The Detachment of Redshirts is a gargantuan, efficient nation, ruled by Lieutenant Leslie with an iron fist, and renowned for its rampant corporate plagiarism, keen interest in outer space, and irreverence towards religion. The compassionate, cynical population of 27.499 billion Redshirts are ruled with an iron fist by the socialist government, which grants its people the freedom to do whatever they like so long as it doesn't involve getting richer than anybody else or challenging the government.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, liberal government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Education, Healthcare, and Environment. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Outpost Station 2. The average income tax rate is 96.1%.

The very strong a Redshirt economy, worth a remarkable 2,397 trillion Shore Leaves a year, is driven almost entirely by government activity. The industrial sector is solely comprised of the Information Technology industry. Average income is 87,172 Shore Leaves, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

Court verdicts are predictable to within a hundredth of a percentage point, billions are being spent on a new island airport, foreign planes and migratory birds are shot down as spies, and young children are learning advanced physics to scientifically disprove the existence of Santa Claus. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a very well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Redshirts's national animal is the tribble, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its national religion is The Prime Directive.

Redshirts is ranked 305,667^th in the world and 9^th in The United Federation of Planets for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring -17.38 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.