Rim Free Zone
“So you’ve been attacked in the Free Zone… “…you had a security provider, right? At least I hope you had a security provider, given the giant ‘THE RIM FREE ZONE TRAVEL FACILITATORS’ ASSOCIATION RECOMMENDS THAT YOU GET A SECURITY PROVIDER’ banner hanging in the starport with maybe a thousand
trope-a-day
Sliding Scale of Law Enforcement: Standards vary acutely, depending on where in the Worlds you are. The Empire’s Watch Constabulary and the PPLs signatory to the Warden-Bastion Compact occupy the idealistic end of the scale (well, one idealistic end of the scale, since they’re perfectly happy to shoot
trope-a-day
Privately Owned Society: In what is now the Empire, long ago. Or now. Could go either way. In its purest form, in the years immediately following the Drowning of the People. After deciding that democracy amounted to substituting a parade of replaceable jackasses for the old permanent jackasses on the