When Postmaster General Roy Sharpton launched his new vision for the Intergalactic Postal Service, it initially attracted ex-convicts and those particularly used to a dangerous lifestyle. However, the IPS has now attracted nearly every disenfranchised member of the universe. Divorced real estate agents, laid off accountants, retired pirates– it has become a cutthroat free enterprise bastion of death-defying life. But how long can such a barbaric oasis last?
