User:Pres Hin

Hin's Beginning

Born to a loving middle class family on Glee Anselm, Pres was taught from a young age that nothing was free. Everything in life had to be worked for, especially the things that you needed to have, or wanted most. This instilled in him a good since of morals that have lasted to this point in his life. Martial arts were his initial focus in life and taught him discipline and respect to his higher ranks. His family also instilled in him a since of self reliance, but taught him not to be afraid to ask for help. He grew up in his own "school of hard knocks" making mistakes and learning from them. Throughout his teenage years he seemed to keep fitting into the saying "in the wrong place at the wrong time" because of the croud he hung around with. After he was almost arrested several times his parents decided to look for work someplace else. In his mid-teens they moved to the planet Mrlsst. His life calmed down a bit and he began to work in the mines. It was at this time he found his first love, Ura Sven, a Nautolan that was beautiful and tough spirited. After he came of age he decided to leave the place he had most treasured as home to travel the galaxy in hopes of finding a new place to make something of his life. It was at this turning point that he lost his first love and proceeded on alone. He went to land leaving the oceans and his parents behind vowing to return someday. After searching from city to city for some time he finally found a promising ride off planet. They were excavators, and in need of someone to scan the under ocean locations of a few cities on Mrlsst. Pres gladly accepted the challenge in trade for passage off world. The barter was set and Pres set to work. Faster than they could believe Pres came back with their scans in hand. The time had come to leave. Pres commed his family for one final goodbye on the way out of orbit on the YT 1210 Gray Sky. Pres was impressed with how smooth the ship flew and how much space it had. He decided then and there that this type of ship would be the first ship he owned. Their destination was Tatooine, Anchorhead landing pad. The trip seemed like it took no time though they were in hyperspace for more than a day. He commed his parents again as soon as he arrived to let them know that his adventures were about to begin. Unsure of what exactly he wanted to do he began searching for an employment office. After walking all over town he finally found a holo board and did a quick search of the planet to see where the best place to find work was. During his search he came across a recruitment add for the Triumvirate Coalition. According to this add it seemed he may have found a place that might match his character. He sent an imediate response and a way to reach him by comm. Pres, feeling satisfied, sought out refuge for the night. He found a hotel for cheep that he could stay in for the night. With little sleep from all the excitement from the last few days Pres slept hard and almost missed his commlink going off in he middle of the night. Pres rolled over and groggily answered it. It was a man by the name of Gilbert Taylor, saying he was a Consul with the Triumvirate Coalition. Pres was stunned, he hadn't expected an answer so fast. He almost didn't answer back when he heard a clearing of the throat on the other end. Pres immediately answered back "Yes Sir, this is Pres Hin." "I contacted you in regards to the recruitment add in the holoforums, and was wondering exactly what to expect from a faction." Consul Taylor took him through what all of the different departments did and what was expected of every member. "Does that sound like something you are still interested in," Taylor asked? It truely did and Pres thought it over carefully for a few minutes until he heard another clearing of the throat. "Yes sir, I am most interested, sign me up, Pres said" "Ok, then, you will need to contact Arius Karden to begin your training and contact Dero Racto or Kerveros Nightstalker for transport to Coalition space," stated Consul Taylor. "And Pres, Welcome to TC." The comm went silent. This was it, Pres had his starting point. from now on, his life would be different. The next morning Pres set to work strait away firs contacting Arius Karden to begin his training, and then contacting Kerveros Nightstalker for a pickup. Within a couple of hours he had his responses. Pres was impressed with the speed in which he was recieving responses. TC was really on their toes. Pres's response from Arius was actually a test (with no studying) that Pres was expected to take to test his knowledge of the galaxy and his resourcefulness at getting the answers he did not know. Pres's response from Kerverose stated that his pickup was on its way and that it would arrive in aproximately 3 days. Well, Pres was not one to sit around, so he sought out the closest Garage and rented a speeder bike from them to make his exploration of the city and its surroundings a bit faster. On his second day of waiting he found himself ramping sand dunes out in the desert outside the city when his speeder suddenly died on him in mid air. Pres rolled off the back of the speeder and pushed it away from him to get as much distance between him and the expected explosion. Pres hit the ground oh his forearms and knees and imediately went to his bell and threw his arms over his head, but the explosion never came. There was however a loud scraping sound as the front of the speeder bike sank deep into the sand. Pres waited for half a minute to make sure nothing was going to happen. Then he decided to get up and examine the crash site. Pres walked around the Speeder a few times to get a full view of it. The only spot that was semi smoking was coming from a 8 centimeter hole in the side of the engine. It loked like a puncture mark from a projectile weapon. Pres immediately began to scan and sense his surroundings. He could see nothing. Press pulled out his biological sensor from his belt and began to scan. There was a heavy reading coming from the other side of the dune. Pres realized that whoever or whatever it was was too close to try and run from, so he stood strait and tall and began to walk toward the mass. A head popped over the horizon of the dune. A strange masked looking face. Then came the yell. Then more yells in response. A group of Tuskan Raiders came running over the top of the hill at full speed toward Pres. Unarmed Pres did his best immitation of surrender by holding his hands up. The Raiders slowed as they came on. Pres could count 6. They all stood about a fot shorter than Pres. They were holding strange looking staves with a club look on one end and sharp point on the other in a hurding manner. They were trying to coral Pres into the center of them. Pres noticed that this was a kind of hunting party, but could not tell if he was to be captured or prey. Pres waited in anticipation for the first one to make its move. Pres watched as they began to move together as a cohesive unit. When one moved the whole circle moved. They all lowered the pointy ends of their Gaffi sticks toward Pres and began to move him in the direction they were heading in. Back over the dune from which they had come and off farther into the desert. They reached a small encampment just before the suns of Tatooine were setting. Pres guessed from their conversation or grunts as he heard them that he was to be held prisoner. Strangely they left Pres unbound which didn't make a lot of since. They put Pres in an alcove of their encampment with another prisoner, strangely another Raider. Pres went over to the far wall and had a seat. Curious about the days events Pres went back over everything in his mind again.