planet

He clenched

He clenched his fists, obviously fighting for self-control. "The planet is the property of a Mesan corporation."
"The planet, like any other planet, belongs to its citizens," Roszak corrected. "That, Commodore, has been the official policy of the Solarian League from its inception."
Navarre stared at him, and Oversteegen was hard pressed not to laugh outright at the Mesan's expression. True, the policy Rozsak had just enunciated—with, Oversteegen noted, a completely straight face—had indeed been the official one of the Solarian League from the beginning. It was also one the Office of Frontier Security had ignored for centuries . . . when it hadn't actively conspired to fold, twist, and mutilate it with the connivance of powerful corporations and business combines.
Corporations and combines headquartered, quite often, on Mesa, as it happened.
"The 'citizens' to whom you refer," Navarre