The Syndicate of The Orion Home Planet is a gargantuan, orderly nation, ruled by Harrad-Sar with an iron fist, and renowned for its otherworldly petting zoo, pith helmet sales, and spontaneously combusting cars. The hard-nosed, hard-working, cynical, humorless population of 10.112 billion Orions are rabid consumers, partly through choice and partly because the government tells them to and dissenters tend to vanish from their homes at night.

The tiny, corrupt, pro-business, well-organized government juggles the competing demands of Defense, Industry, and Administration. It meets to discuss matters of state in the capital city of Kinarvon. Citizens pay a flat income tax of 4.3%.

The frighteningly efficient Orion economy, worth a remarkable 1,719 trillion Gold-pressed Latinum Strips a year, is driven almost entirely by the private sector, which is broadly diversified and led by the Retail industry, with major contributions from Arms Manufacturing, Soda Sales, and Uranium Mining. Average income is an impressive 170,016 Gold-pressed Latinum Strips, but there is a vast disparity between incomes, with the richest 10% of citizens earning 1,325,656 per year while the poor average 5,582, a ratio of 237 to 1.

The most commonly-worn shoes are concrete ones, in a desperate bid for cheap airfare Orions can be seen jogging in a rubber suit just before flying, school lockers are filled with fancy underwear, and visiting dignitaries often end up cuddling in the hot tub with Harrad-Sar. Crime, especially youth-related, is all-pervasive, perhaps because of the country's complete lack of prisons. The Orion Home Planet's national animal is the Wing-slug, which is also the nation's favorite main course.

The Orion Home Planet is ranked 293,768^th in the world and 173^rd in United Earth Space Probe Agency for Lowest Crime Rates, with 3.1 law-abiding acts per hour.