John Johnson Jr. who owns his own moon

When humanity made its presence known to the rest of the universe, of course one of the first things they did was call dibs on everything they could see. Which the rest of the galactis community wasn't happy with. So once people had the idea of sitting down and pointing out human territory and where it stopped, a lot of problems stopped happening.

But another problem did happen, for the humans at least. They now had a LOT of territory even by space standards and no using it. so the human government did the best thing they could and told humans to "go out and claim shit."

Everyone bought up spaceships, probes, maps and a ton of supplies and went out to find their new home and/or riches.

Most people went and aimed for the biggest planet and most dence systems. You, on the otherhand, had a different idea.

You checked the maps supplied, thoroughly. and found a nice little moon circling a little planet not an hours flight from the nearest hyperlane leading out of human territory and into the councils.

most people would look at that and think wasting so much fuel and resources woudn't be worth it. But you, John Johnson Jr, were not most people. When you looked at that planet and moon, you saw your future.

Jumping into your ship you blasted off as quick as you could, and a week later you were in orbit of your new planet and moon.

First thing you did to celebrate? Land on your moon, stretch your legs and take the lpngest piss you swore you'd ever had in your life. Thanksfully the moon had breathable atmosphere, though it was a bit thin.

The second thing you did was ensure that the government had recieved the data that these things were under your name and were 100% legally owned by you.

then it was just a waiting game. A game you had to play for a month before what you knew was going to happen, started to happen.

A big named mining company came looking and found your planet, and found it had plenty of resources they could dig up. Normally you'd not want some big named bastard coming in and trying to destroy your new things. but considering the planet itself was dead you didn't see a problem; no plant life, no germs no nothing except a lot of ore ready to dig up.

Now you may have seemed like a simple person, and in a lot of ways you were. You liked a simple life and din't want to run the rat race. So when the company offered you a small sum of credits for unit of weight they dug up, you literally laughed in their face and told them the amount you'd accept. Long story short the big bad company who thought they could screw over a simple man had to pay out an amount that made them feel like they got bent over the table, but you were at least kind enough to use lube.

Not only was your planet going to bring you in a lot of money, but soon enough people wanted to set up on your moon as well.

set up what, you may ask? A space gas station, space dinner, Space hotel, space whorehouse. you think of something people going on long trips would like to see and visit it was built. Space truckers quickly became a thing and they always appreciated some good home cooked human food.

that's not to say you just sat on your ass and collected rent from everyone each month. With all your earnings you built yourself a nice little store that contained near everything people could want or need coming or going from human space.

Especially the stuff that was illegal to sell outside human space, like certain ****, chocolates, coffee, hot sauces and for some reason, certain genres of human music.

Which meant everyday you sat on your ass in your store, sold a few things everyday and collected your rent and earnings each month.