Dathomir System - Present Day
Kaine Australis, aboard his flagship, had been on an inspection tour of Dathomir and the defence arrangements. After a quick exercise with the planetary defences against his vessel, the crew were winding down, fighters and other craft were now returning to their hangars, and watches were being changed, as the new duty crew came on shift.
The General was looking over some reports, while he waited for notification that his visitor had arrived. Kaine had chosen to meet him here, aboard his flagship, both as a sign of trust, and to show what his Clan and Mandalore had to offer the Mando'ade. After all, clan chieftains should try to be on good terms, for the troops' sake.
Kaine fiddled with the datapad he was holding, then handed it off to a naval lieutenant, who made himself scarce, leaving the General to wander the bridge, waiting for the guest to be shown from the landing bay to the main command bridge.
Stashed away in a locker at the rear of the bridge, unbeknownst to all but Kaine and the chief petty officer who'd stowed it there for the General was a bottle of 274 year old tihaar, pre burn, as they called the vintages that survived from before the cataclysms. Very old, very powerful, very expensive Tihaar. Only the very best would do. This was a meeting of men who had shed each others' blood, and gained mutual respect.