That’s the motto of the Galactic Security Service. Using vast ships and the massive weight of Federation diplomacy, it sweeps the star-ways to hold inter-stellar conflict in check. Most of the time.
The Federation fleet is big enough for most missions. But for some it’s too big, like when a dictator’s throat needs cutting. Or a spy lost in a prison colony on Golot 4.
Dirty Jobs.
Violent jobs.
Lonely jobs.
That’s when they send for SIMON RACK.
That’s the motto of the Galactic Security Service. Using vast ships and the massive weight of Federation diplomacy, it sweeps the star-ways to hold inter-stellar conflict in check. Most of the time.
The Federation fleet is big enough for most missions. But for some it’s too big, like when a dictator’s throat needs cutting. Or a spy lost in a prison colony on Golot 4.
Dirty Jobs.
Violent jobs.
Lonely jobs.
That’s when they send for SIMON RACK.