In a galactic network known as the Keangal, where space is accessible...

Lieutenant Eileen Iris and the command crew of the S.S. SpoonZ haven''t a clue what it means to be disabled. That''s not a metaphor-no one they know has ever applied that term to living beings. So, when a startled intergalactic janitor calls them disabled but is ''ported away a bit too soon, they realize they might never get the answer to that particular question. Unphased, duties resume as Lieutenant Iris tries to appease her overprotective guidebot Clarence; Security Chief Lartha and her new sentient prosthetic legs offer kick-ass protection; Mr. Herbert''s inventiveness is a treasured godsend (though he''s not quite grasped how to flirt); Commander Davan''s good humour comes through whether trumpeted, texted, or signed; and Captain Warq''s genteel but firm leadership keeps everyone at their best.

Until on one mission, where they tear through space. Just a little bit.

In a galactic network known as the Keangal, where space is accessible...

Lieutenant Eileen Iris and the command crew of the S.S. SpoonZ haven''t a clue what it means to be disabled. That''s not a metaphor-no one they know has ever applied that term to living beings. So, when a startled intergalactic janitor calls them disabled but is ''ported away a bit too soon, they realize they might never get the answer to that particular question. Unphased, duties resume as Lieutenant Iris tries to appease her overprotective guidebot Clarence; Security Chief Lartha and her new sentient prosthetic legs offer kick-ass protection; Mr. Herbert''s inventiveness is a treasured godsend (though he''s not quite grasped how to flirt); Commander Davan''s good humour comes through whether trumpeted, texted, or signed; and Captain Warq''s genteel but firm leadership keeps everyone at their best.

Until on one mission, where they tear through space. Just a little bit.