Janus IV, Tri-System circa 2790.
ATMOSPHERE: Clean, artificial
DIAMETER: 1,076 Miles
BACKGROUND: Janus, lovely Janus, playpen of the gods! Verdant, balmy, warm and sunny, this luxurious planetoid, habitable solely thanks to Hephaestan grav-field technology, is the home of the Universal Government and every plutocrat, Vidflix star and criminal mastermind of any note and hardly anybody else. The value of real estate is so high here the deposit alone on a two-dorm habi-cube is comparable to the average Anhurian municipal budget. Inspiration for the Tri-System's biggest-selling bumper holo ("My other craft's in long-term parking on Janus IV"), the gilded boulevards and plazas reek so much of opulence that crafty entrepreneurs are bottling it for sale to aspiring bourgeoisies on other planets. It is also the only place in the galaxy where beggars (of which there are a licensed few, as a conscience-salving measure) can be heard to say "Spare a Hephaestan megacredit, gut" with anything like hope in their voices. If you're lucky enough to set foot on Janus IV, heed this advice: always consult the price of any commodity before you consume it, as Janus debt-collection agencies are authorized to conduct surgery on unfortunate debtors to regain deficits through organ sale. Of course, there's as much money to be made here as lost: Commodities can be sold for outrageous profit here, although demand is quite low considering the incredibly small population.