Sriluurian, the language of the Weequay "was formed by guttural mumbles and subdued whispers." It also used hieroglyphs as a written form. It is a language used to communicate with people from other tribes, as Weequay from the same clan/tribe could communicate via their pheromones and did not need to use spoken language.
"As a result, speech was only a secondary form of communication for Weequay, and they seldom spoke a whole sentence, resulting in Humans mistakenly believing the species to be unintelligent."
There are only two known Sriluurian words in canon/legends that I can find.
Uurutche'zediev - The name of Temptation Canyon on Sriluur ( a place on their home planet ).
Raquor'daan - Dark wolf ( an animal that lived on Sriluur ).
It sort of reminds me of Huttese.
Now, imagine if you will...
Hondo never shuts up. He's always talking, telling stories, flattering himself, or giving commands. He knows at least four languages, if not more: Sriluurian, Basic, Shyriiwook, and probably Huttese.
Considering his species, this is not natural. Pair this with the fact that Hondo "has a large disconnect with Sriluur culture and religion," and what we get is a black sheep of the family.
This is verrrrrry interesting, because another part of Weequay culture dictates that "as long as the clan survives, a single Weequay is expendable." We know from canon that Hondo was sold to priests of the god Quay by his parents, which means they were most likely hard up for money and needed to support the clan in some way; stealing and swindling people wasn't cutting it.
That, and/or Hondo was considered to be one who is expendable in this scenario, and maybe there was a reason for that.
To me, ( and @allsystemsblue xD ), Hondo is a well-spoken, well-educated man with street smarts on top of book smarts. He may not be Count Dooku, but he is not a dummy by any means. The fact that he can speak that many languages should be proof enough, but he was also an advisor to a Hutt who trusted him with his business dealings, not to mention his successful pirate's horde, and the fact he kidnapped a Sith lord with ease.
Now, imagine him being surrounded by other Weequay whom he cannot identify with. Imagine he often simply speaks his mind instead of talking with his pheromones. Imagine how shunned or ridiculed he must be by the others, them using their guttural, grunting language or not talking at all verbally, and for Hondo to have so much to say, with so many ways in which to say it.
Not only did his mother teach him things, but we can assume he also read a lot of books, and was literate, unlike his brethren. Just look at this letter he wrote himself, for Pete's sake!
I've decided to headcanon that Hondo grew up in Dnalvec. It was "the main port city of Sriluur, which housed three of the four main spaceports on the planet. It was a chaotic frontier environment of drifting star pilots, information merchants, and mercenaries."
By doing this, I imagine Hondo's youth was filled with all sorts of colorful characters, world travelers, and the well-to-do. Teeth says he was a charming young man who people fell in love with left and right. I tend to agree with this.
Maybe this is why he can't shut up now for the life of him; he always has so much to say when no one wanted to listen to him before. Maybe his mother warned him time and time again. Maybe this was one of the reasons she kicked him out of the house on numerous occasions to spend time on the streets before she finally let him back home again.
And even though he loved his mother, deep down he only wanted her to love him back. He holds her in esteem, refusing to think poorly of her, convincing himself she did her best, that she would never truly mean to hurt her child...
But that is where the disconnect comes in. If Weequay's truly are as they are described in canon/legends as "mean-spirited, suspicious, xenophobic, devious, and deceitful," and Hondo is none of those things, or only learns to be so from a necessity to survive, then that means he must have had a very disappointing and frustrating childhood, not to mention the heartbreak he must have felt when he was sold.
Just a thought.
If he ever told me a story, I would be sure to listen.
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Hey, what about Yondu meeting Hondo!! They have so many things in common. x) (yeah I just watched the gifset with Hondo and Katooni - grumpy and hardened space pirates who secretly love kids are everything. :P)
âSo, what do we have here?â Hondo Ohnakaâs boots whirled up the sand where he was walking.
âI could ask ya the same question,â Yondu Udonta was not amused. First, he HAS to land on a strange planet full of sand - and the sand was literally getting everywhere - and now this. Who did this⌠thing⌠think, who he was?
âAh, ah, ah,â he whirled around, making his braids swing and he wiggled with his finger in the blue maleâs face. âI asked you first.â
The Ravager looked down at the helmet wearing being. The red coat was nice, he would give him that, but the rest looked quite shabby. In the corner of his eyes he saw some of the otherâs men move towards his ship and hi screw, their blasters were raised. A sneer appeared on the Centaurianâs face and with a single whistle, not only his own crew was alert, but his little red arrow was ready for action.
Surprised and just a little bit frightened by the strange device that was suddenly floating right before his face, he leaned back again and began circling the strange blue male with the red thing on his head again. âAlright,â he said, âme first. My name is Hondo Ohnaka,â he made a wild gesture with his arms, âSurely you must have heard of me.â
âTerrible sorry to bust your bubble, turtle head, but I ainât got a clue what ya are supposed to represent.â He straightened himself just a bit, making sure to not let anyone of these unknown creatures out of his sight.Â
âWhat?â Hondo was scandalized. âHow can you not have heard of me? Hondo Ohnaka, one of the greatest and most feared pirate Captains throughout the whole galaxy.â
Yonduâs boy began to snicker behind their leaderâs back. The Centaurian himself, just looked smug and he briefly turned to his boys. âHave ya heard that lads, he is a pirate.â
âUhhh,â the crew said in unison, before breaking out into another fit of laughter.
The Weequay gritted his teeth, he hated to be insulted, especially while trying to be intimidating. Without thought, he took his own blaster from his belt and aimed for the blue manâs.
âNobody insults our boss,â one of Hondoâs own men yelled and the rest of them roared in agreement.
âListen kid, if ya truly want to make a name for yourself, then steal something valuable.â Yondu was not at all impressed by the blaster. He had no doubt that the pirate would do it, but his arrow would be quicker.
âNo, you listen carefully, because-â Hondoâs fit of rage was interrupted by a small voice.
âYondu,â came the terrified scream of a young being and of course the Ravager Captain knew to whom this voice belonged.
âQuill,â he bellowed and without thinking about his own life, he turned to look where the Terran boy was.
âHey boss,â a Weequay with only one very long brown braid stepped from behind the Ravagersâ ship. âLook what we found.â
âYondu!â the boy cried again and desperately tried to get out of the stronger beingâs grip, but to no avail.
The Centaurian in question saw red. He turned back to Hondo, but stopped when he saw the wide eyed stare of the pirate.
âLet the boy go,â Hondo said. He knew he was showing weakness, not only in front of his men, but in front of those strangers, but he could not, WOULD not bring a boy into this. Not even he had fallen so low, he was not Dooku after all.
âBut boss,â the startled crew member protested.
âDidnât you hear me? Now release the boy, before I blast your head off,â he growled and in satisfaction, he saw how the other Weequay let go of the yougng child, who immediately scrambled to the blue skinned man. In this moment, Hondo understood that he was not the only one with a hard shell, but a soft spot for children.
âAre ya alright Quill?â Yondu asked and he looked the Terran boy, who was clinging to his leg, over. He received a brief nod.
âI believe, we have had a great misunderstanding.â All eyes turned to the pirated Captain. âPerhaps we should continue this talk somewhere more⌠civilized,â he motioned with his head, towards his bar.
For a moment, nothing happened. Nobody made a sound or a move. Time itself seemed to stand still, then a whistle cut through the air and the red arrow, retreated back into its holster. Blaster on both sides were lowered.Â
âAgreed,â the Centaurian spoke up and he laid a comforting and protecting hand on the boyâs shoulder.
âExcellent,â the pirate Captain exclaimed happily and he clapped his hands together, before turning and making a great show out of the brief walk.
Yondu just looked at the back of the strange pirate, but the man had spared Peter⌠he could not be that bad, right?
OK, disclaimer. I talk about Hondo all day with @allsystemsblue and most of this stuff we agree on and just feed into each other's madness. So, we talked about Hutts, is my point. ;D
I always felt like Hondo wouldnât really like the Hutts. Teeth backed me up on this, but thinks Porla would be an exception. Pondering on it, it makes sense.
First off, as far as Hutts in general, Sriluur is in Hutt space. Sriluur is the home planet of Weequay and Hondo Ohnaka. The Hutts turned Weequay into slaves and vassals after conquering their planet. Hondo in particular was sold off into slavery by his parents to a Hutt named Porla. but he managed to make a name for himself in Porla's court.
Observing some shady business dealings, Hondo warned Porla he was essentially getting double-crossed. His advice was so good that Porla dubbed Hondo his advisor. Porla most likely took care of Hondo, as he was now an important asset. Knowing Hondo, he milked this relationship for all it was worth, but in turn provided Porla with invaluable inside information, which I assume doubled or tripled his profits.
Considering this, and something teeth mentioned that I really like, maybe Porla just ... turned his back when Hondo escaped and took his speeders and other vessels with him. He even took some of his men -- my thought is that in canon we never hear of Porla retaliating against Hondo as far as I am aware. He fucked off and became a pirate and rose to infamy during the Clone Wars, still using the Starhawk Speeders, among other things, that he stole from Porla.
Porla may have been the only Hutt Hondo would not mind, and only from personal experience. They may have been on somewhat cordial terms, or even considered to be yes, "friends."
All in all, I think he is happy to escape Hutt space. I don't think he would want to have anything to do with the Hutts, and should the need arise, I have no doubt he would go head-to-head with one if it meant being taken back into slavery or losing his home on Florrum or his gang.
Plus, Hondo Ohnaka has refined and very particular tastes. Jabba the Hutt would not do it for him. Besides, Hutts produce asexually. If anything, Jabba would keep Hondo on a chain like Leia and parade him around his palace to show off his hard-won prize ontop of trying to humiliate him. Hondo would probably take it like a champ and make the most out of a tough situation. He would not be held captivate for long. ;D
I took a little break from the Acolyte to write this
Ralc City. A small, dirty riverside town on a Small, dirty Moon by a major Hyperlane. The perfect place for anyone to live or die in obscurity. No one noteworthy has ever come from this little corner of this hunk of rock floating in space. Besides a small Imperial facility on the opposite side of town, nothing in this town would even remotely put it on anyoneâs radar. And it was here that Hounn was from.
Hounn and his friend Kam strolled downhill towards the river. The two boys were both dressed shabbily in factory worker clothes. The Weequay and the human would often strike up small talk on their way to work. The dirt street shifted under their feet as they looked up at the orange sky projected by the sunset. The actual sunâs setting was overshadowed by the hill and the village on it. The street lights flickered on as the small town residents started sauntering back to their homes, as darkness rested over the village. The two boys passed the bar as the patrons started stumbling out. Hounn recognized the regulars as they went through the usual banter they had with the bartender.
â-And I donât understand why the fuck Bor has to shout all the time. I mean, weâre DOING it; it just takes some time to do it. ,â Said Hounn, âAnd I donât see why he has to ride MY ass whenever something wrong happens. I mean, Thereâs thirty other guys and somehow itâs my fault when the smelter breaks down.â
âHmm.â Said Kam nonchalantly.
Hounn looked over at this human he usually worked with. Kam was hired about two months after he was. His wiry scraggly brown hair, green eyes, and freckles made him almost stand out from a crowd, but his sheer nonchalant behavior made him blend in with most groups. Â Hounn thought he was a little too quiet, and, frankly, he always worried that people would walk all over this kid. He wasnât very strong-willed, and Hounn began to think he had manufactured his entire personality around avoiding conflict.
â I think that guyâs just on his period ALL THE TIME. And I know heâs just pissy âcause Doolandâs breathing down his neck to push the quota. I swear, that guy only wants the factory at its peak so the Empireâd be interested in contracting the factory.â
âYeh. Looks like it.â
âI mean, if the Empire starts making the calls in the factory Iâm fuckinâ gone. Dooland can beg for scraps, but youâll never catch me on my knees for some Imp.â
âYeah.â
The two of them continued down to the riverside. Various Shops and restaurants dotted the dirty waterway, but the two of them walked on by further down, the factory stood out of place, its sheer metal walls clashing with the earthy grey-and brown of the town. Dark smoke billowed out of the smokestacks and was carried away by the winds.
The two entered the loud factory interior. Lifter droids were carrying trays of ore to processors while Humans and aliens alike performed manual labor at the many stations. They walked up to one of the work directors for todayâs assignments.
âHey, Jake, Whatâs the deal today?â
The Scraggly, tattooed human looked up from his tablet. âBor wants you two up in his office today. Weâre getting a visit from His Majesty and they need muscle for a job.â
âYou got it.â
Dooland might have been a local business leader, but whenever his profits could use a boost, heâd send out a select few of his employees for âSpecial errands.â With a quick look around the factory, you could easily tell most of the employees are ex-cons, and Dooland liked it this way. Easier to deny involvement when your employeeâs already been caught for the same crimes youâve sent them out to do.
Hounn and Kam walked up the stairs on the side wall up to the square office. Borâs office was full of clutter. Old computer components, industrial piping, vidscreens displaying employee surveillance, and even a minifridge decorated the room. Bor, a goateed pale Ratatak with an aging face stood to the left of the desk, listening to Doolandâs vivid description of his family vacation to Naboo. Dooland, a medium built human with an orange tan and salt-and-pepper hair, was in the middle of describing the lake region when he noticed the two teenagers entering the office.
âHey, thereâs my boys!â He said, clapping his hands before opening them in a wide gesture. Dooland would always put on a fatherly show when he actually showed up. He was the kind of boss thatâd want to be your friend so he could pay you less.
âHey, Dooland.â Said Hounn.
âWell, hey, sit down, buckos, ah- Hey! Bor, get the boys something to drink!â
Bor grabbed a couple of fizzy drinks from the cooler and handed them to the boys.
âBoys, Iâm gonna be straight with you: This next jobâs not gonna be easy. Itâll be tough. Intimidating. And believe me, thereâs not another team Iâd trust this to. Youâre my boys.â
He touched a holoprojector, and a 3D image of the next valley over glowed in the office.
âOkay, boys, Iâve got it all figured out. A rival companyâs making a shipment tonight with a heavy shipping speeder. Itâs going on this road. Just a couple of unarmed drivers to take care of, and you can take the shipment to the usual garage when youâre done. Simple.â
Bor interjected. âAre we sure itâs just two? Weâve been hitting these guys a lot lately, and they might be beefing up security.â
âAh, Iâm sure itâll be fine. The other boss is a skin-flint. Never pays money he doesnât have to.â
âReminds me of someone.â Thought Hounn.
âBest of luck fellas. Youâre the best, nobody can do it like you guys, I know you got this.â
Dooland stood up and made a beeline for the door. If he didnât have to be at work, you could bet he wouldnât be. As soon as he was out the door, Bor took back his desk seat and relayed the real plan.
âOkay, Iâve secured a detonator for this job, and found a decent spot for a roadblock.â He zoomed in on a particularly narrow part of the road with rocky outcroppings. âWeâll take down this part of the outcropping. When the truck stops at the rockslide, Iâll take the driver, Hounn takes the copilot, and you take the easy spot in the back.â
âFigures I get the tougher of the jobs.â Thought Hounn.
Almost as if he could read minds, Bor said âAnd I donât want to hear any complaints. Weâre taking a speeder to that ridge. Jakeâs dropping us off, so our only ride back is getting the job done.
The four of them clocked out and exited the factory just as total darkness settled. They stepped onto a beat-up green speeder and zoomed off into the night. Jake left the three of them alone on the ridge above where they were supposed to set up before speeding off in the direction of town.
Bor turned to Hounn. âHounn, Kam and I need to be down where the Shipping speeder stops, so Iâm trusting you to cause the rockslide.â Hounn grabbed the Detonator, but Bor didnât let go until he said âDonât fuck it up.â
Hounn found a place decently far enough away so he could set off the rockslide without taking an arm off. He watched as the two of them descended the rocky hillside. Even now, Hounn felt sympathy for the hesitant Kam. Even though he was two years older, Hounn could tell this farmboy hadnât seen as much of the world as he had. These outings Dooland sent them on were probably the furthest heâd ever been from home. Even now, he could see Kam taking every jump from ledge to ledge hesitantly.
-
After an hour or so, the massive Shipping speeder came into view. The lights sped towards them as Hounn readied the detonator.
Half Kilometer awayâŚ
750 MetersâŚ
Quarter Kilometer⌠NOW!!
Hounn activated the detonator and tossed it at the base of a gigantic boulder. It exploded thunderously, and the gigantic boulder started tipping over and over andâŚ
Nothing.
Hounn looked on shocked and annoyed. The boulder was tipped just shy of falling over.
âShit!â Hounn exclaimed. It figured this would happen. He ran down the hill frantically as he saw the Speeder rush towards the stopping point. He just knew Bor was going to blame him for this. Not to mention Doolandâll change face on him. Everyone knew his friendly side ran out whenever his profit margin was at risk.
Hounn got to the boulder and did the only thing that came to mind. He slammed into the boulder with all of his weight. The thing barely budged. He tackled it again, and nothing. He wasnât going to be the screwup. He put all of his weight into one final tackle, and the Boulder tipped over the other way.
He watched the chain reaction of rocks roll down the hill and almost blindside the speeder. The shipment made a complete stop, and he bolted down the hill to where Bor was.
âWhat the fuck happened up there!?â
âThe detonator didnât do the job!â
âYeah, nice excuse. Put your mask on, the job needs finishing.â
Bor always gave him a hard time. Hounn pulled up a bandanna and goggles, and jumped off to do his job. Bor pulled out a blaster rifle and shouted for the driver to get out of the car. With his buddy distracted, it was easy enough to pull the copilot out. A quick jab to the head was enough to knock the scrawny guy out. He hopped into the seat as Bor stunned the driver and stepped in.
Hounn leaned out of the window and yelled back âHey, Kam, everything good back there?â
Silence
âKam, howâs the shipment? You all good, bro?â
Slowly, he saw Kam step out from behind the shipping compartment. Hounn was about to ask what was wrong when he saw it. There was an armed guard standing behind him, holding a blaster to Kamâs head.
âOh, shit, heâs got Kam!â
Hounn looked back at this confused, frightened farm boy. And tried to think his way out of it. Maybe if he could take out the security guy with Borâs blaster? Yeah. Yeah, thatâll work.
Hounnâs voice sounded out in the tension. âBor, gimme your rifle, Iâm gonna peg this guy between the eyes.
Bor didnât move a muscle.
âBor, câmon.â
A moment of silence passed. The speeder lurched backwards as it sped out of the situation.
âWhat the fuck are you doing!? Weâre not leaving Kam behind!â
Bor didnât say anything. Kam and the security guy shrank in size until they faded into the distance. The entire time, Bor didnât say anything. Except for the sound of Hounnâs angered pulse beating in his ears, he ride back was completely silent.
The usual place they went after these jobs was an abandoned speeder garage twenty Kilometers away. Both Hounnâs and Jakeâs speeders were parked outside of the building. The Shipping speeder slowly backed into the open doors, and an Ugnaught ran around to shut the door. Hounn hopped out, furious.
âWhat the FUCK, Bor!?â
Bor looked weary and dead in the eyes. âI had to make a call.â
âYou left Kam behind, man! You never-â
âIt was the only option we had. If we tried to rush the guy, heâdâve shot Kam. At least heâs alive.â
âOh, yeah, I bet itâs that easy for you, huh!?â
âItâs NOT.â
âWhat seems to be the trouble, boys?â Dooland walked in from the office .
âKam got nabbed.â, said Bor.
Fake concern washed over Doolandâs face. âOh, thatâs terrible. Good guy, Kam, weâll all miss him.â
Hounn burst, âItâs not too late. If we can intercept their security transport, we can grab-â
âSorry, bud, Iâm afraid I canât let you do that. But hey, Itâs Kamâs first offense, Iâm sure theyâll let him off easy.â
âBut-â
âHounn.â His voice turned darker. âThe decision is made.â
Doolandâs face lightened once again. He rubbed his hands together and said, âOkay, letâs check out that cargo.â
Jake and the Ugnaught dragged out a heavy cargo crate, and Hounn thought for a minute that this trouble might all have been worth it. Had they finally stolen something that was worth it? Jewels? Weapons? Credits?
âAh, Scrap!â
âWhat?!?â
Dooland pulled out bits of twisted, shiny metal.
âHigh-grade scrap! Add this to the ore processing, and I could bump up the quality of the final product. Weâre gonna make a few hundred off of this stuff!
ââA few hundredâ?â
âYeah! Heck, maybe this stuff will finally be quality enough to catch the Empireâs eye!â
Hounn was done. Hounn looked at this two-faced cheapskate and the racket he had going and realized the path heâd take him on. Hounn wasnât going to end up a thrice-jailed octogenarian for some guy who considers him disposable muscle. He wasnât going to work for some Imperial brown-noser. And he Certainly wasnât going to steal garbage for a living.
Hounn kicked over the crate, sending metal clattering all over the floor. Dooland turned Immediately.
âWHAT DO YOU-â
âFuck you!! I quit!â
Hounn stomped out of the warehouse, slammed the door in his wake, and sped off in his white speeder.
Dooland looked around at the scattered pieces of metal on the ground, then stared at Jake and the Ugnaught impatiently, saying, âWell, Iâm not going to pick this up.â
-
Two days later, Hounn was standing in line at the spaceport with a ticket in his hand for a shuttle to Nar Shadaa. Heâd already said goodbye to his Mom and his girlfriend, and traded passing remarks with his dad. He looked ahead towards this beat-up old shuttle thinking about what heâd leave behind, and what lay ahead.
âNo more small jobsâ He swore. âIâm gonna be something.
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