The stench of death was all around the moon, fires burning still out in the streets, along with the sounds of random blaster fire and explosions that can be heard drifting up from the lower levels of the smuggers' moon. Inside the meltdown, there's barely anyone at all, a few looters looking for anything worthwhile; bodies and blood still strewn about the entire place, among the shattered glass and tables as well. A sickly sweet smell that is partially blood from many different species mixed with rotting for now; those that haven't been in real combat on a warlike scale, seem to wretch easily as they seek cover around the streets of Nar Shaddaa.