Captain Thomas Witworth, commanding the Peace Keeping Forces Wolf Class Star Destroyer Thomas Utrecht, has had killer head-aches ever since his command staff gave the Maricor, little green fuzzballs that will eat you out of house and home if you give them a chance, to Cdr. Tereshkova of the Tovarishche. Now on shoreleave with the rest of the Red Squadron at Star Base 9, he quickly discovers he must contend with another five dozen head-aches. Between a Tovarishche agent plotting havoc within the base, Cdr. Tereshkova plotting mayhem against the planet of the Maricor, and the Old Empire boys determined to kill any Delphian they can, especially those of High Priestly lines such as Jeremy Branfield, what's a poor Wolf to do?