The Republic of Sergeant Cross is a colossal, genial nation, ruled by Cross with an iron fist, and remarkable for its barren, inhospitable landscape and suspicion of poets. The compassionate, cynical population of 4.188 billion Crossians are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

The medium-sized, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Defense, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Rockport. The average income tax rate is 36.3%, but much higher for the wealthy.

The Crossian economy, worth 178 trillion dollars a year, is fairly diversified and led by the Basket Weaving industry, with major contributions from Uranium Mining, Door-to-door Insurance Sales, and Cheese Exports. State-owned companies are common. Average income is 42,510 dollars, and distributed extremely evenly, with little difference between the richest and poorest citizens.

New mothers can pay for their weekly grocery shop with a bottle of breast milk, the blind lead the blind in social welfare, breastfeeding mothers are replacing smokers to loiter outside the workplace, and motorists' locations are constantly tracked by intelligence and law enforcement agencies. Crime, especially youth-related, is totally unknown, thanks to a well-funded police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Sergeant Cross's national animal is the Corvette C6R, which teeters on the brink of extinction due to widespread deforestation, and its national religion is Justice.

Sergeant Cross is ranked 31,064^th in the world and 2^nd in Rockport for Largest Insurance Industry, scoring 4,609.65 on the Risk Expulsion Effectiveness Rating.