present a nice middle solution. It won't play well for us if Starfleet and the Hawks throw too many military vessels our way -- and it won't play well either if they attempt the Pacifist diplomacy schtick with the Syndicate."

"I would not count out the Pacifist solution yet," said Sorkan. That was her Executive Officer of Justice, a Vulcan ex-pat who was tireless in his crusade against the Syndicate and Corporations alike, "The Federation may be able to offer the Syndicate something we cannot."

"I think we'd want the Development group in on this," said, perhaps predictably, the People's Advocate for Infrastructure and Housing Kolle Banala, "The Federation leaving us lasting assets would be more valuable to-- Madam President!"

"Good afternoon, everyone," said Oyana. The room rose to greet her. Oyana settled into her seat next to her Vice-President, Dawind Byis, and the rest of the room took their seats. Ordey took the seat next to Oyana's right, producing an additional tablet from her messenger bag and sliding it across the smooth black of the table to rest in front of Oyana. She quickly interfaced it with the terminal embedded in the stone and waved a hand. "Unfortunately, I have to end the fun speculating here. The Federation has already voted. The Expansionists have won out."

Byis nodded with satisfaction as Oyana pressed a few buttons on her terminal and a holographic presentation opened up, showing for anyone who wished to see it in the room the details of the plan: "The Federation has moved quickly. They are authorizing two Centaur-class vessels to the fight--" the class information was highlighted as she spoke "--in addition to Human and Andorian assets with
very generous rules of engagement. And they've passed the Anti-Slavery Act, the text of which some of you might recognize -- Aklin and ch'Xintiv modified it from our own legislation and presented it to the Federation."

There was an audible feeling of relief in the room, "Finally!" said Colonel Leta Rasprow, quietly but urgently. She was a short, burly woman, who had risen to the position of People's Defense Representative through sheer grit, experience, and wading through buckets of blood. Her position oversaw the motley collection of planetary gendarmes and post-revolutionary militias that passed for the paramilitary forces of the Union, and were the frontline in the fight against the Syndicate. Oyana had seen the same pictures they brought back, of the bodies of civilians and officers murdered in cold blood by the Syndicate, everywhere in the Union. Stabbed in back alleys. Gunned down in grocery stores. Strung up in jungle canopies. Shattered at the bottom of cliffs. The elite Reconnoitre Bloc has achieved a few successes against the Syndicate, but not enough. Never enough.

By contrast the one who should have been most excited, Officer of Anti-Piracy Venetta Pol Orsenni, was deadpan. Oyana knew, from painful experience, that meant she was angry and trying to hide it. She was a territorial and stubborn woman, traits that made her a good pirate-hunter but a poor bureaucrat. No doubt she viewed this as Starfleet encroaching on her turf, or a rebuke from the government. Oyana was sure she would come around. If not, she'd send Byis and Ordey in to give her a talking-to.

"To say the least, it is a tremendous day for the Union," Byis said, as Oyana gave Rasprow a tight smile. There was a 'but' attached to the Federation's offer of help she'd reveal later, Byis continued, "We need to immediately mobilize our units to assist Starfleet and keep any appearances of standing by while they enforce their laws in our space. We need it clear from the outset that we are full and willing partners in this. But our space forces are still far from ready." He ran his hands over the table console and the graceful lines of the Embpor Orbital Exploratory Battleship appeared. He tapped the console and the graceful lines disappeared as the outer shell of hull plating -- more a facade, really -- was stripped away, revealing the ugly truth of the ship. It looked like boxes that had been welded together in sequence, each a little wider and longer than the last. Protrusions that looked like a strange, cubist cancer occasionally bulged up from the boxes, those being weapons or sensor pallets designed to interface with the exterior plating. Two ugly, squared nacelles hung awkwardly beneath it all. Byis looked at the Executive Officer of the Space Force, jabbing his finger at the glowing ship hovering between them all. "This? This is unacceptable. You were given this posting a year ago and no progress has been made on an improved design! Can you imagine if we send this out on an expedition with the Federation and it breaks down?"

The Executive of the Space Force bristled. Zhayra Hayet was a proud woman, from a long line of corporate heirs and fleet officers, "Dawind, I have told you a hundred times, there is no easy fix for this. Procurement for a new design falls to Commercial and Procurement, not my office. We've tried refits, we've had industry pour over it, everything we can think of," she shook her head, "And the Embpor class is the least of our concerns. It's one ship. Our ships are simply too unreliable to keep up with Starfleet, aside from the Molhane ships. Industry has analyzed and --"

"Perhaps Industry is the problem," said Ordey, cooly, "They have given us a string of failed designs and failed to improve them. Our best ships are practically
yachts with guns bolted on. Then, they have offered comfort and refuge to the Syndicate while undermining our own efforts to stop them. They have--"

Hayet snorted like a bull about to charge, "I can only work with the tools I am given! And industy's infiltration is not my concern. I oversee the
military, not a pack of white-collar policemen."

Oyana held up a hand, forestalling the inevitable outburst from Rasprow, "Everyone, please. Dawind is right, Zhayra. These designs are not sufficient. Of course, Truth and Prosperity did saddle us with them." Stupid, stupid. They'd presented industry with an impossible list of demands in order to try and outpace the Excelsior, "Valitera has been tasked with a fleet modernization program and finding us a complement or replacement for the Embpor class. It probably won't be ready in time for the current anti-Syndicate campaign, but we might as well push the spending through now."

Executive Officer of Commercial Development and Procurement Valitera Garita smiled pridefully as Oyana acknowledged her. She was leaning back in her chair, one leg crossed, casually bouncing. Garita was probably the single-most divisive personality in the Executive Council. She came from a long line of slaveowners, inheriting her wealth and expanding it ruthlessly as soon as her mother was pushed out of the CEO's chair… and then 400 meters to her death. Her company had built hundreds, thousands of ships of every size, on almost every planet now in Union. To Congress' corporatist wing, she was a maverick, a genius for acquisition. To its radical wing, she was a former slaveowner who'd cried enough crocodile tears to escape punishment; a deeply privileged woman whose sense of ownership extended to practically anything… possibly even the Presidency. Whatever the perception, the facts were these: she was incredibly intelligent, knowledgeable, and well-connected in Orion industrial spheres. "Something
is planned," Garita said, smirking, "I have quite the agenda for my trip to Earth. Unfortunately my chosen contact seems to be quite busy these days. I'm sure some polite words from dear Horasa will convince her overlords to let her out for a chat. Then, we'll get this design sorted out."

That update was actually unnecessary. Oyana knew that Garita liked to make sure others knew quite how busy she was, so Oyana gave her a tiny nod of acknowledgement, "There is one other more painful item for the agenda. We believe that Starfleet will be soon kicking up a storm of Syndicate activity very shortly, all throughout our space. With that in mind… I'm going to exercise presidential privilege tomorrow and suspending the scheduled move to Broken Chains."

There was a stunned silence. Kolle Banala blinked, looking across the table at Executive Officer of Finance, Morde Ye Porchada, who looked as angry as the Exeuctive Officer of Health and Wellness, Muska Jeen. A chorus of angry shouts broke out as the revolutionary branch that Oyana had so carefully courted exploded in outrage, "--an unnecessary break with---!"; "--if we show fear now the Syndicate has already defeated us!"

Oyana saw a dark well of anger in Ordey's eyes as the other woman noticed Garita was enjoying the whole spectacle with an expression of utter delight. Ordey breathed in deeply, eyeing her comrades currently in the process of having a meltdown, "Please, everyone--"

But Ordey was cut off as a series of sharp, metallic cracks echoed through the room. Everyone turned to look at the person opposite Oyana.

The expressionless face of Joletta Cam Ye Sonna Bel, Veteran's Advocate, stared back. And it was truly expressionless, for Bel's face was not a face at all, but a polished ceramic mask, carefully affixed over where her face should be. Ragged, ropy scars ran out from the edges of it, some curling around the baldness of her head. She had slammed her mechanical arm against the table, its ungraceful and jerky movements being suited to such a task. The mask glanced around the room, and then an electronically amplified voice emerged from a glowing box pressed to Bel's throat, "This protest is pointless."

Prochada looked down, "But, Joletta --"

"The Syndicate did this," her arm jerked up and down, "Did this to me while I was on a battleship. You are no more safe on a governmental transport than an Embpor," She gestured with her good hand at the still-visible schematic, "Or maybe on one of those toys Starfleet calls an escort," pointing now at the Centaurs.

The room was silent. Bel's official title was Veteran's Advocate, but her unofficial role was something of an Executive of Defense. She had fought pirates and the syndicate almost all her life, a calling befitting the 4th daughter of a hypercorp clan. Her cool-headed evaluation of combat scenarios and a keen strategic mind had made her the terror of rival hypercorporations. Until one day, she crossed a line, and attacked a shipyard that had been supplying the Syndicate with 'clean' ships for hiding among civilians. The results of the retaliation were clear. In the aftermath she'd left her megacorp behind, joining up with units on Broken Chains. She had cachet with the corporatists and the revolutionaries, at the end of it all. And her long combat experience and sacrifice gave her instant respect.

Since she'd taken up her current position, Congress had offered to replace her mechanical parts with something more advanced, and to begin reconstructive surgery on her face. She had brushed it off, saying that until the entirety of the Union could have access to such care for free, she would not change. It was impressive -- and a little unnerving to Oyana. Either Bel truly, strongly believed that, or when she had woken up in that hospital bed, an arm and a leg gone, her beauty marred, she had realized the enormous political benefit that could be spun and lived her life accordingly since. The latter possibility was almost too terrifying to consider.

"The move is scheduled before Starfleet implements the plans. That will mean the Syndicate has warning. That is when they are most dangerous. Hundreds of our politicians held hostage would be a powerful tool," her head rotated from side-to-side, shadows deepening on the mask as it moved, "We cannot proceed with the move. Symbol or not."

Silence settled over the room. Oyana breathed a sigh of relief, "Clearly, from the reaction of this room, our delay will not be a popular sell to Congress -- although Truth and Prosperity might actually back us on it after they finish haranguing us about Federation intervention." She rose, and the rest of the table did so. Bel started to struggle to her feet but Oyana motioned her down with a gesture of her hand. "Thank you for attending. I wanted you to be informed about our plan and the Federation's before we meet Congress and the Council of Ministers tomorrow. There's a large probability much of what we've discussed today will have broken on the Federation news wire, so it'll keep you from being ambushed in the media scrum." She smiled a bittersweet smile, reminded of her first time faced with a free press and no corporate bodyguards. "I will need the National Security Board to remain. Everyone else, go home."

The room chuckled. Everyone on the Executive Council lived in the Presidential Tower unless they had dispensation otherwise. The rest of her executive filed out, leaving just herself, Ordey, Byis, and the Executive Officers of the Space Force, Planetary Force, Energy, Justice, and of course the Veteran's Advocate. Joining them was the top members of the military establishment. Delanna Cachat, her Chief Intelligence Officer, was looking at Oyana with a tight, suspicious expression. Somehow, she had already sensed that Oyana was about to deliver upsetting news. By comparison, her Chief Army Officer, Coranna Ellio, was relaxed, guileless. She had already made a successful plea to the Constitution some months prior while in cabinet that her troops should not be used in anti-Syndicate operations, that being the responsibility of the People's Defense Office. Oyana and Ordey had argued for hours afterwards if she had done so out of a genuine love for laws, out of concern for her own troops… or because she was a Syndicate plant herself. Tooph Ye Holena, her Chief Admiralty Officer, had something of the opposite problem. She reminded Oyana of herself, half-a-century younger, full of arrogance and an unshakeable belief in the ability of her Navy. Oyana suspected Holena and Starfleet would get along surprisingly well, if they kept the conversation to emphasizing how inferior the Syndicate was to them.

"There's no easy way to put this," Oyana began. Byis looked at her, his eyes asking if he should deliver the bad news and take the brunt of the anger. She shook her head. "We've agreed to let Starfleet Intelligence agents from their Syndicate desk come and have a close examination of our operations. They're here to… how did they word it, Shar?"

Ordey tapped her tablet and cleared her throat. She adopted a slightly imperious tone, "...and CONCERNED with the reliability of the Union armed forces, the Federation Council, in agreement with the Union Government, will instruct Starfleet to dispatch assets and individuals to the Union to assess the state of security there. There they are AUTHORIZED to conduct investigations into officers and leadership of the Space Forces, Planetary Forces, the Intelligence Corps, the People's Defense Units, and the anti-piracy units. They will be AUTHORIZED to detain, with approval of the Union president and Starfleet Intelligence, any officers they suspect of having Syndicate connections, and bring them to the Federation for further debrief and detention until their innocence can be determined by an Orion court of law. FURTHER, by authorization of the Union President, these investigations can be conducted on civilian government offices." Ordey set the tablet down on the desk, its small impact echoing through the now-silent room.

Cachat was the first to speak, her whole body language tightly controlled, "So it's a purge then."

Oyana nodded, slowly. "They are attempting not to
say that exact word, but yes."

"And we will only have you to keep an eye on these investigators, hm?"

"Listen," Rasprow interjected, "Drastic action is needed! Do you know how many of my women are dying out there-- your agents are dying out there too, for Goddess' sake, Cachat!"

"Says the one who has already survived her own purges," Holena added, darkly.

Oyana could see Rasprow swallow a retort. Orsenni looked even angrier than before, possibly the only thing keeping her from storming out being Bel's robotic hand on her shoulder.

Oyana clasped her hands in front of her. Under the table, her foot was bouncing up and down. She took a moment to consider her words. "The measures seem draconian. But the Federation is out for blood. And we
do need radical action to bring these possible infiltrators to--"

Ellio stood abruptly. "I will have no part, then. Consider this my resignation." She ripped off her badge of office and threw it on the table, followed by the formal-cut uniform jacket. She stalked out of the room.

Ordey tapped at her tablet. "I have already found her replacement. Would anyone else like to leave?"

No one moved. Oyana continued, "-- to justice. They have weakened us for too long. And we know the one thing they fear is being sent to the Federation -- because it means they cannot bribe or shoot their way out. I have powers in the legislation to appoint my powers as I see fit, and I plan to form an internal council to supervise the process."

"I'm nominating myself for a seat," Cachat growled.

"I was just about to appoint you to it," she looked around at the assembled officers, "The two Intelligence officers, Agents Pascal and Moura, arrive in a week. This is moving forward. And so is our great Union."


***
A grey dawn bloomed over the capital, bringing with it a drizzle of rain. Oyana frowned in spite of herself - rain, for the longest time in her life, was something weather control kept to the poorer districts. But, as Banala had noted, it cut down on costs for watering the extensive park system that was the pride of the capital, and helped clean the buildings and streets, saving money on cleaners. Well, 'saving' money if they paid them, unlike the slaves who had previously scrubbed every surface clean when a superior wasn't in sight.

A plainsclothes member of the Reccointre Bloc unfurled an umbrella, holding it over her as she stepped through the plate-glass doors of the Presidential Tower, down the marble steps to the hovercade waiting for her below. She could see Ordey was already waiting by the hoverlimo's door, tablet in hand, omnipresent messenger bag slung over her shoulder By now, news has assuredly broke about the Federation's anti-Syndicate operations, and the Union's complicity in them. The presence of a Reconnoitre Bloc officer signalled how worried Rasprow was about security.

Oyana smiled at the gathered crowd, waving an arm high -- but not too high, lest she knock the umbrella. A gaggle of schoolchildren were just behind a security barrier. Oyana couldn't help but break into a grin when she saw what one of them was holding -- a basket of flowers, Mondasian lillies. Her favorite. The little boy holding them had done his research. She diverted over to him, her Reconnoitre Bloc escort rushing after her.

She knelt down in front of him, the bars of the security barrier separating them, she smiled up at the teacher, "Class trip to see politics in action?" She could tell by his clothes he was from one of the more expensive private schools in the region.

The teacher nodded, "I--uh --Yes, Madam President Oyana Ma'am! I always try to maximize the benefits of living in the capital. Something to make up for all the traffic, ha!"

"Well this young man here has put a lot of research into this gift," she said, smiling at the boy, struck dumb, still holding out the basket.

"Madam President…" the Reconnoitre Bloc said, scanning the rooftops… and also eyeing the basket suspiciously.

"Right, of course," Oyana said, rising, "Scan the basket for explosives. It would be a shame to squander this gift from such a dedicated young citizen."

The guard sighed and pulled out a tricorder, running the hand-scanner over the basket carefully. After a moment, he signalled to another officer manning the security barrier. A forcefield crackled out of existence temporarily, and Oyana leaned over to grasp the basket.

As she did so, several details suddenly came into sharp, jolting focus. She noticed the teacher looked confused, looking at the boy she was leaning forwards with a puzzled, vacant expression. She noticed that his uniform was dirty -- far too dirty for the school to have allowed him to leave on a trip to see the President.

She noticed the hint of a scar, emerging from underneath his collar.

She backed away, dropping the basket, when something -- or someone -- hit her hard from the side. She was thrown to ground, her head cracking on the pristine marble tiles, a dull ache roaring in time with the sudden wall of air and heat that battered her. She couldn't hear anything, could only feel a sensation of stabbing agony climbing up her arm, the weight of whatever had collided with her sliding off her from the force. She rolled once, coming to a stop. Rain pounded on her eyelids. She rolled her head to the side and saw Ordey, sprawled beside her. The woman's eyes were open, unfocused. Her hand was gone, purple blood spurting onto the marble. Oyana's world tilted, screaming coming from somewhere -- her head? The crowd? Herself? -- as she crawled towards Ordey on all fours. She ripped the neckbow from her neck, wrapped it tightly around Ordey's upper arm. No time for pretty knots now, she thought wildly, as she avoided looking down at what remained of the rest of Ordey, or the crowd. She reached out to feel for a pulse, anything, but strong hands grabbed her, dragged her away. She struggled, digging her nails into the arm but was helpless as she was carried away, her eyes locked on Ordey's sprawled form, as two armored Reconnoitre Bloc ran up and picked her up, carrying her into the vehicle. Oyana went limp. The presidential hoverlimo had its own ensuite medial system. It was probably the best place for her now. Assuming she was alive. That was the thought she was left with as the door slid shut, and the limo sped off. There was a crack of disruptor fire and one of her personal security detail crumbled, half his body converted to glowing green. She didn't have time to see how Reconnaitre Bloc would respond before she was inside the tower, the plated doors heavily polarized.

Oyana took a moment to breathe, gasping on the floor. She could hear footsteps approaching, and she struggled to her feet, attempting to look presidential. But how could she? She had no neckbow. Amateurish. Ordey would --

"President Oyana! Thank the Goddess," Cachat was coming into focus in Oyana's hazy view, "Ma'am, I'm--"

There was a crash of ceramic and glass as a jewelled end table was shoved aside, an ancient Orion pot shattering on the floor. Oyana found herself holding the Intelligence Officer by her lapels against the wall, face-to-face with the woman. She was terrified, trying to pry the president's grip off her. It was futile -- Oyana had been given the best genefixing money could buy, and by comparison Cachat's were dirtbait.

"Find who did this," she hissed, "And bring them to me. Federation be damned."

Cachat nodded quickly, and Oyana dropped her. She turned away from her intelligence officer to look at the rest of the stunned faces in the lobby.

"I need a doctor," she said, and fainted.
 
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He holds up the sheet of card. "Building a ship is like a longer, messier, more painful version of pregnancy. And this sheet is your positive test."

That's uh quite the analogy.

He ran his hands over the table console and the graceful lines of the Embpor Orbital Exploratory Battleship appeared. He tapped the console and the graceful lines disappeared as the outer shell of hull plating -- more a facade, really -- was stripped away, revealing the ugly truth of the ship. It looked like boxes that had been welded together in sequence, each a little wider and longer than the last. Protrusions that looked like a strange, cubist cancer occasionally bulged up from the boxes, those being weapons or sensor pallets designed to interface with the exterior plating. Two ugly, squared nacelles hung awkwardly beneath it all. Byis looked at the Executive Officer of the Space Force, jabbing his finger at the glowing ship hovering between them all. "This? This is unacceptable. You were given this posting a year ago and no progress has been made on an improved design! Can you imagine if we send this out on an expedition with the Federation and it breaks down?"

The Executive of the Space Force bristled. Zhayra Hayet was a proud woman, from a long line of corporate heirs and fleet officers, "Dawind, I have told you a hundred times, there is no easy fix for this. Procurement for a new design falls to Commercial and Procurement, not my office. We've tried refits, we've had industry pour over it, everything we can think of," she shook her head, "And the Embpor class is the least of our concerns. It's one ship. Our ships are simply too unreliable to keep up with Starfleet, aside from the Molhane ships. Industry has analyzed and --"

"Perhaps Industry is the problem," said Ordey, cooly, "They have given us a string of failed designs and failed to improve them. Our best ships are practically yachts with guns bolted on. Then, they have offered comfort and refuge to the Syndicate while undermining our own efforts to stop them. They have--"

Hayet snorted like a bull about to charge, "I can only work with the tools I am given! And industy's infiltration is not my concern. I oversee the military, not a pack of white-collar policemen."

Oyana held up a hand, forestalling the inevitable outburst from Rasprow, "Everyone, please. Dawind is right, Zhayra. These designs are not sufficient. Of course, Truth and Prosperity did saddle us with them." Stupid, stupid. They'd presented industry with an impossible list of demands in order to try and outpace the Excelsior, "Valitera has been tasked with a fleet modernization program and finding us a complement or replacement for the Embpor class. It probably won't be ready in time for the current anti-Syndicate campaign, but we might as well push the spending through now."

Hah, that's a reference to the Orion designs here, right?

Overall, a well-written look into the challenges that the Orion Union faces in the coming years.
 
Quite impressive, @Iron Wolf.

As a favor, could I ask that you put out a list of dramatis personae from that post? I kind of lost track of who was who while you were introducing the entire Orion cabinet.
 
Hah, that's a reference to the Orion designs here, right?
You betcha. The Empbor explorer is a personal favorite of mine!

I actually came up with a visual aide in case my description of the class was difficult to follow. Excuse my crossover-ing, but it's evocative of what I imagine the exterior of the Embpor (or many Orion ships) would be like.

Basically the outer shell is probably mostly a facade, maybe serving a function as armor. Mostly though it's to fulfill the design requirement #realshipshavecurves.

Quite impressive, @Iron Wolf.

As a favor, could I ask that you put out a list of dramatis personae from that post? I kind of lost track of who was who while you were introducing the entire Orion cabinet.
Thanks! I actually had a, hm, proprietary list of dramatis personae because I was having trouble keeping track :V

Names in blue denote a male character, otherwise assume female.

Executive Council
President:
Ventil Oyana
Vice-President: Dawind Byis
Chief of Staff: Shar Ordey
Executive Officer of State: Horasa Aklin
Executive Officer of Finance: Morde Ye Porchada
Executive Officer of Justice: Sorkan
People's Advocate for Labour: Dram Halluk
Executive Officer of the Space Force: Zhayra Hayet
Executive Officer of the Planetary Force: Indir Tao [somehow they avoided being named in the story lol]
Executive Officer of Commercial Development and Procurement: Valitera Garita
Executive Officer of Planetary Development: UNNAMED
Executive Officer of Health and Wellness: Muska Jeen
People's Advocate for Infrastructure and Development: Kolle Banala
Executive Officer of Energy: UNNAMED
People's Advocate for Education: UNNAMED MALE
Veteran's Advocate: Joletta Cam Ye Sonna Bel
Ambassador to the United Federation of Planets: Ojet ch'Xintiv

National Security Board
President
Vice President
EOState
EOEnergy
EOSpace Force
EOPlanetary Force

Chief Intelligence Officer: Delnna Cachat
Chief Army Officer Coranna Ellio
Chief Admiralty Officer: Tooph Ye Holena
People's Defense Representative: Leta Rasprow
Officer of Anti-Piracy: Venetta Pol Orsenni

By invitation:
Chief of Staff
Veteran's Advocate
EOJustice

EDIT: some of that information may be out-of-date because I was juggling characters and position names around. If there's contradictions assume what's in the story is 'correct'.
 
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[] 2 Explorers, 2 Connie-Bs, Snakepit
Start 2 Excelsiors in Q1 in SF Berth and 40 Eridani Berth
Start 2 Constitution-Bs in Q1 in 40 Eridani Berths
Request Excelsior's worth of resources in Snakepit

So I was playing around with the spreadsheet. From what I can tell, this option doesn't work. One of the Constitution-Bs needs to be delayed to Q2 or else there's a one quarter 75sr deficit.

Also, we can gamble on a 5sr deficit (depends on Captain's Log rewards and no repair costs) in 2310Q2 if we scheduled another Constitution-B in Q2. So a risky version of this is:

[] 2 Explorers, 3 Connie-Bs, Snakepit
Start 2 Excelsiors in Q1 in SF berth and 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q1 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 2 Constitution-Bs in Q2 in 40 Eridani berth and UP berth
Request Excelsior's worth of resources in Snakepit[/QUOTE]

The only advantage of this option is that it gives room for one refit before Renaissance wave without any delay.

I don't suppose there's way to make conditional orders? Something like:

[] 2 Explorers, 2-3 Connie-Bs, Snakepit
Start 2 Excelsiors in Q1 in SF berth and 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q1 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q2 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q2 in UP berth if there's currently at least 100sr available in Q2
Request Excelsior's worth of resources in Snakepit[/QUOTE]

Writing off your thirty-year mortgage half way through as a "sunk cost" is not an efficient course of action, because you spend most of the money in the first fifteen years paying off interest... But in the next fifteen you're paying off principal and gaining equity ownership interest in your own home. So quitting half way through means you just spent half the money for much less than half the reward.

Writing off a moon rocket project half way through its development cycle as a "sunk cost" means you may not have to pay for an overpriced moon rocket- but the catch is that you don't actually get a moon rocket for your trouble.

Writing off a college degree as a "sunk cost" two or three years in means you just wasted two or three years of your life, and will get no reward for any of your work, as opposed to the considerable rewards that might attach if you doubled down and kept working at it.

There are good reasons why sunk cost fallacies can be okay, and you've already stated them before (basically psychology), but you're conflating them with the raw rational economic implications with these examples.

The problem with them is that they're incomplete - fully open to what-ifs. The whole point of the sunk cost fallacy is that a) there are scarce resources (typically time and money), and b) there's an opportunity cost for those scarce resources.

To give some crazy counter-examples:
30 yr mortgage: if there was an awesome deal for a better house and I can't afford to both keep both my current mortgaged house while buying the better one, I may be inclined to sell my current house to mortgage the better house
Moon rocket: if the current design is so incredibly inefficient that a newer design would actually be finished more quickly and at lower cost, I would favor the new design
College degree: if there's an economic recession and the degree I'm working towards is now suddenly worthless, you'd bet your ass I'd be inclined to switch degrees (assuming I'm aiming to get a job out of it)

I'm not saying any of these are realistic. But addressing sunk cost fallacies requires dealing with the exact circumstances surrounding it, and an economic decision among alternatives, AND separately considering the psychological implications of cancelling a project with sunk costs. (Though technically, it's theoretically possible to put a price on those psychological implications - analysts do something like this all the time with market research.)

Now, in the context of the Connie-B, there's currently no good alternatives to building at least 6 Connie-Bs (pessimistically) or 8-10 Connie-Bs (more likely). But what if we suddenly got some admiral that could cut down the Renaissance prototype time to half (like Patricia Chen with explorers) so that it finishes just before 2312Q1. I would totally be willing to cancel some Connie-Bs and save up for a Renaissance construction surge in 2312. (Though a Renaissance this early would seriously mess up with our careful crew balancing.)

The reason "sunk cost" reasoning is so commonly used is precisely because it is successful reasoning, in a Darwinian sense, much of the time. People who are persistent and carry out their own plans, even in the face of modest adversity and inconvenience, tend to be more successful than ditherers who constantly abandon plans that have only been partially implemented.

Well, sunk cost reasoning, aka escalation of commitment, isn't the only justification for staying the course. Lots of it is simply risk aversion - status quo may be suboptimal, but it could be worse when risking a change. It's a pretty optimal general strategy, but can be trumped by detailed analysis, or more commonly, peer pressure.
 
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So I was playing around with the spreadsheet. From what I can tell, this option doesn't work. One of the Constitution-Bs needs to be delayed to Q2 or else there's a one quarter 75sr deficit.

We have been told that a deficit during the year is acceptable as long as it all totals up at the end of the year.

Also, we can gamble on a 5sr deficit (depends on Captain's Log rewards and no repair costs) in 2310Q2 if we scheduled another Constitution-B in Q2. So a risky version of this is:

[] 2 Explorers, 3 Connie-Bs, Snakepit
Start 2 Excelsiors in Q1 in SF berth and 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q1 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 2 Constitution-Bs in Q2 in 40 Eridani berth and UP berth
Request Excelsior's worth of resources in Snakepit

We could, but I would not advise doing so. You never know when a huge repair cost will hit, and some safety margin is desirable.

[] 2 Explorers, 2-3 Connie-Bs, Snakepit
Start 2 Excelsiors in Q1 in SF berth and 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q1 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q2 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q2 in UP berth if there's currently at least 100sr available in Q2
Request Excelsior's worth of resources in Snakepit

You could do that, but I see very little odds of getting that much excess SR from Captain's Logs.
 
I've been playing around some more with that spreadsheet, trying to figure out a way to avoid that officer and eventually enlisted crunch 6 years from now. We're now heavily imbalanced towards techs after 4 years, to the point that it's almost impossible to run out of techs before officers or enlisted unless we're just building Oberths.

We can't rely on the academy steering committee, because the next one happens 4 years from now, and we can only shift 1 tech crew over to officers and/or enlisted. I've tried estimating inclusion of 3 more 300+ affiliates (0.1 for smaller ones, 0.2 for larger ones) and 2 more academy expansions over the next 4 years. I'm also taking into account that crew losses are approximate and perhaps pessimistic - still want a small reserve just in case.

After all that, we still have to mothball all the Mirandas to break even if we want to maximize our existing berths - I'm assuming a mix of 5 Excelsiors, 2 EC Excelsiors, 7 Renaissances, 3 Centaur-Bs/Oberths (we'll probably need a few more berths for reserve).

Resources fortunately don't look to be an issue with more 300+ affiliates, SR colonies, SR tech research, and emergency cost infusion snakepit options.


...tweaking some more, I did get it to somehow fit with the following at a time: 4 Excelsiors + 2 EC Excelsiors + 6 Renaissance (2 delayed) + 1 Centaur-A/Oberth + 3 refits (no crew cost) AND no Miranda mothballing. That buys about 3 more years to increase crew income further, and maybe we'll have another refit option by then.


I'm really hoping we get options for building officer academies and enlisted academies (like science academies but for officers or enlisted) at the next snakepits.

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You could do that, but I see very little odds of getting that much excess SR from Captain's Logs.

That 100sr is actually a bit misleading - only need 25sr collected over events beyond the 75sr reserve. Hmm, doesn't actually have to be in a single quarter either - could delay as necessary.

So maybe it should be:

[] 2 Explorers, 2-3 Connie-Bs, Snakepit
Start 2 Excelsiors in Q1 in SF berth and 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q1 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q2 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in UP berth if and as soon as there's at least 100sr available
Request Excelsior's worth of resources in Snakepit
 
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So I was playing around with the spreadsheet. From what I can tell, this option doesn't work. One of the Constitution-Bs needs to be delayed to Q2 or else there's a one quarter 75sr deficit.

Also, we can gamble on a 5sr deficit (depends on Captain's Log rewards and no repair costs) in 2310Q2 if we scheduled another Constitution-B in Q2. So a risky version of this is:
I'm opposed to gambling on a deficit. So is Briefvoice. Part of the point here is to maintain at least a minimal reserve capacity for repairs and emergencies, because while having more cruisers is important it's not that important.

That goes double with some of our ships actively pursuing the Syndicate, and with the Sydraxians having been eating their Wheaties lately. The odds of one or more of our ships ending up in the hospital some time this year are actually rather high, probably higher than normal- and in a normal year the odds are at least 50/50.

I don't suppose there's way to make conditional orders? Something like:

[] 2 Explorers, 2-3 Connie-Bs, Snakepit
Start 2 Excelsiors in Q1 in SF berth and 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q1 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q2 in 40 Eridani berth
Start 1 Constitution-B in Q2 in UP berth if there's currently at least 100sr available in Q2
Request Excelsior's worth of resources in Snakepit
Sounds nice. @OneirosTheWriter, is that a thing that we could do?

There are good reasons why sunk cost fallacies can be okay, and you've already stated them before (basically psychology), but you're conflating them with the raw rational economic implications with these examples.
The thing is, the psychology and the raw rational economics are tied together, because they both relate to the real underlying issue I'm talking about- decision-making.

Decision-making strategies that are seemingly illogical, but which consistently lead to good results, are not wrong. They may not even be illogical. There is often an underlying higher-order logic at work. The higher logic may have to do with psychology or it may not- it varies.

Sticking to a long-term plan even in the face of sticker shock and setbacks is one of those things that pays off. It's not a rule to follow all the time, but it's a rule that works quite a lot more often than not. And it is even more reliable when coupled with a bit of judgment and basic common sense.

The problem with [the scenarios Simon cited] is that they're incomplete - fully open to what-ifs. The whole point of the sunk cost fallacy is that a) there are scarce resources (typically time and money), and b) there's an opportunity cost for those scarce resources.

To give some crazy counter-examples:
30 yr mortgage: if there was an awesome deal for a better house and I can't afford to both keep both my current mortgaged house while buying the better one, I may be inclined to sell my current house to mortgage the better house
Moon rocket: if the current design is so incredibly inefficient that a newer design would actually be finished more quickly and at lower cost, I would favor the new design
College degree: if there's an economic recession and the degree I'm working towards is now suddenly worthless, you'd bet your ass I'd be inclined to switch degrees (assuming I'm aiming to get a job out of it)
See, the thing is, all those counter-examples ARE crazy, in that they are unlikely to occur. They're all remotely plausible, but you are unlikely to see situations where:

1) The better house is so much better and cheaper that it's worth writing off the sunk costs in your current home, and accepting that you won't fully own your new home for thirty years instead of fifteen for the old one.

2) The current moon rocket is so lousy that it is obviously going to be faster and cheaper to design a new rocket from scratch. As opposed to basing this on over-optimistic estimates of how little the new one will cost compared to realistic (fact-based) estimates of how much the old one cost. I could go into more detail and provide considerable evidence for this in my opinion, but it would veer into the politics of the past fifteen years in the United States.

3) The economic rewards of seeking and hopefully finding work for two years (in a recession) exceed the expected lifetime value of a bachelor's degree. Or even the expected lifetime value of the bachelor's degree for the few years before I could get around to finishing my degree "whenever."

Basically, while dismissing sunk-cost reasoning as a fallacy works very well when resources are nigh-infinite and logistics is not being kept track of, it works much less well when resources are scarce and logistics is critical.

There will always be exceptions, times when it is best to write off a sunk cost, usually when the entire plan was a bad idea in the first place, or when something totally unforeseen happens that renders a good plan irrelevant.

However, the existence of exceptional cases that make reasoning in a certain way incorrect does not mean that this category of reasoning is fallacious.

I'm not saying any of these are realistic. But addressing sunk cost fallacies requires dealing with the exact circumstances surrounding it, and an economic decision among alternatives, AND separately considering the psychological implications of cancelling a project with sunk costs. (Though technically, it's theoretically possible to put a price on those psychological implications - analysts do something like this all the time with market research.)
Which I did. My argument is that no good alternatives exist, we need the Constitution-Bs badly, AND that it is bad policy to abandon our up-front investment at a critical moment when we were planning to capitalize on it by adding a little more investment now- and then no more.

Every case where one is dealing with sunk costs has to be addressed on its own merits. And most cases with realistic sunk costs, when addressed on their merits, point to the conclusion that you should not abandon your initial investment, UNLESS:

1) You have strong reason to think your original plan was a bad one because the odds were against you all along (e.g. gambling)
2) Your initial investment did not in any way actually increase your likelihood of a future payoff (e.g. gambling)
3) The rules just changed so drastically that there is an easy way to win far more than you had once expected (your lucky day).
4) The rules just changed so drastically that you are in far more danger of losing a great deal than you expected (e.g. it's time to completely abandon your home and business and flee the country because a massive civil war just broke out)

Here, the rules haven't changed, there is no reason to think our original plan is a failure, and the initial investment did in fact make the payoff we anticipate starting in 2312 possible.

...

Basically, the real role of the sunk cost fallacy is as a way of deterring people from pouring resources uselessly down a hole or becoming addicted to gambling. When you try to apply it to the middle stages of a rational long range plan, the best that can happen is that you throw a monkey wrench into the works.

Now, in the context of the Connie-B, there's currently no good alternatives to building at least 6 Connie-Bs (pessimistically) or 8-10 Connie-Bs (more likely). But what if we suddenly got some admiral that could cut down the Renaissance prototype time to half (like Patricia Chen with explorers) so that it finishes just before 2312Q1. I would totally be willing to cancel some Connie-Bs and save up for a Renaissance construction surge in 2312. (Though a Renaissance this early would seriously mess up with our careful crew balancing.)
Not in a bad way, since it would cost more redshirts (of which we have many) and fewer blueshirts (of which we have few). It'd be awkward in the context of our just having reconfigured the Academy to provide a boost to our supply of techs over the next four years, which we anticipated needing to crew ConnieBees, but we would manage.

Thing is... that's not going to actually happen. The rules haven't changed that dramatically; all that is happening is sticker shock.

Well, sunk cost reasoning, aka escalation of commitment, isn't the only justification for staying the course. Lots of it is simply risk aversion - status quo may be suboptimal, but it could be worse when risking a change. It's a pretty optimal general strategy, but can be trumped by detailed analysis, or more commonly, peer pressure.
EXACTLY. Which is why I am advocating for escalation of commitment, in the face of what I perceive to be peer pressure. People see the "we're spending 20pp on getting more ships" and have sticker shock. This creates pressure to economize, but that isn't actually based on recalculating the reasons why we originally committed to building ConnieBees. Those reasons still exists, and those needs will not be satisfied until 2020 or later even if we are able to build Renaissance-class cruisers in large numbers.
 
I've been playing around some more with that spreadsheet, trying to figure out a way to avoid that officer and eventually enlisted crunch 6 years from now. We're now heavily imbalanced towards techs after 4 years, to the point that it's almost impossible to run out of techs before officers or enlisted unless we're just building Oberths.
You are over-dramatizing. We have a higher share of tech recruitment than our usual building demands, but that's in part so we can make proper use of our previous excess of enlisted and in part because we are currently in an unusual situation. Normally we'd be trying to build more science escorts than we are currently doing, but we are in a dire need of cruisers that can stand up to their Cardassian counterparts and need to ramp up defence score. Also with the way the spreadsheet currently works all custom escorts will have high tech, low officer and mid-to-low enlisted demands, even if they are not particularly science oriented. Our current recruitment balance is pretty close to what I see as the 2320s normal balance (after our current modern light cruiser shortage is resolved) of 1:1:1:1 (non-EC) Ambassador:Renaissance:science escort:general purpose/diplomatic escort, which looks like a pretty good default fleet for new sectors to me. As for getting though the late 2310s first, remember that in addition to the 2 steerings we will probably also replace the Academy director (who currently supplies 0.5 techs) and all affiliates except the Gaeni and Caldonians should shift the current balance away from techs. It might very well be that we need to shift towards techs again in the 2321 steering.
 
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I moved towards the 1 Excelsior 4 Connie-B plan for a reason.

Now, I am adamantly committed on having the minimum possible number of cruiser scale berths tied up on other things the quarter the rennie project ends, because I really, really want to see the OHSHIT look on the Cardies face when we mass deploy them.
 
I moved towards the 1 Excelsior 4 Connie-B plan for a reason.

Now, I am adamantly committed on having the minimum possible number of cruiser scale berths tied up on other things the quarter the rennie project ends, because I really, really want to see the OHSHIT look on the Cardies face when we mass deploy them.

That's why I've been recommending we do a big round of refits to fill out 1 year berth slots, finishing just as the Renaissance prototype does and opening up all those berths for Rennies.
 
With us apparently running out of resources and crew to keep up with our building spree wouldn't the logical course of action be refits to use up shipbuilding time?
 
We should get the Miranda refit this coming snake pit, there is a chance Way of the Giant discounts the Constellation refit so it makes more sense to delay that.
 
The Miracle of (Starship) Birth

2306.Q1

A month later the whole production officer corps of Berth A is gathered together in the board room. Schematics, cut-aways, and other views of Excelsiors surround them all, together with enormous sheets of paper, datapads and even the odd industrial tool. Captain Rob is up at the front of the board room, another sheet of paper in his hands. "Alright, looks like we're on. Starfleet Build Order NCC-2009. The new USS Bob is officially official."

Build order NCC-2009, eh? So this is the ship we voted in 2309 to call the USS Salnas. Looks like we're going to see the full life cycle of the Salnas's construction, from notification of build order to final launch (assuming no disasters befall the Federation or San Francisco Fleet Yards in particular in that last quarter).

I note that "Bob" like "Rob" is a shortening of "Robert", meaning that Captain Henderson names every ship after himself until it's officially named!
 
Build order NCC-2009, eh? So this is the ship we voted in 2309 to call the USS Salnas. Looks like we're going to see the full life cycle of the Salnas's construction, from notification of build order to final launch (assuming no disasters befall the Federation or San Francisco Fleet Yards in particular in that last quarter).

I note that "Bob" like "Rob" is a shortening of "Robert", meaning that Captain Henderson names every ship after himself until it's officially named!
Doctor Evil had his Mini-Me.

Captain Henderson has his Maxi-Me.
 
There will always be exceptions, times when it is best to write off a sunk cost, usually when the entire plan was a bad idea in the first place, or when something totally unforeseen happens that renders a good plan irrelevant.

However, the existence of exceptional cases that make reasoning in a certain way incorrect does not mean that this category of reasoning is fallacious.

You're putting down a whole lot of words on stuff we mostly agree on. My reply's main point was that your examples aren't helping your argument, or at least was muddling it, and that you should've just omitted them. Or make it really clear in your examples that there are somehow no other alternatives then the binary decision of continuing a plan or not.

To be very brief: Sunk cost reasoning relies on not having better alternatives for your scarce resources plus psychological factors. The latter includes the problem you mention of constantly cancelling projects starting to become a pattern (and maybe also includes the general feeling that you've made the right decision originally). It's all part of this economic profit/cost equation: profit/cost of continuing current course of action, including psychological "costs" (like your "sticker shock") vs profit/cost of new course of action, including switching costs and psychological "costs" (or hell, even "profits" if you're doing something like quitting smoking). Every situation is specific, and if we have the opportunity to deeply analyze a situation, we don't need to rely on generalizations about sunk costs like you're making. Or put another way, if there turns out to be an alternative, I'll consider that alternative's merits instead of automatically generalizing that I should stick with the current plan.

Suppose we can start mass producing the Renaissance by 2312. Suppose we know right now that it's possible. Does that swing the profit/cost equation enough in your decision making to reduce the mass Connie-B plan in favor of making Renaissances? Remember, this is a supposition, a what-if, where if it isn't actually possible, well then so be it.

Now, I'm pretty sure you're talking about the decision between whether to Excelsior cost infusion snakepit option or not, which in turn determines how many Connie-Bs we're planning to construct. The "original" plan was about 8-10 total Connie-Bs that we justified earlier, and without taking this snakepit option, we'll be down to about 6-8 total Connie-Bs. Which is what I think you were trying to get at with your examples in a roundabout way. That we should continue the "original" plan despite the extra costs vs the alternative of getting less yet saving costs.

Personally, I'm avoiding the whole sunk cost argument mess, and instead just reasoning that we need more Connie-Bs ASAP, and that if we take that snakepit option, we won't need take it again until 2314 at the earliest because of the filled berths.

You are over-dramatizing. We have a higher share of tech recruitment than our usual building demands, but that's in part so we can make proper use of our previous excess of enlisted and in part because we are currently in an unusual situation. Normally we'd be trying to build more science escorts than we are currently doing, but we are in a dire need of cruisers that can stand up to their Cardassian counterparts and need to ramp up defence score. Also with the way the spreadsheet currently works all custom escorts will have high tech, low officer and mid-to-low enlisted demands, even if they are not particularly science oriented. Our current recruitment balance is pretty close to what I see as the 2320's normal balance (after our current modern light cruiser shortage is resolved) of 1:1:1:1 (non-EC) Ambassador:Renaissance:science escort:general purpose/diplomatic escort, which looks like a pretty good default fleet for new sectors to me. As for getting though the late 2310's first, remember that in addition to the 2 steerings we will probably also replace the Academy director (who currently supplies 0.5 techs) and all affiliates except the Gaeni and Caldonians should shift the current balance away from techs. It might very well be that we need to shift towards techs again in the 2321 steering.

I'm mostly concerned with meeting our production goals for mid-late 2310s, ideally without mothballing too many ships. The types of ships we'll be producing will likely change in the 2320s, where a 1:1:1 balance makes more sense - I'm not as worried about that. I have doubts that the new 300+ affiliates will net us even 1/1/1 by 2314 or so, but I do hope there are other options to increase crew income. Or else, we'll default to reducing ship production.

We should get the Miranda refit this coming snake pit, there is a chance Way of the Giant discounts the Constellation refit so it makes more sense to delay that.

Oh that's a good point. Though getting both refits does imply that we don't want to mothball any of them. Which implies that we're willing to cut down or delay Renaissance production?
 
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