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"Read 'em and weep, boys."

Smiling beatifically, Raine laid her cards down on the table; the two of sabres, the three of coins and the Idiot himself. An Idiot's Array. The three men sitting at the table groaned, tossing their cards down onto the makeshift table. But there was no malice in their actions, no real anger like there would have been if she'd laid down such a hand in the casinos only a few hundred metres away. That, the Corellian supposed, was one of the advantages in playing for fun rather than credits. "Remind me," one of the men, a mechanic by the name of Ardin, murmured with a wan smile, "Why'd we figure we stood a chance gambling against a Jedi?"

Raine's answer was interrupted by the chirping of her comlink, and, with a apologetic smile at her companions, she abandoned her efforts to scoop up the 'winnings' and grabbed the comlink. "Yeah?" she asked, brushing a wayward strand of blonde hair away from her eyes. Then she paused, eyes widening just a fraction as the voice on the channel murmured into her ear. By the time it was finished, her eyes were narrowing again, and a flicker of irritation flashed across those green and blue orbs as she snapped, "Tell Talon we'll be havin' a lil' talk when I see him again, got it?" She didn't wait for the response, but returned her comlink to its place on her belt as she rose, muttering disparaging comments on that status of Karrde's mental health.

"Sorry boys," she called over her shoulder as she grabbed her jacket, the only concession to armour she ever made, and started toward the door, "Guess I'm foldin' the hand."

Finding a single person on a space station the size of the wheel was an impossible task. Tens of thousands of people flowed along the massive promenades and through the cavernous casinos, and still more lingered on the ships that clung to the station like behemothic parasites. It was like finding a needle the size of a single hair in the heart of a haystack that reached the heavens.

Fortunately, Raine knew the secret to achieving the impossible; it was all a matter of knowing one more thing than anyone else. And what Raine knew was the comlink frequency used by the Wheel's security force.

Pausing but a few steps away from the Car'das ship - the aptly named Idiot's Array - Raine retrieved her comlink. Her slender fingers quickly pried the cover open and began to manipulate the delicate controls within, adjusting the frequency. Of course, the transmissions would be encrypted, but that wasn't a particular worry; her comlink was one of the best available on the invisible market, and if it wasn't capable of breaking ever the simple encryption used by a private security firm then someone'd have the joy of explaining themself to Talon's pet vornskyrs. And, sure enough, when the Corellian lass clipped the cover back into place, the comlink began to crackle with static and interference. Interference that, a heartbeat later, began to resolve itself into a thick, gravelly voice. Other voices quickly followed, lapping over one another like water. Sighing, Raine closed her eyes, drawing upon the techniques she had learnt from the mysterious albino, Kain Fenix, and letting the information wash over her.

Much was gibberish, or simply unimportant. Other bits - like the fact that she herself was under observation from a somewhat bemused security guard some ten metres away - were worth noting for later. But what she was listening for, that took a while to come. Raine didn't mind. She'd learnt patience long ago. And, finally, it came; "The rebel is moving down east-promenande, level 3."

'Sabacc!'

Grinning to herself, Raine clipped the comlink to her jacket's collar - just in case - and set off toward the promenade. She couldn't wait to see Aida's face when she dropped in on her.