"It's a done deal, Ambassador. I'm not pressing any charges, but they have to go back." Security Chief Michael Garibaldi shook his head as he informed Delenn of the latest development.
"I'm sure Lennier didn't mean any harm; his note simply said that he was sending a group of ten lords to do some jumping in the station; I don't understand the significance but Lennier said it was important" the Minbari explained.
"Oh, I'm sure he didn't mean any harm, and these guys haven't done any damage...yet. But I've got to put a stop to it before they, or someone else gets hurt."
"But Mr. Garibaldi, what have they done that could be so terrible? They're just performers."
"It's what they're performing that scares me. The 'Lords of Leaping Stunt Players' may be good at what they do, but so am I. It's one thing to jump through hoops of fire and human pyramids. But when you start high-diving off the tallest buildings, down empty lift shafts and then from the support towers for the core shuttle, it's a bigger risk than I'm willing to let them make. All they need to do is pancake on the ground, or worse yet land on somebody and we've got trouble. Why can't these guys just enjoy a play, maybe a walk in the garden or something? If man was supposed to jump that far he wouldn't have invented a pilot's seat."
"Maybe if you just limited them to low stunts..."
"And just who is going to watch them all the time? I know these thrill seeker types; you turn your back and it's off for the next adrenaline rush. We even stopped them before they did a jump out of the shuttle itself. I had some people standing by with jetpacks but there was no guarantee we could have scooped them up before they impacted. I'm sorry, but they have to go. Look, I like Lennier but he should have checked with someone first. Maybe you can have trained dogs next time or something, okay?"
"I'm getting tired of this holiday, how do you people ever manage it every year?" Delenn asked.
"What holiday?"