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.