Claire Organa
Contessa CEO
Where should she start? Claire looked down at the recorder the little green light in the corner flashing that it was waiting. Her father, Simon had just finished explaining the family ties to Alderaan.
Claire just did not know how to react to it all, she was 27 years old and to find out now that she really did have relatives, that her real name was Treadway, it was Organa. Even as her father had said the name Claire could feel all the burden and history that came with it.
Over twenty years ago there had been an assassination of her Uncle, the Duke of House Organa. The head of the House, so strange to think in these terms. On the night that he betrothed his eldest daughter to the son of House Panteer. Clair just knew she wouldn't get all these names right. Anyhow on that night they were all killed, except for two daughters. Her father said there is a third daughter but it was never revealed whether she was dead or alive.
Claire couldn't imagine a life where someone would actually want to kill you because of a marriage contract. Course her father didn't know if that was the reason, there was so much speculation he said.
Claire looked out the window of her bedroom, she had a one bedroom apartment over the store location, she lived her for a few reasons. One. It was close to work. 2. She could watch to make sure no one broke in. 3. She liked being away from her parents, even though she did very little that they wouldn't approve of.
But here in her room looking out over Balmorra the distant lights of all the munitions plants, the endless hum that filled the air all the time. They didn't ever seem to stop making weapon around here. And the ships that came and went, amazed her.
She only left Balmorra for business, and business was good here on Balmorra. Expansion was on the horizon, she just didn't know which would come through first. And then there was the ultimate goal looming out there waiting for her to achieve a goal or two.
Eh none of this had anything to do with what she had learned tonight.
Claire Treadway, was actually Claire Organa, Countess of Alderaan. Alderaan they studied it in school everyone had marveled at the sights, the history. Now. She was part of it, and did not know if she wanted to be.
Claire could hear her father in another room he was actually trying to talk to the Queen of Alderaan, how did he even know where to look? Had he known all along?
Damn
Claire just did not know how to react to it all, she was 27 years old and to find out now that she really did have relatives, that her real name was Treadway, it was Organa. Even as her father had said the name Claire could feel all the burden and history that came with it.
Over twenty years ago there had been an assassination of her Uncle, the Duke of House Organa. The head of the House, so strange to think in these terms. On the night that he betrothed his eldest daughter to the son of House Panteer. Clair just knew she wouldn't get all these names right. Anyhow on that night they were all killed, except for two daughters. Her father said there is a third daughter but it was never revealed whether she was dead or alive.
Claire couldn't imagine a life where someone would actually want to kill you because of a marriage contract. Course her father didn't know if that was the reason, there was so much speculation he said.
Claire looked out the window of her bedroom, she had a one bedroom apartment over the store location, she lived her for a few reasons. One. It was close to work. 2. She could watch to make sure no one broke in. 3. She liked being away from her parents, even though she did very little that they wouldn't approve of.
But here in her room looking out over Balmorra the distant lights of all the munitions plants, the endless hum that filled the air all the time. They didn't ever seem to stop making weapon around here. And the ships that came and went, amazed her.
She only left Balmorra for business, and business was good here on Balmorra. Expansion was on the horizon, she just didn't know which would come through first. And then there was the ultimate goal looming out there waiting for her to achieve a goal or two.
Eh none of this had anything to do with what she had learned tonight.
Claire Treadway, was actually Claire Organa, Countess of Alderaan. Alderaan they studied it in school everyone had marveled at the sights, the history. Now. She was part of it, and did not know if she wanted to be.
Claire could hear her father in another room he was actually trying to talk to the Queen of Alderaan, how did he even know where to look? Had he known all along?
Damn
