Cirxis Cronossk

Cirxis Cronossk
Biographical Information
Race	Trandoshan
Homeworld	Trandosha
Mother	Unknown
Father	Unknown - Supposed Blackscale Slaver
Spouse	Unknown Blackscale Slaver - Deceased
Siblings	Brother - Deceased
Children	Loxis - Presumed deceased
Born	Year -19 Day 329
Died	N/A
Physical Description
Gender	Male
Height	2.1 Meters
Coloring	Green/Brown
Hair Color	None
Eye Color	Yellow
Political Information
Affiliation	Blue Star Dominion
Prior Affiliation	Bounty Hunters Alliance, Tion Hegemony, Mytaranor Slaving Council, Depatar, Kanjiklub, Blackscale Clan

"Only in the shadows do you find the truth of the galaxy; trust in your claws to carve your path."

— Cirxis, to a young, aspiring bounty hunter seeking guidance.

Biography

Cirxis in his Throne Room

While most information regarding Cirxis has been destroyed or lost, what follows are excerpts from his Biography, published in year 18 by Crepan Press.

Early life

It was late in the year -3 when my journey began, plucked from the dusty streets of Lorpfan by the town's elders. They saw potential in me, a chance to rise above the rest, and so I was sent to Hsskhor. There, among the elite of my kind, I honed my skills, my scales toughening with each day's relentless training. A year of my life was spent in the grueling regimen of the Trandoshan Elites, each moment shaping me into the warrior I was destined to become.

Then, on the dawn of year -1, fate took me to the shadowed canopies of Kashyyyk. I was to aid the Blackscale Clan, a name that whispered of darkness and chains. It was a time shrouded in secrecy, my deeds there hidden from the galaxy's prying eyes. Only whispers remain of my service, a ghostly record of my existence—tales of a journey to Tatooine and a final return to Trandosha mark the sparse chapters of that era.

Back on Trandosha, life took a slower pace, but the call of duty never quieted. I found myself guarding precious cargo, jewels and stones that sparkled like the stars we sailed among. From Lorpfan to Varic, we traveled, ensuring the treasures of our world reached their destination unscathed. It was a quieter time, yet it bore the weight of responsibility, guarding the wealth of our planet with vigilant eyes.

Bounty Hunter's Alliance

For a spell, I vanished from the galactic scene, only to reemerge in Year 8 as the Bounty Hunters Alliance's Head of Hunts. Rumors floated about that I had left Trandosha post-discharge to dive back into the swoop bike racing circuits on Tatooine, hiding behind the alias "Raju Lucumba." Truth be told, the tales of my racing exploits might be more fiction than fact, a layer of mystery I've never felt compelled to clarify.

What's beyond dispute, however, is my frequent journeys to Cona, the beating heart of the BHA during those times. It was there, amidst the chaos of hunters and mercenaries, that I carved out my place, eventually rising to lead the hunts. Some whispered about my connections to a smuggling ring, ferrying salt across the stars to Cona. Let's just say, where there's smoke, there's usually a fire, and in the underbelly of the galaxy, I was often the one stoking the flames.

The BHA's tides shifted with the departure of Kataradanna, making way for Auron Drayer's short-lived tenure. It wasn't long before I, alongside Vadik Edik, stepped out from the shadows to steer the BHA's ship in Auron's absence. Leadership, however, is a double-edged sword. Auron's exit and Kataradanna's return marked the beginning of turbulent times for the Alliance. The trust was frayed, and under her leadership, the BHA faced decline.

Vadik and I, seeing the writing on the wall, conspired to right the ship, to steer the BHA back to its former glory. Trust, however, is a rare commodity in our line of work. Kataradanna, sensing the shift in the wind, aligned with The Damned, enlisting Banquo Knox to eliminate the threat we posed. It was a stark reminder that in the shadows of the galaxy, allegiances are as fleeting as the stars.

Assasination Attempt and Exile

The tale goes a bit like this: Banquo Knox, thinking he had the upper hand, was mere steps away from turning me into a footnote in some dusty galactic archive. He had the location of my ship, his intentions as clear as the Tatooine suns. But I've always been one step ahead, or at least I'd like to believe so. Instead of a grand confrontation or a dramatic space chase, I left him staring at the dust trails of a Koro II Airspeeder. That's the thing about being underestimated; it becomes your best weapon.

After giving Knox the slip, I didn't just disappear; I became the ghost many believed me to be. That year and a half of exile wasn't a retreat but a recalibration. The galaxy spun on, and amidst the silence, rumors about me thrived like weeds. They said I went back to Trandosha, slipping into the role of a mentor for the new bloods of the Elites, passing on the lessons learned not from textbooks, but from the gritty, unscripted drama of life itself.

Then there were whispers of Ashkrik, a name that echoed in the underground swoop racing circuits, a ghost racer tearing through the tracks, a shadow with my smile. And yes, amidst the stars, I found and lost a piece of my heart to Levis Morbus, a Kaminoan whose spirit was as vast as the oceans on her world. Our engagement was a whirlwind, the kind that sweeps you off your feet until reality pulls you back to the ground.

Coeus Ahlstedt and the Silhouette organization became unexpected chapters in my journey. Aligning with them wasn't about forging alliances but about shared objectives, a mutual understanding of the galaxy's dark undercurrents. It's amusing how these partnerships lead to the scrubbing clean of my past, a blank slate for the galaxy to fill with its imagination.

As for the dark whispers linking me to the untimely demises of certain high-profile figures during those years, well, the galaxy loves its mysteries, doesn't it? Whether I had a hand in them or was merely a specter at the feast, I'll let history decide.

That period of exile, of being a phantom, wasn't about hiding. It was about reflection, about understanding the myriad paths my feet had wandered and where they were meant to tread next.

Cirxis during his exile.

Tion Hegemony, Black Sun, The Darklights, and The Cron Resurrection

By Day 170 of Year 10 Cirxis had once again resurfaced, this time under the banner of the Tion Hegemony. During his time at Tion, Cirxis founded and headed the Tion Blackops Division whose participation in the war against Black Sun, The Darklight Crisis, and the Cron Conflict under Cronossk's leadership allowed the Hegemony to prosper for much of year 10 and 11. On the morning of Day 226 of year 11, Cirxis lead the team that raided Paul Cron's personal ship, and after a short struggle, arrested the terrorist, leading to a swift Tion Victory and the end of the conflict.

Paul Cron under arrest on On Year 11 Day 226

After the Cron Conflict had been resolved, Cirxis officially resigned from Tion, handing the reigns of his Black Op's division to Talen Mordare and was reported to be travling to The Maw.

Life in the Outer Rim

It during this time Cirxis acquired a YV-666 he called the "Scorekeepers Bounty". While there are no purchase records on file for this ship, there are also no reported hijackings, causing some people to claim Cirxis captured the ship and murdered everyone aboard, while other stories simply claim he found the ship crash-landed on Biosh and used his underworld connections to repair and likely modify the ship to his specifications. Whatever the case, there were multiple reports that after the Cron Conflict Cirxis had joined forces with Karl Korne and once Cirxis was officially named Team Captian of Korne's Colonial Shockball League team the Cirbodyn Crusaders information surfaced that Cirxis had officially joined the Zann Consortium under Karl's leadership.
During this time in the outer rim, Cirxis also joined the T`doshok Alliance and was elected the head of House Blackscale. Cirxis used his new position to secure himself multiple outposts among the outer rim as well as an asteroid hideout that he modified into a lavish palace.
Near the end of year 11, Cirxis was appointed head of the Zann Consortium. Much to Karl Korne's dismay, Cirxis used his underworld connections to funnel and fence the entirety of Zann's wealth and property into his own accounts, and quickly set into motion a trap to capture Korne. Cirxis was met with widespread praise and thanks from the relieved citizens of the galaxy, one of which being renowned pirate, Teniel Djo.

Eidola and Mytaranor Slaving Council

Cirxis met with The Pirate Queen and an alliance between the two quickly formed. In a ceremony on Marlavir control of Mytaranor Slaving Council was handed over to Cirxis and the Blackscale Slavers. From his seat as leader of the council, Cirxis revived the traditional gladiator arena, which held fights on Alisandor and in the city of Depatar on Marlavir.

Then on Year 12 Day 207 reports began to come in claiming that Teniel Djo and multiple other high-ranking Eidola members had flown their ships directly into the black holes in The Maw. Recently logs have been recovered that detail a conversation between Cronossk and Warlord Squall Chitose shortly after the suicide reports went public. In them, Cirxis talks with Squall about MSC's place in the universe with Teniel gone, and Squall assures him their alliance is stronger than it ever was.

Not long after that Cronossk was seen inside a cantina, the first report of him openly being out in public in many years. Eyewitnesses say he was selling death sticks and openly talking about Mytaranor's slaving operations.

However, after an attempt on Cronossk's life was made by a greedy yet incompetent pirate, Cirxis decided to leave the public eye and transferred ownership of MSC to the Hutt Percilia Kajidic sometime late in year 12.

Racing Career

On Day 45 of Year 13, Cirxis was spotted in Hutt Space aboard the YT-1760 Scorekeeper's Champion as a participant in the second season of Krieg's Run. After many days of hard racing, Cirxis crossed the finish line 4th beating out 6 other racers.

Cirxis did not participate in the second race of Krieg's Run.

He reappeared at the starting line on Day 115 for the third race. Improving on his previous time, Cronossk secured 3rd place.

The fourth race took place on Day 150, with Cirxis once again as a participant. In his best showing yet, the Trandoshan finished in second place just inches behind Tabty Haasza.

After his second-place win, Cirxis did not race again for the final two races of the general season but did return on day 346 to participate in the Champions Race where he once again took 4th place, citing multiple technical issues and a faulty hyperdrive for his poor showing.

Cirxis once again returned to the galactic stage on Year 15, Day 72 for the final race of Krieg's run Season 3. Piloting his new ship the YT-510 Scorekeepers Wings, he took second place.

Returning for the Season 3 champions race, Cirxis secured 3rd place before retiring from galactic life to his hometown of Lorpfan on Trandosha.

Tragedy and a New Life

For the next few years, Cirxis only made public appearances occasionally. Notably at the funeral of his close friend, Kilian Delmarco in Year 17.

During year 18, Cirxis was known to have a son, named Loxis, with an unknown Blackscale Trandoshan. However, both were presumed to be killed during a Wookiee raid on Cronossk's compound in early Year 19.

Shortly after, Cirxis left Trandosha once again and met a woman named Sofia Lizeth while tavern hopping in the Outer Rim. The two went on to eventually found KanjiKlub in late Year 19. For 2 years Cirxis and Sofia ran Kanjiklub before Cirxis spun off to form a mercenary company he named The Blackscale Clan.

With 2 organizations under their belt, the duo founded the Spacer's Alliance conglomerate in an effort to provide low-income individuals with the services and security previously only offered to the wealthy. Unfortunately, Spacer's Alliance failed to gain any traction and the duo agreed to disband it only a year after its inception. At this point, Cirxis once again returned to the shadows and was mostly lost to galactic history for the next few years.

From Shadows to Rebellion

Cirxis' path to the Rebellion wasn't born out of a sudden epiphany or a dramatic turn of events. It was a gradual realization, a series of events that showed the true face of the Empire and the suffering it caused across the galaxy. As a leader of the Blackscale Mercenaries, he had witnessed firsthand the tyranny of the Empire — worlds enslaved, freedoms stripped away, and lives mercilessly taken for the sake of order and control. Initially, Cirxis' involvement was purely professional; the Rebellion was another client, albeit one fighting for a cause rather than profit. He took jobs disrupting Imperial supply lines, rescuing prisoners, and gathering intelligence. Each mission pulled him deeper into the heart of the Rebellion, exposing him to the ideals and the spirit of those who fought not for credits but for freedom.

It was during this time his old friend Vadik re-entered Cirxis life. Vadik Edik, with his sharp wit and even sharper strategic mind, played a pivotal role in swaying Cirxis allegiance towards the Rebel cause. Their partnership, initially forged in the crucible of the Bounty Hunters Alliance, was built on mutual respect and a shared understanding of the galaxy's darker corners. Vadik, however, saw beyond the immediate horizon of profits and power plays. He recognized the growing tyranny of the Empire as not just a threat to their operations, but to the very fabric of freedom in the galaxy. During their time leading the BHA, Vadik often spoke of the long-term implications of the Empire's rule. He argued that the suppression of freedom and the systematic destruction of entire cultures and planets would eventually leave no place for individuals or organizations like the BHA. "Today, it's them; tomorrow, it could be us."

But Vadik did more than just appeal to Cirxis' sense of justice; he laid out a strategic vision. He outlined how the duo's skills and resources could be a linchpin in the Rebel's fight against the Empire. "Imagine the impact we could have," he mused, "not just as mercenaries for hire, but as champions of a cause greater than ourselves." Vadik understood the importance of the knowledge of the underworld, and how it could be harnessed to undermine the Empire's operations.

It was Vadik's blend of pragmatic strategy and moral conviction that ultimately convinced Cronossk. He didn't just talk of joining the Rebellion as the right thing to do; he demonstrated that it was the smart play for the long term. In his view, aligning with the Rebellion was not just about fighting against the Empire but fighting for a galaxy where freedom and justice weren't just ideals, but realities for all its inhabitants.

Personal Effects

Ships

Cirxis' personal ship, The YV-666 "Scorekeepers Bounty"

Cirxis has used multiple ships over the years, however, his most recognizable are the YV-666 "Scorekeepers Bounty" and his racing ships the YT-1760 "Scorekeeper's Champion" and the YT-510 "Scorekeeper's Wings".

Weapons

For most of his Bounty Hunting career, Cirxis was known to carry a Valken-38 Carbine and dual DL-44's.

Starting in late year 11 Cirxis was usually seen with an A280 strapped across his back.

During his tenure as the head of the Blackscale Clan, Cirxis had been seen in action using a highly modified Nightstinger.

Clothing

Cirxis almost always wears a brown hooded robe that he uses to conceal his weapons and loose-fitting earth-toned clothes. At the award ceremony of the Champions Race, Cirxis appeared wearing Imperial Royal Guard armor. It is unclear where he acquired this armor.

As the head of the Blackscale mercenaries, Cirxis has been seen in both Imperial Royal Guard armor and Heavy Battle armor.