For all the talk about how [b]scary[/b] this planet was supposed to be, Nar Shadda didn't look like much.

It looked kinda like a junk barge on Coruscant, except the junk barge was the whole planet from what Zak could see. Now he understood why Master Deja said he wouldn't want to go swimming here. Everything was dirty, and the smell radiating from piles of refuse strewn along the dusty roads was a combination of rotting fish and humanoid waste. As the first wiff burned the inside of the youngling's nose, the boy shuddered with all the feeling of his skin crawling. "Eww..." the boy whined plaintively, covering his nose with both hands. "It smells like [b]poodoo[/b] here," the Nautolan boy complained.

Being barefoot, he began paying particular attention to where he stepped.

Shadowing the two knights more closely than the adventurous Nautolan, the black haired Anzati reared his head back as though he'd just heard or seen something. Or rather, [i]felt[/i] something. "Master, I..." Sor-Jan began, falling silent in awareness of what his own words might reveal. But the body language said what he couldn't. There was a disturbance in the Force.

While Zak didn't know anything about a disturbance in the Force -- what did that even feel like? -- the Nautolan was aware of a sound echoing from elsewhere. Another time, the youngling might have thought it was fireworks. But now he could say that it was a sound he had heard before. In the Jedi Temple. 

It was a sound he wouldn't forget.

"Blasters," Zak noted, though the shooting, where ever it had taken place, had stopped almost as soon as the boy realized what he was hearing. The sound left the boy disquieted however, so he moved closer to Kraytan and Deja as they continued toward the warehouse that Master Kraytan had set out for.