Jack Hart began commanding Hart Fleet during the initial invasion of the Hyades Cluster. He collected all of the ne’erdowells, misfits, and wanderlust into his organization. Sometimes it felt as if the more disrespectful they were, the more he liked them. It would be more accurate to say that he wanted those who did not fit in anywhere else. He wanted independent thinkers. He wanted those willing to bend the rules, or break them while coming up with a reasonable argument for why they actually bent them. He wanted people who would create new rules when the time called for it. His people are the most troublesome lot of Cowboys you’re ever likely to meet, but they took to the outskirts of galactic society after War’s End. They fly through the outer frontiers of human expansion, where peacekeepers are often most needed and welcomed by the common citizens.