There was only one place on Kasiya a Taldryan member could go and have true privacy: the Fortress of the Scions, affectionately referred to as the “Old Folks’ Home” by anyone who mattered. Hidden away in a top-secret location, it was a combination of social club, base of operations, and trophy hall for the Taldrya’s previous adventures.
Naturally, it also had the best bar in the system.
The Fortress and its bar were considered a heavy “do not pass go, go straight to death jail” neutral zone, sacred amongst the Scions of Taldryan since the destruction of their previous shop in Kr'Tal. They’d waited years to finally setup shop in the Caelus System after Karufr was glassed, even going to so far as to intrude on and cause havoc at Spanky’s Bar on Chyron while the Taldryan Citadel was still a thing. Now Jorm ran that little ecumenopolis moon, doing with it what he wanted. With nowhere else to go, the Scions and their mates waited until Taldryan settled Kasiya, promptly erecting a fortress in their own name and filling it with extravagant and sometimes inappropriate furnishings, a secure command operations center, and the aforemented best bar.
Despite being a Taldrya himself, Zxyl Bes'uliik’s visits to the Old Folks’ Home had dwindled since the Mandalorian took the gig on The Council and the tensions between him and the Taldryan Republic became strained, putting some distance between himself and his closest allies and friends. Although the Fortress’ status as a neutral zone meant he had the freedom to visit whenever he wanted, the Dathomirian-Mandalorian was just so fucking busy.
Today, thankfully, was not one of those days. The Mandalorian General had time to spare for a visit, booking a room for the night in which he planned to unwind… as much as the enigmatic and stoic man could, that is. He entered the bar - relatively empty, the night still fresh and young - with Aisha on his side. It was the Zeltron-Hapan hybrid’s first ever trip to the Fortress, but she’d heard the stories; and planned to make hers memorable. While the Regent obviously wore his armor to the occasion, as he usually did, Aisha was dressed in her corset dress.
Conveniently, Erinyes was already at the Fortress—and for once, stocking the bar faster than she was draining it. The establishment of Kasiya Estates Distillers and Vintners meant that in addition to the rare and imported liquors the various Taldrya preferred, there was a steady supply of “pretty good” booze for when the Scions were too far into their cups to care exactly what it was they were drinking. Or, in Erinyes’ case, she could have an endless supply of her favourite drink because she literally made it herself.
Ah, the benefits of Scion-dom.
Anyway, all this meant that Erinyes was around when Zxyl and Aisha arrived. She popped up from behind the bar when she sensed an unfamiliar presence in the Force, then waved at the two.