Private Mansion, class 3 planet Peace Dyllyo stretched, luxuriating in Peace’s famously bright sunlight as he lay completely relaxed on his private beach. Peace was a class three temperate world, although every half dozen cycles some scientific coalition or another would petition to have it reclassified as a class two. He guessed it spoke to the quality of the Peace’s environment that some thought it deserved such a designation, but such trivial things were below him, and as such didn’t bother himself worrying about implications. The only thing he needed to know about Peace was that it was exclusive, and – simply put – the best. It wasn’t as though there were any laws keeping the dirty masses from ruining the planet’s pristine beauty with their small, economic homes. But when a modestly s

