"Some people call me Crass. Some people call me an Ass. And thos're the ones who know me best! But to my customers, I'm Hi-C."
Hi-C loathes the derogatory term "Centennial". Just because he happened to reach adulthood after the turn of the century didn't imply he was in any way like the other people of his generation. He was always the brunt of stereotypes: too lazy to work for a living, eyes on the skies, always glued to his comm unit, and a drunkard and druggy. So what if most of it was true? It shouldn't be assumed just because of his age!
Haath Chaar, as his parents called him, didn't learn any worthwhile tech skills growing up. His family was traditional (read: "boring"), and although he was loved and supported throughout his youth, all he ever mastered was skill at arms. Not much of a strength when lazers and bullets win most arguments.
Leaving the Idari (read: "Exiled") out of a longing for something more, Haath Chaar could only muster odd jobs throughout the Pact Worlds as a security guard, bouncer, and eventually barback and bartender. He finally scored a prime bartending job at a club on Absalom Station called "Fusion Queen". Even if he suspected it was just a front, the atmosphere was at least new and entertaining.
Then, on his day off, he received a text that the club went belly up. Some hotshot group of thugs calling themselves the Starfinders shot up the place and exposed his boss's illicit business dealings. Just when he'd finished paying off his debts, he was out of a job again.
Ya know what? Frag it. I'm gonna seek 'em out. They got strong arms? I got four.
If they can blow up a place like Fusion, they must have mad cash to spend.