The setting sun illuminated the sand-colored buildings predominant in Socorran architecture in a golden bronze. The streets were choked with people, many of them festive and jubilant. The air reeked of cheap intoxicants and food while loud music mingled with the cacophony of a thousand simultaneous conversations. The capital city of Vakeyya was caught in the throes of a planetary holiday and even the somber specter of the Yuuzhan Vong War had been unable to dampen the mood of the inhabitants. In fact, the present galactic turmoil had seemed to only encourage a large percentage of the Socorrans to drown their concerns in a wide variety of stimulants or other licentious activities. Every cantina was inundated with patrons seeking whatever vices were available and probably a few that weren’t.