Marc zipped up his jacket. It didn't do much to keep him warm, but it was all he had, so he kept it on nonetheless. He walked slowly down the street, observing the hustle and bustle that one grew accustomed to on Itar III. Marc lived in the center of the city, or at least he used to. He had just been evicted, unable to pay rent because he lost his job in the starship factory... 5 months ago. With so many people on the planet, honest jobs weren't easy to come by, which is why crime rates were so high. However, Marc's housing situation was the least of his worries as, in order to make ends meet, he had to borrow from Lars, a local crime lord with a reputation for having quite the short temper. The only options left open for Marc were to work for Lars, or run from him. Marc decided that getting even further involved with that man was a terrible idea so last night he told his few friends that he would be leaving for good. It was with a heavy heart and a feeling of defeat that Marc made his way for Selenis Starport. With hundreds of ships taking off or landing at any moment, it was assured that one would be willing to add Marc to its crew.