The Imperial Navy has long been at war. It is a well-oiled machine, a mighty galactic power in which nothing can go wrong.
Enter Pre-Private Joseph Fux, self-proclaimed Idiot, Second Class.
When Fux arrives on board the light frigate UPS Spitz, things immediately begin to go wrong. It's not Fux's fault. It never is. Accidents just happen when he's around, despite the best intentions.
And as the always-cheerful Fux bungles his way through one job after another, he throws the whole ship and its orderly crew into chaos. No one is left unscathed: not the responsible and lonely Lt. Lipton, grieving for his lost love; not the mercilessly logical Doctor Nightingale, who may or may not be Lipton's current romantic interest; not the overzealous Ensign Berseker, or the pompous political officer, Commander Kapust. Not even the hidden, monstrous Captain.
Knowingly or not, Fux is an agent of resistance, his blind stupidity the only sane response to the insanity of war. Something's gotta give, and the tiny spanner-in-the-works that is Fux threatens at last to destroy the entire machinery of the Galactic Empire . . .
