Jillian Bosson walked briskly down the street. Her vibrant red hair bounced with every step, reminding Jill that she really should wear it in a ponytail more often. Evading puddles and rubble she made her way to the bristling centre of whatever the locals called this collection of buildings. Disgusted she kicked rusted and dented bucket out of the way and the clattering scared away some local rodents. Some especially nasty specimens as far as she could see.
Vexxith, people weren't kidding when terms like junk planet and lowest of low hideout were used to describe the planet. Those people had been generous in her opinion.
Vexxith had started as a promising dream but had soon turned in a living nightmare and she had no one to blame but herself.

Jill made her way to what passed as a bar around here. No matter how far in the galaxy one would go or how abandoned the planet was, everywhere you could find a bar, a place where people went to drink away their sorrow, wallow in self-pity and spend more than they should.
If she was honest this bar wasn't the worst she had seen but it definitely mirrored the hard life that was being lived here. The building had seen better days but structural it was still sound. Some busted lights and flickering screens gave away there was some way overdue maintenance needing to happen and some panels were only partly fixed but at least it kept the wind and rain out.

The doors slid open and a grumpy looking bouncer eyed her suspiciously but Jill chose to ignore him. She made her way to the bar and sat on a barstool. She slid a coin to the bartender "One Ger'opp Ale please," Jill said while she let her eyes wander through the dimly lit room. More or less the normal clientele as far as she could see. Some addicts, some gang members, some corrupt security, some criminals and some poor working-class residents. The sound of the metal cup being placed in front of her brought her attention back to the bartender. She didn't know what species he was but he definitely wasn't of human descent like she was herself. "I'm looking for a hydro-flux capacitor," she informed the bartender. "A working one this time," Jill added after sliding another coin to the bartender. He took the coin and shrugged. He scribbled a name down and handed it to her.
A close-by patron chuckled and Jill shot him a glare. She contemplated if it would be worth it to stop the particular individual from chuckling any further but in the corner of her eye she saw the bouncer closing in and with a sigh she let it go.

It wasn't easy to even get by on Vexxith, let alone make enough to get off the junk planet.

Xavier Cullux looked like an absolute mess, which was the understatement of a century. Sitting at that same bar at the end of the night as he always did, looking shaggy and gruff in appearance he drank what was his fourth drink of the night, and he was probably just getting started. His dark green eyes looked droopy, as if he was tired, his hair was long and uncombed, almost covering his eyes. Getting wasted at the end of the night seemed to be just another routine for Xavier, as it was one of the only things to enjoy on this junk of a planet.

Vexxith was an awful place and he longed for the day when he could get off of it, but that chance didn't seem likely. He was working for scraps at a time, and could hardly stay afloat, let alone afford any ship at all, much less one with a hyperdrive of some sort. To make matter worse even if he somehow managed to snag one, he had little to no flying experience, the only type of vehicle he knew how to drive was but a simple land zoomer. So here he was stuck, getting drunk in a dumpster heap with only starry eyed visions of ever leaving.

He kept to himself in a corner booth in the back of the bar, hoping to be undisturbed by the filth that inherited this place, he couldn't afford to land himself into any trouble and didn't want any for that matter. Not that he could judge any of the inhabitants of this planet for their actions, they were just doing what they had to do here, in order to make it another day. Just like anybody else, the methods may of been very different but yet they were quite the same in ways. Xavier never really noticed Jill as she ordered ale as he was half drunk at this point and unobservant.

Jill drank slowly from her ale. It was one of the only somewhat decent drinks in her opinion. Some drinks in the bar were just nasty and others so strong it would wake the dead. Her eyes went over the others sitting at the bar, some of them looked like they didn't even taste what they were drinking anymore. Taking another gulp she contemplated on her next move. If she could acquire the working hydro-flux capacitor than maybe she could trade it for a decent power cell. The only problem was the guy that had one according to the bartender wasn't someone she felt comfortable going alone too. Sure she could fight and she could shoot her lasergun but still, sometimes it was better to avoid problems and a woman alone often could find herself in trouble no matter how strong or smart she was.

Her gaze went over the drinkers, maybe she should hire one of these guys to help her. Not that she had much to give but it could be enough for the ones coming in here and drinking their sorrows away. Her eyes rested on a guy in a corner booth, Jill was sure she had seen him before. Always drinking but keeping to himself and not starting problems. She couldn't help wondering if one day she would sit there doing the same, not a lot seemed to be able to get off this forsaken pile of junk and some seemed to have given up. That was a depressing thought.
Recruiting from a bunch of drunks wasn't ideal and definitely not her first choice but she didn't trust a lot of her contacts anyway, too often had they tried to rip her off. At least her boss was somewhat decent but he didn't pay a lot, she didn't get more than a roof over her head, one meal after working hours and some pocket money from him.

Jill got up and walked through the bar. She stopped at some tables and asked if any was interested in going with her to collect a part but most dismissed her or suggested other ways to spend the day. Jill hesitated when she came closer to the booth with the man that looked like an absolute mess and her idea of hiring someone from here became a worse and worse idea. Nevertheless, she was there now and she might as well ask. She could only regret it later.
"Care to help me out?" she asked him, already bracing herself for possible suggestive remarks or blunt rejections.