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[FULL NAME] Bennek Cyllest[ALIAS] Ben Cyllest[DATE OF BIRTH] 29 years before timeline[SPECIES] Human[FACTION] Independent[RANK] N/A |
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[SUBJECT SUMMARY]
Ben’s parents were poor spacers who had been scammed into buying an old cargo hauler from Eljuk the Hutt. Somewhere between running cargo for their Hutt benefactor, the couple found the time to conceive a child, and nine months later, Ben was born. While he has very few recollections of his early childhood, he remembers the faint humming of the old cargo hauler’s engines, the coldness of its winding corridors, and the painfully frequent pangs of hunger, since Eljuk left them just enough for minimal fuel and rations.
Ben’s father knew that a day would come that his boss would request money that he did not have. Eljuk's punishment for such an infraction was to sell the debtors into slavery. When that day came, Ben’s parents piloted the freighter into Unknown Space, hoping to find some sanctuary from the long reach of the Eljuk. In their desperate exodus, the Cyllests found themselves in a star system with exceptionally powerful solar activity. Rocked by solar flares from the system’s tempest of a star, the cargo hauler met its end by crashing onto an uncharted world
Ben recalled waking from the crash with to the sight of his parents dead at the helm. For the first few days, Ben spent his time living out of the hulk of the starship, terrified, angry, and alone. The ships systems were so damaged by the solar activity that Ben could not activate the distress beacon. As time went on, the nine-year-old’s natural curiosity, and his desire to separate himself from the pain and loss, decided to trek out into the planet.
Despite revolving around a violent star, Ben’s new home was a lush, tropical world teeming with life. He was mesmerized during the daytime, by the giant birds who flew over the canopies of trees, shrieking as they passed by. At night he would climb up in the trees, as the solar flares that killed his parents clashed with the planet’s atmosphere to create a spectacular light show.
One night as he curled up into the hulk of his parent’s ship to sleep, he heard the hiss of atmospheric thrusters. Ben spotted a small freighter landing just outside of his home. Ben stood in front of the ship, stunned with fear as the entry ramp opened, and a towering Rodian, stepped out, armed to the teeth. The Rodian’s name was Denbak, and he was the only bounty hunter who kept searching for Ben’s parents months after they disappeared.
Denbak nearly flew into a rage once Ben showed him the ad-hoc graves he made for his parents. But, even though he made a living off of taking lives, the sight of the starved orphan child filled him with more sympathy than he was comfortable with. He took Ben away from the planet to take him on as a partner-in-training, feeling it would be cheaper to teach one than to pay for one.
Ben’s life with Denbak was difficult. He was a much colder host than his parents, and he had a quick temper. He would often drag his young foster child along with him to seedy dives all over the galaxy, hunting for prey. However, Denbak was also a great teacher. He taught Ben how to use a blaster, how to speak Rodese, how to haggle, and how to pilot a ship. Over time, the boy and his foster father grew very close.
At the age of fourteen, Denbak decided that it was time for Ben to join him on a bounty, in order to test him on everything that he learned. The bounty was against the same Hutt Lord that drove his parents to their death. Eljuk had accrued debts to the point that he was worth more dead with the few assets that he had left. The two bounty hunters tracked him to a derelict fuel depot, floating somewhere in Outer Rim space.
Warm tears of anger trickled down Ben’s face as he and his new father exited the ship onto the station. Ben’s blaster trembled in his hand as he reflected on the prospect of extinguishing a life. The station itself was devoid of any activity, and Eljuk's war droids, laid in the corridors, starved of power. Eventually, they made their way to the central maintenance bay, which Eljuk had transformed into a makeshift audience chamber.
Eljuk sat sleeping in the center of the room. Although he was still massive, his mass consisted of bloat rather than fat, his color was pallid, and he had grown a scraggly beard. The Hutt lord was awoken by the footsteps of the two bounty hunters. Ben looked into the cataract-ridden eyes of the once proud Eljuk, and felt a small amount of pity. Denbak urged him to finish the job, and Ben raised his blaster with a trembling hand. Eljuk did not protest, and Ben ended the reign of the once opulent Eljuk the Hutt.
Denbak was paid 100,000 credits for killing Eljuk the Hutt, which he took total credit for. With such a large bounty, Denbak was wary to pay young Ben. Instead of fair payment, Ben was given another lesson in the rules of bounty hunting: Trust nobody. Denbak flew the boy to a backwater planet, and left him with his blaster pistol, the clothes on his back, and 500 credits.
For the next several years, Ben worked as a freighter crewman, and from time to time, a hired gun, saving as much money as he could. When Ben turned 20, he bought himself a stunt fighter, and rejoined the bounty hunting circuit. Ben never forgot the lessons that Denbak taught him, and truth be told, he didn’t resent his one-time foster father for leaving him. For the next three years, Ben worked tirelessly to establish himself as a dependable bounty hunter.
Ben had always worked solo, and never payed much attention to his romantic life. That would change on a fateful day on Manaan. He never forgot a single detail about that particular day: He had just snagged a bounty on a gun-dealing Gran. He was just paid 2000 credits by the Selkath Judicial Authority, and he drank chilled wine while he counted each chip.
Then he walked in. He was lean and tall, and he had jet black, wavy hair that fell to his shoulders and curled at the ends. His outfit was flashy, even in the glitzier sections of Manaan, and he carried an ornate blaster pistol on his belt. The man called himself Tycho of Taris, and he carried himself like a nobleman. Ben figured that he was simply feinting nobility. Tycho claimed to be a politician on Taris. The two drank together, exchanging stories of their exploits, and enchanting each other.
Ben would continue his work as a bounty hunter, stopping by Taris to rendezvous with his beloved Tycho. The two men confided in eachother's affections until Ben’s past came back to haunt them.
Edruk, brother to Eljuk the Hutt, was very close with his sibling. For years he had scoured the galaxy, looking for the bounty hunter who snuck into his brother’s space station and killed him like a rat. Once he found Ben’s identity, he sent bounty hunters all across the galaxy in search of him. In addition to that, Edruk hired slicers to seize whatever credits and assets that Ben had saved. Even though they were lovers, Tycho's career as a politician was to valuable to end it over his troubled lover. Tycho banned Ben from stepping foot on Taris ever again. From time to time, they would exchange encrypted letters via the holonet.
Ben, now makes a living as a spacer once again, hopping from ship to ship, making enough to survive, and keeping his thoughts on Tycho.
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