The Iktotchi are a fiercely guarded and isolationist race - vaunted for their ability to hide their feelings and bury any semblance of emotion. Originating on the harsh, windy moon of Iktotch, which orbits the planet Iktotchon in the Expansion Region, the Iktotch are gifted with precognition, and are courted as often by Jedi as by pirates for their skills.
The Iktotchi are hairless beings with an incredibly resilient skin which protects them from the violent winds of Iktotch. Both males and females have curved horns, although the males' horns are generally a little larger. Average male height measures 1.80 meters with females measuring slightly less. The Iktotchi people use Iktotchese to communicate between themselves, but easily adapt to use Basic for commerce with the galaxy.
Iktotchi have native precognition which, while vivid and specific on their homeworld, becomes vague and more like "gut instinct" as they move away from the planet. In spite of their rather unfriendly appearance, Iktotchi are sensitive beings who mask their deeper emotions under an appearance of stoicism. Respectful of the other cultures, they can adapt to civilization, but bond only rarely with other species, and with great difficulty. Indeed, their gift of precognition generally frightens or antagonizes members of other species. Compounding the negative image is a history of using their gift for criminal endeavors, either through deceit or of their own volition.
Galactic coordinates: (159, -112)
System coordinates: (10, 5)
Planet type: moon
Planet size: 3 x 3
They call him Loatu Seeg
Total population: 1,285,655 inhabitants
Hireable Population: 1,000 People
Civilisation level: 17.9800%
Tax level: 5.0000%
Planet income: 1,829,310 credits
Tax income: 91,466 credits
Iktotch is the homeworld of the Iktotchi, a small moon that is far into the Outer Rim. It is known for breeding some exceptional pilots, due mainly to the high winds of Iktotch which are legendary throughout Duflivian. If a pilot learned to fly in the turbulent storms of the Iktotchi moon, it is said that not even hell could throw him out of the sky.
More of a wasteland than a moon, it is covered in a coarse dust that is the result of high winds eroding once-great structures of ancient civilizations, and as each new civilization turns to dust in the vicious winds, their own added dust only adds to the swift decay of the next generation of palaces and structures.