The last breath of a mother, the last breath of a chained being. The Planet knows what has happened immediately – it rains and does it oddly. What falls is not water or ash, what falls is hot and red and thick. It falls for the rest of the night as residents hide within their hardy buildings. The Planet is angry, they whisper, quieter than mice lest the Planet hear and turn its attention to them. The blood-rain only comes once more, while Jabba’s child is taken, and many see it as a sign of the planet’s favour for the Hutts and this is the message passed far and wide. And then the blood rain is gone again, and the people breathe a sigh of relief. But it is not gone forever – it comes back and this time it stays, a regular part of Tatooine’s weather, just as sandstorms were. Nineteen years later it ceases again and this time does not come back.