Prologue

In the Outer Rim Territories of the galaxy, surrounded by one-thousand moons, sat a large, tropical-desert planet by the name of Iego. The moons surrounding the planet were suitable to be marveled at; and they were by many a traveler who flew the Galaxy simply to just gawk in awe at their intense beauty. Known as the Moons of Iego, they bathed the planet each night in silver light as the people below slumbered. One of these moons, Millius Prime, was even home to the last of the species known as Angels.

It was here in Cliffhold, the capital city of Iego, that a small girl named Genevieve Corr slept. Just a baby, the young girl would not remember her mother in the years to come. No, she would not remember her father, brothers, uncles or aunts, for little bland-named Genevieve Corr would grow up to become a Jedi Knight in the hardest of times to do so. She would be tested and pushed far beyond fairness, stretched and pulled beyond her soul's very limits, and just when things would seem to clear up even for a little bit- the universe would trick her and plunge her back into darkness.

Of all the inhabitants on this big, red planet- Ithorians, Kajain'sa'Nikto, Quarren, Rodian, humans- and all the visitors that have visited, are visiting, and ever will visit; Genevieve Corr would fight the hardest to make herself known. Of course, right now, she didn't know that. And she wouldn't know that for a very, very long time.

It would be in two years exactly-her third birthday- that the Jedi Order would come to collect her. They would visit her home, for Master Yoda probably sensed she was force-sensitive, and scan her midichlorians. Finding the count to be quite high, they would take her away at the mere age of three to begin her training. She would become a Jedi Knight and preserve the standing peace of one-thousand years over the galaxy with her fellow warriors. She would never have any memory of her home world, or her family.

But it was best this way. The Jedi Knight was forbidden of such luxuries as love and attachment. Taking future Jedi Knights at the youngest age possible was the best way to secure they would be trained in the ways of the force, in a world both without love and without hate. Genevieve would grow to follow her teachings (which is quite a lot to remember, mind you. To be a Jedi Knight, one must remember what Jediism is, what a Jedi believes, The Three Tenets, The Jedi Code [available in two forms], The Creed, The Sixteen Teachings, and The Twenty-One Maxims.) and she would value these lessons more than her own life.

It would be training as a Jedi Knight where she would meet her Mentor, Master Ryonin Chants, and other Jedi such as Master Qui-Gon Jinn and Master Mace Windu. Genevieve Corr would even meet Master Yoda once or twice before becoming a full Jedi Knight. Least of all, she would meet fellow Jedi-in-training Obi-Wan Kenobi; whom would prove very aggravating to young Genevieve throughout the years.

In the beginning journey of her life, Genevieve would bear witness to horrible things. She would be there to take witness as the Republic fell. She would participate in the Clone Wars and fight in The First Battle of Geonosis. Genevieve Corr would prove over and over again that she was valuable to the universe. She would save countless lives, but end countless more. She would make mistakes and fall into the deep dark pit of despair several times before she even turned twenty-five.

But among the darkness and brutality of it all, somehow Genevieve would find beauty. Sometimes she would need a little push, maybe given some words of wisdom, but she would find it. In all the war and death she would experience, her eyes would also behold more beauty than could ever be thought of existing. She would view such things that she herself would turn a little more beautiful each time. Genevieve Corr would come to spread beauty.

However, even with all of the things she would come to do in her lifetime, Genevieve would have to fight harder yet in order to make her name known. Always out-shadowed by the likes of Obi-Wan, (who, much to Genevieve's distain would turn out to get the story which would enter his name into the history books,) Genevieve never gave up. And it was now, as she slept peacefully in her crib, that the universe must have seen how unfair it would be to the poor infant, as it whispered in the ears of all who would listen one simple word. It was a word to sum up the events that would occur to the child; the innocence it would rip from her grasp as she tried desperately to hold on. There was only one word for such atrociousness:

Iniquitous