Few planets can claim to be as unpleasant as Belsmuth III. Its atmosphere is not only toxic, but corrosive, and strong winds lash the surface, driving terrifying sandstorms. The crust is also geologically unstable and earthquakes are constant. The foolhardy Corellian geologist Marrean Taiton met his doom here when seconds after landing on the planet (against all advice) he was crushed by a flying boulder the size of a bantha.