Well - it had to happen. You leave a settler family on a lonely, isolated planet, and next thing you know Ma, Pa, Billy Bob and Mary Lou are all sharing the same bed. Few generations later an’ you got yourself a family tree that looks like a dang tumbleweed.

Our ships of Her Majesty's Flying Inbreds (HMFI) are some of the most feared in the galaxy. Not cause of even the slightest tactical threat, but more because of what our pilots are going to do to any captured capsulteer. Let’s just say we’ll expand our limited gene pool in any way we can.

So if you’re not from this here parts you best mosey on now before we make you drop them britches.

Banjo-Playing Inbreds - because in space nobody can hear you squeal like a pig