“I wouldn’t dismiss them quite so quickly. They may not be attractive to your eyes, Vestara, but their culture predates even the Old Republic. You’re looking at one of the oldest species in the galaxy.”
― Luke Skywalker to Vestara Khai
There was the Maw, and near it was Kessel. Hutt space had been clearly defined, and sure enough if you examined the charts, there was the Si’Klaata Cluster, consisting of Klatooine, Nimia, Ques, Lant, Iotra, Yoruibuunt, and Sriluur. Klatooine had been firmly within Hutt space historically – and for very good reasons.
Fiach’s home world was an arid planet. Visible from space as a sandy yellow ball of a world, marked only by a few areas of vegetation or the blue of oceans.
Most would suggest there was nothing remotely interesting on such a desolate place – but the locals knew different. It looked like a geyser at the moment of eruption, captured forever in time, each finger of water, each splash, each droplet, frozen so that one could admire its power and grace. Swirling, turning, it was vibrant, creative motion somehow paused. And it was not a statue but a natural formation – a type of glass.
It was known as the Fountain of the Hutt Ancients. The planet produces deep in its core a substance called wintrium. Back before recorded time – some tens of thousands of years – there was some kind of fissure in the planet’s crust. The wintrium erupted. There was a chemical change when it came into contact with the air and rather like water freezing instantly, it was transformed into glass rather than ice.
To Klatoonians, it is a sacred object. For, as Fiach knew so well, time is very important to their mind-set and culture…her mind-set and culture. The wintrium continues to harden through the centuries, becoming stronger instead of more fragile, an analogy of the Klatoonian’s in their eyes.
One of the reasons they agreed to become servants of the Hutts over twenty-five thousand years ago was because the Hutts promised to always keep the Fountain safe. It was even renamed – originally being known as simply the Fountain of the Ancients.
― Luke Skywalker to Vestara Khai
There was the Maw, and near it was Kessel. Hutt space had been clearly defined, and sure enough if you examined the charts, there was the Si’Klaata Cluster, consisting of Klatooine, Nimia, Ques, Lant, Iotra, Yoruibuunt, and Sriluur. Klatooine had been firmly within Hutt space historically – and for very good reasons.
Fiach’s home world was an arid planet. Visible from space as a sandy yellow ball of a world, marked only by a few areas of vegetation or the blue of oceans.
Most would suggest there was nothing remotely interesting on such a desolate place – but the locals knew different. It looked like a geyser at the moment of eruption, captured forever in time, each finger of water, each splash, each droplet, frozen so that one could admire its power and grace. Swirling, turning, it was vibrant, creative motion somehow paused. And it was not a statue but a natural formation – a type of glass.
It was known as the Fountain of the Hutt Ancients. The planet produces deep in its core a substance called wintrium. Back before recorded time – some tens of thousands of years – there was some kind of fissure in the planet’s crust. The wintrium erupted. There was a chemical change when it came into contact with the air and rather like water freezing instantly, it was transformed into glass rather than ice.
To Klatoonians, it is a sacred object. For, as Fiach knew so well, time is very important to their mind-set and culture…her mind-set and culture. The wintrium continues to harden through the centuries, becoming stronger instead of more fragile, an analogy of the Klatoonian’s in their eyes.
One of the reasons they agreed to become servants of the Hutts over twenty-five thousand years ago was because the Hutts promised to always keep the Fountain safe. It was even renamed – originally being known as simply the Fountain of the Ancients.