(This is a section from the Excerpts from the Guide to Kuat, and is posted separately here due to reasons of length--while I was writing it, I consulted the relevant entry on wookieepedia, and this is easily three times longer. Make of that what you will.) * “I am Telbun. I understand.” When an aristocratic young woman reaches a significant milestone in her life—when she enters into a political marriage as part of an alliance between two of the houses, or when she reaches her twenty-fifth birthday, or when she takes on a leadership role in the house, politics, or the family yards, or simply because is time—her parents present her with the man who is to be her telbun: a breeder-slave, chosen for his intelligence and good looks, and raised up to be docile and obedient, who will father her children, and serve as her personal servant. Occasionally, and more often than off-worlders, or even the lower classes onworld, would even know to guess, it is a young man who receives his female telbun. The telbun system is probably the best known aspect of Kuati culture throughout the galaxy, viewed by those offworld with both gleeful shock and moral disapproval. Of course, Kuat is far from the only world in the galaxy to have a tradition of using breeders or sex slaves--though, given its Core World status, it is one of the best known. But most of the actual details of the system remain mysterious, and not only to offworlders. Even most Kuati know very little about how it works. While the use of breeders by the aristocratic houses dates back to the earliest history on Kuat, there are very few records on how it came about. It is commonly accepted that it originated on the planet, since there are no similar recorded traditions on ancient Coruscant, but the exact details are lost, possibly on purpose, to history. Even the origins of the world “telbun” itself are in dispute. But most likely the correct answer is the simple and obvious one—the telbun arrangement was created in response to the fallout, political and otherwise, of too much intermarriage between the early houses. The telbuns bring genetic diversity to the houses in a way that does not disrupt the social structure. And when a house political marriage, or other alliance, fails, no one doubts which house the children involved will remain with. This is the reasoning for why telbuns have been used for thousands upon thousands of years; and why it continues--with only whispered, and therefore easily ignored, criticism from the underground resistance group Pallas--to this day. Telbuns are always chosen from the middle class—this way, they come from a respectable, and educated, background, while still being clear social inferiors. Traditionally, they are taken from their families in infancy, usually soon after birth, and are sent to one of the training houses. The reasons for this are obvious—the telbun cannot have any ties or loyalty to their birth family that would interfere with those with their future aristocratic house. But in truth, most telbuns are chosen for their lives before they are even born, by a scout from one of the training houses. The training houses are each associated with (and perhaps obviously, supported financially by) one of the ten aristocratic houses. If asked, the house representatives would say they are only the servants of the aristocrats--and like all servants, they do the work they wouldn't want to bothered with. The scouts, who have a low profile even within the culture of the training houses, are responsible for choosing, from amongst the families in their assigned district, each infant who will enter into training with their house. They have access to all to the databases and records they need to do this, and their purpose is maintain genetic diversity in their students--and therefore, later, in the aristocratic houses. They are expected to go about this work as objectively, and even coldly, as possible, and it is true enough that they do not share some of the bias of the aristocratic class which would get in the way; for example, while more than a few aristocrats will look down upon someone with an offworld parent, even going so far as to call such a person a “half-breed,” a scout will see this heritage as a benefit. And telbuns are always chosen: since their families receive a considerable compensation when they are officially assigned into service, more than a few middle class families have tried to turn their sons (and for various reasons, it is only the sons) over to the training houses. But while the houses do sometimes accept these infants, usually they do not suit the houses’ current, and very specific, needs. The training houses are a closed society. But it is reasonably well known that the future telbuns there are not just trained to please their future owners--unlike most other known breeder classes, they receive the equivalent of a university education. They are also trained to excel in athletics and social manners as well as academics, and know all they need to be an actually good companion. Instead--while, since aristocrats are not a monolith any more than other groups, there are exceptions who treat their telbuns fairly well--they seem to use these skills only to parent their mistress/master's children, and to otherwise obey every whim that crosses their minds. Once they are assigned into service, they become (if only outwardly) ciphers. They have no names of their own--only the title that links them to the aristocrat they serve. In public, they are hidden in the traditional heavy blood-red gown and tall hat—as the ancient author of an essay that survives only in fragments wrote, the aristocratic lady guards her telbun’s beauty away from the world for herself. And even when they are interacting with a human shop clerk while paying for their mistress's purchases, or moving about on their own errands, the telbuns might as well be invisible. It's in part because, with their concealing outfits, even if you see them, you don't quite see them. But that is far from all of it. Most middle and lower class Kuati know from an early age, mostly from the example of those around them, not to look at telbuns--it's even considered rude to be caught out watching one. Most men, of all classes, would prefer not to see them at all. Most of what little the general public, especially offworld, knows about the life of a telbun comes from the controversial found-journal The Telbun’s Tale, which is purported to be the diary of an anonymous female telbun living in the early days of the New Republic. Naturally, though the house depicted in the diary has never yet been conclusively identified, the aristocrats have not taken this work well—several Galactic senators, and three house representatives, have claimed it is a hoax, and that worst of all, it was written by an off-worlder. A Kuati edition of the diary, which had been banned on a variety of charges, only appeared thirty years after it was first put out by the University of Theed Press—and not incidentally, after the deaths of two of its most ardent, and relentless, critics. But after all that sound and fury, the actual story revealed in The Telbun’s Tale is quite tame: it is written by a narrator who has completely accepted her place in life, who thinks what she is supposed to think, and wants what she is supposed to want. Most of it consists of the daily mundane details of her life in an aristocratic household—and, to the disappointment of many Core readers, she hardly even mentions her sexual duties to S-----, the man who is her master. While he still uses her in that capacity, her main role is that of guardian to the little girl she has given him as his heir. But—and perhaps this is the source of the outrage—it is clear that while, as a dutiful telbun ought, she understands S-----, she does not love or even much like him. Of course, the aristocrats—regardless of whether they treat their telbuns kindly, with absent-minded disdain, or outright abuse—tend to reserve their actual emotional attachments for their chosen lovers; or even, though much more rarely, their official spouses. Even other aristocrats know that if someone has a telbun, and does not enter into a marriage, or have some sort of romantic arrangement, it is because they cannot handle an actual relationship with an equal. And a woman who has two telbuns, and has no children (like several notorious aristocrats), is showing off, and doing so badly. While most offworlders find the concept of the telbun arrangement distasteful, there has been surprisingly little criticism—usually for reasons of “cultural sensitivity”—from Core sentient rights organizations. But there is much to criticize: telbuns are, quite literally, property. Their aristocratic owners purchased them from their families. They have no legal rights. And most importantly, they have no income, no money at all of their own beyond a small controlled allowance—and in a world that is based on business, that keeps them in their place more than their training ever could. But to the Kuati aristocrats, the telbun arrangements have always been, and therefore, will always continue to be. The system works. The middle class families care only for the financial compensation they receive, not the children they lost. The occasional report of an escaped former telbun seeking asylum on Alderaan (and being discreetly, for diplomatic reasons, returned to his mistress) was an obvious myth. The telbuns accept their lives. They understand. However, every once in a while, those stories return--as whispered, secondhand gossip without a confirmed, trapped down source. They say that Pallas has a network of rogue telbun agents, and that they are patient, and they are planning towards nothing less than the end of the telbun system—and not just for the female ones, but for all of them. That the aristocrats made their first mistake when they educated the telbuns, because they learned how to think. Because they overhear, as they hover in the background behind their owners at conferences and meetings, any number of business and political secrets--and they understand, and remember, it all. And remember: the telbuns serve as guardians to the children they produce, and many aristocrats have a closer relationship with their telbun, with the person who actually raised them, than they do with the people they call their parents. Perhaps the hand that rocks the cradle may just, finally and literally, rock the world. --------------------------------------------------------------------  I picked up this detail from STAR WARS: DARK EMPIRE, an abandoned alternate universe fanfiction written by ImperialSolo, and available in truncated form here in the 2009 era depths of the boards. While the New Jedi Order character Viqi Shesh doesn’t even exist in my version of Kuat, she still manages to be a gift that keeps on—giving.  Yes, this is referencing exactly what you might be thinking it does.