Tasha Blackmoor
The Countess Technopath
Tasha folded her hands behind her back. Although she was not seriously armed, she still wore her armor. And some of the lighter weapons aside from the lightsabers. Most people had been accustom to the fact the woman dressed more like a soldier then a businesswoman. It was rare to see her in something like a formal dress or standard jedi robes. She had no detest for them. But Tasha was simply made for combat at heart, it was in her nature to be prepared. Perhaps it was exactly this which made her so good at business, always prepared for the worst, always striving for the best.
And always paying attention. She had met a Niemodian, a young one, a businessman already. Doing exceedingly well in his ventures, and had chosen to aid him in such things. However, not only was his intellect clearly an irregularity. But when she met the Niemodian face to face, she'd sensed something. He was not just another Niemodian, even one who did so well for his age. Because this one was force sensitive, quite so even. It was somewhat a surprise he hadn't been approached on the matter before, to her knowledge. But perhaps it was his business position, and his race, that had made that an unlikely scene.
Regardless, Tasha has asked to speak with him. Because she had an offer to make him, this time though, it wouldn't be about business. Tasha wanted to offer that, should he accept, she could teach him in the ways of the force. Or at least, the ways in which she knew. And what she didn't know, she worked with the Grayson Imperium now. There was the possibility one within their ranks would care to assist should he reach the point her teachings were no longer helpful.
And always paying attention. She had met a Niemodian, a young one, a businessman already. Doing exceedingly well in his ventures, and had chosen to aid him in such things. However, not only was his intellect clearly an irregularity. But when she met the Niemodian face to face, she'd sensed something. He was not just another Niemodian, even one who did so well for his age. Because this one was force sensitive, quite so even. It was somewhat a surprise he hadn't been approached on the matter before, to her knowledge. But perhaps it was his business position, and his race, that had made that an unlikely scene.
Regardless, Tasha has asked to speak with him. Because she had an offer to make him, this time though, it wouldn't be about business. Tasha wanted to offer that, should he accept, she could teach him in the ways of the force. Or at least, the ways in which she knew. And what she didn't know, she worked with the Grayson Imperium now. There was the possibility one within their ranks would care to assist should he reach the point her teachings were no longer helpful.