Perhaps a way out of this jungle?

Alice took stock of the situation. She had crashed onto a planet and spent the first 24 hours wandering through a dangerous and alien jungle wondering if she was the only intelligent being for light years. In the last 30 minutes she had discovered a tribe of nearly-naked men dancing in a clearing, negotiated with a cute four armed bouncer who seemed to like her butt, climbed a giant tree to find a well stocked treehouse-cum-bar.

Looking around the surprising bar Alice was aware that many of the drinkers, like the bartender, were armed. They were armed with lasers and other hi-tech equipment. Clearly this planet wasn't the pre-stone age dead end she feared it was just the other day.

"Is there a way off this rock?" Alice said to the bartender as she turned her attention back to him and favoured him with a smile.

She took a long look at the wolf-men. They seemed more or less human but their eyes told a different story. The bartender's eyes had a yellow hue and his pupils had a decidedly canine look. His fingers too, visible as he polished a glass, seemed sharper and more claw-like than human fingertips.

The bar-tender laughed, "Ah! Isn't that the question we all ask ourselves? No one's got off this planet. Once the courts sentence you here that?s that. No appeal. No second hearings. Certainly no rescue!"

Alice's heart sank, "This is a prison planet? That's not possible. They were banned by the Galactic Coalition over a hundred years ago!"

The wolfman bartender snorted, "Ha! You are new here aren't you! This is where the bastards in the Galactic Coalition imprison entire races! Yeah. All it takes is one little genocide war or some evolutionary traits that the Supreme Council thinks are too dangerous for the galaxy and you're sent here."

The half-naked man placed the beer glass he was polishing down on the makeshift wooden bar, "Of course, I'm only talking about small planets and races here. You look human. Are you? Take the humans - if you ask me they're too prone to genocide wars, didn't they annihilate then Xasir race? - but they're far too numerous to be sent here. Nah. The races you'll find here are the ones which the Supreme Council judged just as we started to develop interstellar space flight. Those bastards. Arrogant enough to judge entire planets at a time. They're as bad as the races they write off as criminal."

The wolfman picked up another glass to begin to clean it, "So, to answer your question little lady - there is no way out of this jungle."