Miserable planet. Miserable inhabitants. Miserable intentions. Faldos was a den of sin coveted by black marketeers, gun runners, spice traders, and slave traffickers. The worst of the worst all congregated at the tail end of the Hydian Way. This was a criminal's haven. It even made Nar Shaddaa look tame by comparison. The only laws here were the ones made up and enforced by whomever held the most power and influence on that very day. Today one might be answering to someone that tomorrow was no more than a distant memory. There was no such thing as loyalty on Faldos, not to anyone with a brain and the will to survive, that is.
Jamie didn't want to be here. There were plenty of other backwater planets to distance herself from matters of the Jedi and Sith. Problem was she didn't exactly choose to be on Faldos. That was sort of the unfortunate luck she possessed however. Wrong place, wrong time, all the time. She had miscalculated her ship's fuel level and thought she could reach Terminus at the junction of the Corellian Trade Spine and the Hydian Way hyperspace lanes. Turns out she was wrong, and Faldos was as far as she was getting.
The other issue? This wasn't the sort of place the dealt in credits. It was more of a bartering system. Spice for guns, slaves for illicit tech, that sort of thing. Jamie needed fuel, and the expected currency wasn't something she could, let alone would, deal in. She would need an alternative means of getting off the planet, one that involved either stealing fuel, or stealing a ship. And while she would generally disapprove of such a thing, this wasn't a planet full of reputable, well intended souls. She could make an exception.
The sun was still high over the planet, which meant Jamie would need to wait a few hours before sneaking through the spaceport to hijack her way off world.