Looking out at the world, one would never know that it had once been destroyed by one of the most powerful Sith Lords that ever lived. The restoration project had taken centuries, and in some ways was still underway, but Telos IV was a beautiful world once more. Even the capital city was beautiful in its own way. It told the story of life after a war, the rebuilding that was possible even after an entire planet had been destroyed by the followers of the Dark Side of the Force. That even if they won a few battles, they would never win the war.
Of course, that was almost entirely lost on Kanner at the moment. He was sitting in the middle of a seedy cantina playing a friendly game of sabacc. And winning. He rarely went for the big pot at the end of a game, and instead chose to cash in on the hand pots unless something happened and he managed a remarkable hand. If he played his cards right, he could win more than enough with the hand pots to keep his ship flying for another few weeks, and food in his stomach. Maybe a drink or two to wash the food down with. All with just a few hours work playing a game that he thoroughly enjoyed. And he only used the Force a little, when he knew someone else was cheating.
Kanner came up on a hand of twenty, not the twenty-three needed to win the big pot, but it had been high enough to win the hand pot this time. He grinned as one of the players grumbled about having been close to a twenty-three. One didn't need to have the Force to know when one's opponent was piecing something together. Though, it did help when those he was playing against didn't even bother to hide what they were doing. It hadn't taken him long to figure out that there was only one player at the table that he would need to worry about. And so far, he had been able to keep them at bay. Mostly. He'd lost a few hands to ensure the game went on, but it hadn't been a terrible loss. He was careful with what he had, no need to be reckless.
He leaned back in his chair as new cards were dealt, he had a trash hand so far, though he did slide one card into the interference zone. He could put two there, but there was only one he could see being useful down the road. With that, he put just enough in the pot to stay in the game and then studied those around him with a few casual glances. The player to his left had almost nothing, a trash hand as bad as his. The player to his right thought she had a good hand, and even raised the bet. The player across from him, however, now they were a threat. Kanner had difficulty reading them, he didn't know what kind of hand they had, and he wasn't about to probe with the Force. Not yet.
So, he bet just enough to stay in the game, not touching his emergency stash at all yet. If it got to that point, he'd be sure to leave the game and call it a day. He glanced down at his cards, still nothing solid. Though he did have another card he knew he could use, he slid it into the interference zone as well. This might not be a lost hand, after all, maybe he could pull out a win. Or at least something that he could call a win. Only time would tell on that front, but for now, he'd keep playing. A few rounds went by, he wasn't about to let this hand go, not when it was getting interesting. He was protecting the pot for the moment, and only betting the bare minimum, a plan was forming in his head.
His plan, it seemed, would not come to fruition. The woman to his right came up on twenty-one, Kanner glanced at his cards and grinned. He stopped the woman from taking the hand pot and revealed his own cards, twenty-two. "Close only counts in hand grenades, I'm afraid." He began stacking the chips and adding them to his pile, cursing the bad luck as his carefully laid plans fell through. Still, he had the hand pot. The woman to his right, however, didn't care for his winning the pot.
"You're cheating!" Kanner could feel the tension rising, not just through the Force, but in the air. And he already decided he was going to put a stop to it. A wave of his hand and a gentle nudge from the Force, "You don't want to go for your blaster." He said calmly, taking a sip from his nearly empty drink. "I don't want to go for my blaster." Came the reply, as expected. Another wave of his hand; "You want to sit down and continue the game peacefully." She sat back down, restacking her chips. "I want to sit down, and continue this game peacefully." Kanner grinned and waited for the cards to be dealt.