The Federacy of Traestan is a colossal, environmentally stunning nation, notable for its ubiquitous missile silos, smutty television, and devotion to social welfare. The compassionate population of 9.251 billion Traesicans have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.

The large government juggles the competing demands of Education, Industry, and Healthcare. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Taurus. The average income tax rate is 85.8%, and even higher for the wealthy.

The frighteningly efficient Traestanian economy, worth a remarkable 1,465 trillion Credits a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Information Technology industry, with significant contributions from Tourism, Arms Manufacturing, and Book Publishing. State-owned companies are common. Average income is an impressive 158,468 Credits, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

There is something rotten in the state of Traestan, the aims of top-secret Traestanian science projects revolve around designing the perfect robot woman, getting your license is a rite of passage for young adults, and military pilots spend more time scraping feathers off their engines than flying their aircraft. Crime is totally unknown. Traestan's national animal is the Pickle, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests.

Traestan is ranked 122,354^th in the world and 10^th in Kerbin for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 1,445.7 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.