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Ankcor Desilijic Bansek


Born into one of the oldest and most prestigious clans of the Hutts Ankcor Desilijic Bansek was positioned for great things from an early age. His father was a low level Hutt within the clan responsible for an automated mining installation on the planet of Rinn in the furthest reaches of Hutt space. This was a small concern of his uncle who sat on the clan council and was a secretary to the Hutt ruling council first in line should an opening become available. Not long after his 100 birthday Anckor's father passed away just as the mining concern looked to have petered  out. He was given the task of dismantling the facility for his uncle and then had an offer to join the ranks of faceless bureaucrats who worked for the clan. A unrespected place for those who showed no promise. Ankor's was able to remove the operation in record time, sell the parts for a profit and then in a stroke of luck move the rights to the mine onto an unsuspecting off worlder. The only asset he was unable to move on was a protocol droid who in his isolation had developed several strange quirks such as wearing clothes among others.

He was summoned to the palace of his uncle when he heard Anckor had sold the mining rights without his authority and Anckor expected to be punished. Instead his uncle gave him a chance to prove himself by running a further concern that had always been of value for the rights not the product. He also handed over an heirloom of the clan a two handed broad sword welded by Rasmal Desilijic Bansek. It had been his fathers and had been given to Anckor in his fathers will. The sword was long with a wide blade of orange edon a crystalline substance that was harder then steel and glowed with a pale light.

Anckor was able to turn the concern around over the course of several years and when he was finally relieved it was making quite the line of credits for his uncle. He was taken into his Uncles palace on Kor Desilijic and initially was responsible for a couple of pleasure houses that operated on the moon of Nar Shaddaa. There was no need to leave the Hutt home world as a series of flunkies were responsible for the day to day operation. It was at this time that he won the blood contract of a Dowutin pit fighter called Zif in a game of sabacc. Zif was quite the fighter and his loss by a much higher ranked Hutt sent shock waves through the clan.

Anckor was implicated in a fraud by Zif's former owner that would have also shamed his Uncle had Anckor not taken sole responsibility. His Uncle banished the young Hutt to the moon of Nar Shaddaa and at his leaving party publicly shamed him by given him an inferior leaving gift, a human girl slave of the age of ten. Never one to look at free assets as a problem Anckor left his home with his three companions in tow. Anckor was unable to formally go through the process for the blood contract to be confirmed by Zif so he offered a compact for Zif to never fight in the pits again if he took the role of body guard for Anckor this was accepted by the Klatooinian.

He was able to stay at one of the large bars run by his Uncle it was a small apartment adapted for a Hutt with an office overlooking the bar. From here began his career as a bounty Hunter more out of necessity then aptitude. The first years were hard, but gradually he gained a series of contacts and associates he could rely on for steady work. He also was publicly reintegrated into his family and now receives regular work from his Uncle having regained his confidence publicly something he never lost privately.

He continues to play games of chance as a way to gather contacts and socialise having developed somewhat of a knack for such things it also pays to have a mathematical genius on your arms for the games as well. His latest acquisition, a CEC Hawk 1000 was in part payment of a bounty hunting debt that was unable to be paid by the contractor so he willing coughed up the keys when asked. Ankcor had the protocol droid upgraded with a piloting program and San had a natural aptitude for the navigation side of things.



TC 3PO protocol droid
San 16 year old human slave.
Zif a Dowutin

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