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Sitting in the huge study, Greed, known to the greater world as Baroness Ailyn Ryad, leaned against the ornate that once was her husband's. No it was hers, it was all hers. Leaning back she took in what she had finally accomplished. The deaths of her entire family had given her wealth and power, but most importantly it had given her the one thing she had always wanted, the freedom to pursue her own dreams and ambitions without interference. She had planned this for a long time, postponing it so that this event coincided with another achievement, her ascension to Ceasar. Looking back on how she came to be here she realized she owed alot to the Order. Without them she would bot be here. Inadvertently her mind drifted back to that fateful day when her life completely changed.
Sixteen years ago, Celebratus Archives on the planet Obroa-skai.
Ailyn Ryad, a young girl of sixteen years walked through the maze of bookshelves storing one of the largest collection of books in the Galaxy. Though almost all this information was available in electronic format, Ailyn preferred reading from books. The weight of the books, the feel and smell of the paper made the information the books imparted much more real for her. Finally she found the volume she had been looking for but it was just out of her reach. Not wanting to go till the end of the current row to get a ladder, she looked around and reaching out with the Force slowly and clumsily brought the hefty book down to her. As she let go of her frail grasp on the Force she had a distinct feeling that she was being watched. Looking around she noticed a robed figure standing at the end of the row of shelves, staring at her.
Sixteen years ago, Celebratus Archives on the planet Obroa-skai.
Ailyn Ryad, a young girl of sixteen years walked through the maze of bookshelves storing one of the largest collection of books in the Galaxy. Though almost all this information was available in electronic format, Ailyn preferred reading from books. The weight of the books, the feel and smell of the paper made the information the books imparted much more real for her. Finally she found the volume she had been looking for but it was just out of her reach. Not wanting to go till the end of the current row to get a ladder, she looked around and reaching out with the Force slowly and clumsily brought the hefty book down to her. As she let go of her frail grasp on the Force she had a distinct feeling that she was being watched. Looking around she noticed a robed figure standing at the end of the row of shelves, staring at her.