It was a modest home, but it was her own. She had bought it shortly after BIT had taken off. She had the wealth to buy herself a luxury penthouse, but she chose instead a small home in a rather boring and unremarkable neighborhood. What she had liked about it was the large yards both front and back, and all the space she had to do her own gardening. Ever since she had left the Sith, she hadn’t accessed the towers in Korriban where she had tended to a garden. That garden had existed since the time of Andraste, with someone every generation there to care for it. Not very many people knew about Tasha’s rather dull hobby, and it was very far removed from her life as a Sith or a dancer. It was even out of the ordinary for the CEO of a multimillion credit company. None of these thoughts intruded her mind as she got to work, hunched over a flower bed she had been planting. Her clothes were muddy, and sweat lined her skin from being under the sun all day. Today was one of her day’s off, and she planned to enjoy it to the fullest by engaging in her favorite activity. The window to her house was open nearby, and she could hear the Holonews from out here. There was a broadcast about the Sith Emperor and the moves he had been making, along with the rise of his council. The Mandalorians were mentioned here and there, their antics always causing ripples throughout the galaxy. Tasha’s thoughts lingered for a moment on the Emperor, thinking back to how long it had been since they met. She pushed the thought aside, her focus back on a plant that was being particularly difficult. The soil wasn’t cooperating, and she was working hard to create the proper base. Tasha didn’t anticipate anyone really bothering her today, and her thoughts were far away from work.