The Battlegrounds of Commander Zavala is a titanic, orderly nation, remarkable for its ubiquitous missile silos, keen interest in outer space, and stringent health and safety legislation. The hard-nosed, cynical population of 11.785 billion Commander Zavalans are ruled without fear or favor by a psychotic dictator, who outlaws just about everything and refers to the populace as "my little playthings."

The medium-sized, corrupt, socially-minded, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Education, Defense, and Law & Order. The average income tax rate is 71.1%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Commander Zavalan economy, worth a remarkable 1,415 trillion glimmers a year, is driven entirely by a combination of government and state-owned industry, with private enterprise illegal. However, for those in the know, there is a slick, highly efficient, fairly diversified black market in Arms Manufacturing, Trout Farming, Tourism, and Automobile Manufacturing. The private sector mostly consists of enterprising ten-year-olds selling lemonade on the sidewalk, but the government is looking at stamping this out. Average income is an impressive 120,111 glimmers, and evenly distributed, with the richest citizens earning only 2.3 times as much as the poorest.

"Leader got your tongue?" has become a popular idiom, people have stopped going the extra mile, the crispy fried liver of a taken is prized as a tasty treat by vagrants, and the government regularly publishes lengthy reports on its own excessive recordkeeping. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Commander Zavala's national animal is the taken, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

Commander Zavala is ranked 53,307^th in the world and 3^rd in Destiny for Most Developed, scoring 76.76 on the Human Development Index.