Widely regarded as "the most toxic planet in the galaxy". Raxus Prime is covered in mountains of industrial waste, obsolete technology, starship wreckage, and the remains of centuries of unregulated manufacturing. The planet function's as a poisonous industrial scrap heap.
After 24 hours in the cramped ship, you emerge from Hyperspace outside of Raxus Prime. The orange-brown world hangs in the distance. Between your eyes and the scanners, you can tell there are a lot of ships moving into and out of this system.
As your taking in the information, your Comms beep. It's Dancy, "Glad to see you made it. We're going to start our way through the crowd and we'll meet at the Coordinates Reom gave us. Just a heads up, this is officially an Imperial controlled world, but you can see by the traffic, they are spread pretty thin. "
And it's not a minute later when the Comms beep again "Newly arrived vessel, This is Raxus Prime control please identify yourself and provide your destination, length of stay, and type of scrap or trash to be dropped, and transmit your access permit for Raxus Prime. Over."
The voice sounds bored and has probably repeated that message a hundred times this shift. But he is waiting for a response ...