Casino Mischief

[Insoulent]

The War had recently ended, and now the rest of the Galaxy began to pick up the pieces. Arkantos sat alone near the counter of one of the bars upon the Wheel, sipping a warm glass of ne'tra gal, a traditional mandalorian alcoholic beverages. Just some hours before he had been fighting against the Sith Empire, and now here he was, hiding amungst a crowd of celebrating citizens. "Cheers!" a rowdy drunk patron yelled, sticking his drink infront of Arkantos' rather serious face. Arkantos' eyes shifted to the belligerent drunk man, as he uncharismatically brought his drink up to touch glass with the other. "You know my brother fought on Coruscant, he's an Imperial Officer. He's a hero! He's the talk of our town back on.." Arkantos didn't give the man a chance to finish his sentence as he got up and walked away.

"Psh. A hero?!" the Jedi thought to himself. Then again, it is the winners that write the history books. Arkantos lifted his cloak and walked down through the corridors of the space station. Arkantos had managed to fight off and evade a group of Imperial soldiers while the rest of the city fell. While Arkantos secured the evacuation of many of the planet's citizens, he was no fool in trying to fight off every last Imperial he saw. He knew the Jedi would go into hiding, and the remaining Alliance forces would be dissolved. The Mandalorians would probably focus on taking smaller worlds now, maybe even go back into seclusion to their own worlds, but with no War to speak of, they had no real purpose now. He could go back home and hide with his clan, if they accepted him...or be killed. Maybe he could hide in the mountain ranges, were few Mandalorians bothered to go. He could travel and continue his plan to meet other force users, and learn from them, maybe even find more of his Jedi brethren. He had a plethora of options to choose from, yet no real path was clear to him other than stop being stationary.

With the War at an end, Arkantos was free to do as he pleased, so long as he stay hidden from Imperial worlds. He'd be safe on the Wheel, if not for a short while longer, he was sure the Empire would begin Jedi search parties soon. But to go anywhere, he'd need money. His talents as a Jedi would allow him to tilt the games on the ship to his favor. If only to gain enough money to get off the stationary ship, and onto somewhere less... populated. For now, he had to keep his identity as a Jedi hidden, his hilt placed neatly on his back strap, as to not alert other patrons of his possible Jedi affiliation. For now, he'd try his luck in the Grand Casino, a popular casino were he was sure to make a few quick creds. He sat down on a relatively new table, with only two other betters on the table. He took his place as a waitress took his order, no ne'tra gal here, so he ordered a whiskey, and threw some chips on the table, "60 credits on 24." He could use the Force to alter the shift in this game, it would be rather easy. He could gather some minor funds here, enough to get him a ship ride off. The game: the jubilee wheel.

 

[Insoulent]

" 50. House wins, sorry gentlemen." the dealer said, as he began to scrape the chips back into his position. Arkantos' face lost no emotion, as he looked at the board once more, while more betters joined the table. He threw another few chips on the table. "100 Credits on 57." Arkantos said, as the rest of the men threw their own. The dealer rolled once more, as the ball slowly went to finish.

"2. The Zabrak gentleman here in purple seems to have won. Congratulations sir." the dealer said, as the Zabrak took in his winnings with a wide grin. Arkantos simply groaned with the rest of the men as they lost their chips. "This one's it." he thought, as he looked around the table nervously keeping his grin. "All in on 10." he said almost nervous to give up his last amount of credits, all a rouse of course. He crossed his arms, as the rest of the group groaned and gasped as he did so, though he kept his eyesight fixated on the table. The others all threw their chips in, a pot of nearly 5,000 credits. The dealer threw the ball, and as it landed on the board, Arkantos secretly placed his hand out, allowing him to take control of the spinning ball. As it neared it's final push, Arkantos then manipulated the Force surrounding the ball, forcing it to bounce from one side of the spinner to the other, as it finally landed on 10. He won. His eyes grew wide, as his jaw dropped. "Winner... this gentlemen in the black robes. Congratulations, sir." Arkantos' surprisingly looked around the crowd, who all stayed silent almost intimidated sight. To them... him... in black robes. Did they take him for a Sith? Arkantos then took advantage. As he took his earnings, he walked away, as he lifted his robe's hood. He took a seat near the bar as he ordered another drink. He would be able to find a nice transport out of there, and still have enough money to survive for a while, though where he would go now was the predicament. A quiet place, a planet he could hide easily within the local population, but also vast as to be secluded. Or, a city planet full of people, he was sure there would be a large influx of war refugees on the major planets. He could take advantage of that. But first, the drink would have to be finished. His vision of the future silencing the sounds of war in his head.

 

[Insoulent]

Arkantos left his tip on the counter, getting up as he made his way to the exit of the Casino floor, and out to the main floor of the Wheel, and looked for his transport off-ship. He had decided to head to Roon, home. With the War over, the Jedi were in shambles, and Tython along with the Order were gone. Roon was the only other home he ever knew, and to return to it now... Why not? Most of the Mandalorian and Imperial forces were still in the Core, more than likely recouping from the large battle. He could easily make his way back and visit, before the main forces returned. The plan was simple enough. Still, it could run into it's complications, but he had no where else to really go for now, plus he figured his old armor might come in handy in the coming months. He was determined now.

He eventually found a transport shuttle, nothing fancy, but a reliable one at least. A smuggler would do it for 1000 credits, and Arkantos had faith in the young scoundrel. He kept his identity a secret from the Smuggler, best to keep it that way. And like that, Arkantos would go into hiding... for now.