Hardin's Biography (Pre-Pie)
Hardin's first memory was of his mother Sara - a lowly Ni-Kunni serving maid. She loved and cherished her son dearly and worked hard to ensure he had as comfortable an upbringing as she could afford.
Sara was contracted to a wealthy and well connected Amarr Holder family from Kor-Azor whom she had served for over 20 years of her life.
Fortunately the Amarr Holder was an enlightened master. He viewed his servants as extensions of his own family and as a result the young Hardin enjoyed the education and training normally only granted to those of noble Amarr birth.
Hardin never wondered who his father was - assuming that it had merely been some passing traveller who had caught his mother's eye. His mother never talked about it and he never raised the subject worried that it would just bring back bad memories for his mother.
As the years went past Hardin grew into a fine young man. He surpassed all but a few of a peers in his studies often only outdone by the Holder's daughter Siobhan, with whom he shared a birthday and a friendly rivalry.
He was a jovial character and had a natural knack for making friends but at the back of his mind he still felt looked down upon. He knew that as a Ni-Kunni he could never be seen as an equal to a true Amarr.
Hardin also realised that the easy times were coming to an end. Once he reached his maturity his Master would no longer feel obligated to provide for him and Hardin would have to make his own way in the universe.
Despite knowing this Hardin was still surprised when he was summoned to meet the Master on his 18th birthday. "Hardin, you have excelled in your studies and all that you set your mind to. In this have brought honour to our house and that has made me proud. It is time I revealed something to you."
The Holder lowered his voice, "This may come as a surprise to you but… well… hmmmm… lets just say that 19 years ago I did something stupid… not that I regret it really but… hmmmm… well… its time you knew…. I am your father boy and Siobhan is your half-sister!"
Hardin's mind reeled. He was the son of an Amarr Holder. He was not just a lowly Ni-Kunni. He could walk with his head held high. He could... His tumbling thoughts were interrupted…
"Of course you cannot reveal this to anyone. Hmmmm… the scandal could bring down our house and ruin my name! You must keep this secret to yourself just as your mother has all these years."
"I of course feel some responsibility to you and cannot bear the thought that my son will spend his life in some lowly serving position. Therefore I make you this offer. I will provide you with a tidy amount of ISK and a Punisher frigate which will allow you to start up in business."
The Holder continued, "In return you will take this secret to your grave and agree to never make contact with this family again! Make your choice!"
"And what of my mother?" Hardin exclaimed.
"She shall stay here and continue to serve us as she has done for the past 38 years. We will continue to care for her as we do for all our loyal servants. You can keep in touch electronically and maybe we can arrange a meeting occasionally. That will have to be it."
Hardin pondered for a moment before replying, "Okay I accept your offer... father... Give me 24 hours to say my goodbyes and then I shall go. I hope that even if you do not acknowledge me as your son that I can still make you proud through my actions."
Over the next few years Hardin explored the universe. He travelled widely throughout the Amarr empire before visiting Caldari, Gallente and even Minmatar space.
As a youth Hardin was open-minded and willing to try new things. This resulted in more than a few scrapes and minor brushes with the law. Indeed it was during this period that Hardin discovered the delights of women and particularly the Gallente wench - a habit which he has never been able to break - and which continues to cause him much guilt to this day.
As Hardin continued to explore the universe he started to became more and more aware of the obvious superiority of the Amarr Empire, its religion, its customs and its people. He gained a new found interest in scripture and in politics.
It appalled him that the 'free Minmatar' did not seem to understand the gift they were being offered by the Amarr, but despite this he remained a mere observer to galactic events. That was soon to change.
A group of Minmatar ‘freedom fighters’ had taken it upon themselves to interdict any Amarr ships passing through a remote system in an attempt to ‘liberate’ slaves. Unfortunately this coincided with the entrance to the system of an Amarr Holder and his family on a touring holiday. The Minmatar terrorists attacked without warning, quickly destroying the Holder’s frigate escorts and disabling the Holder’s pleasure cruiser before opening comms. Despite the Holder’s protestations that there were no slaves onboard the Minmatars had callously and maliciously opened fire - killing everyone on the helpless ship. A passing Caldari had filmed the entire incident and soon the horrific murder was being broadcast across Gal Net.
The news ignited passions on both sides of the Amarr/Minmatar conflict and led to innumerable tit-for-tat incidents. Despite this Hardin still felt disassociated from the conflict.
Two days later his onboard computer bleeped. “Incoming communication from the Amarr Imperial Academy.”
Hardin blinked in surprise. It was his half-sister Siobhan that had appeared on the view screen and she looked in some distress. He hadn‘t seen her for at least for over five years but had heard that she had accepted an position at the Imperial Academy in Chaven where she was training for a combat career.
“Hardin, I have some sad news…I have just been informed by the Amarrian Civil Service…it was…. it was my father’s cruiser which was destroyed by the Minmatar. I am afraid that your mother and… and my whole family… are… are dead. I don’t know what to say… just needed to let you know… There is a commemorative service at the Emperor’s station in five days… Hope…hope you can make it… Siobhan out!”
The view screen emptied and so did his heart. His sweet, caring, loving mother was dead. His father was dead. He was alone… alone with thoughts of vengeance…
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