Blue Aurora was an asteroid station located in the Outer Rim, tucked in between Hutt Space and ISC space, catering to guests from both and beyond for anyone who wanted a pretty good time. If they had a great time? Even better.
The establishment offered an escape for those wanting or needing; the rich and the bored wanting a ten-stage spa, a winning at Pazaak or Sabaac without actually needing to win; the nervous and the poor who needed to win or a place to lay low while the law chased them elsewhere.
For one Mandalorian it was a place to find one more. Bra’kan Trago was a self-proclaimed descendent of a stalwart line of Mandalorian Protectors all the way from Concord Dawn. If he was as honest as a Mandalorian ought to be then he would prove to be a valuable asset for both Kotii Solus and Srucayr Naskar and the Mandalorians overall.
Finding him would not be easy, however; he was more poor than nervous and all for laying low. Cas figured her best option was to hit up a local cantina that was as much a casino, and more or less of the former or latter depending on what you were here for.
The Crasagio sounded fancy enough and didn’t much care if you were wearing fancy clothes or not. As long as you could pay your way, either a slot machine or high stakes, low shelf or top shelf booze, well, you were a set bet and come on in.
Cas went straight for the bar, gauging her movements with a glass of vodka. It would be a miracle if someone singled her out for a Mandalorian. She was attired in green cargo pants and a grey vest, arms bared and with a red poncho and no helmet. It would take a vod to identify the golden sun brooch as the sigil of Clan Praxor. Trago, I hope...