[i]Sithspawn![/i] Rex thought to himself as he climbed out of the air taxi. [i]Even the industrial sector is lit up with those garish neon holo-signs.[/i] Peering out over the crowds, he searched for the distinct, coral-looking, helmet his quarry was known for wearing. Failing to spot that, he searched again, this time looking for the blue skin and hair that marked the Chiss species. While he managed to spot several blue-skinned beings in the crowd, there was not a Chiss among them.

"Lose someone?" a voice asked, in heavily accented Basic.

Rex turned to see who had addressed him and found himself face-to-face with a green skinned Rodian.

"You might say that," Rex confirmed. The Rodian looked him up and down.

"You a Sith?"

Rex scowled. He'd made somewhat of a controversial choice when he'd decided to use black cloth and dark-brown synth-leather to craft his Jedi robes, and this had been the result.

"I'm a Jedi," Rex corrected the Rodian, "and I'm looking for this person." He pulled out his holo from beneath his cloak and activated it. The Rodian studied the hologram for a moment and slowly nodded.

"Yeah," he said, "I saw someone like that, just a few moments ago too." The scowl that had come over Rex's face instantly vanished.

"Did you see where they went?"

"Well that depends," replied the Rodian slyly, holding out an empty hand. Rex's scowl returned. He understood, information in this case wasn't supposed to be given for free. He tucked his holo back beneath his cloak, then casually passed a hand in front of the Rodian's face.

"You don't want my money," Rex asserted. The sly expression on the Rodian's face faded away and his hand dropped back down to his side.

"I dont' want your money," the Rodian repeated.

"You want to tell me where they went," Rex continued, passing his hand in front of the Rodian again.

"I want to tell you where they went," the Rodian repeated, raising his hand and pointing over the crowds to an open doorway, flanked by two members of the Hutt Cartel Security Force.

"Thank you," said Rex, turning to go. "Oh," he stopped, "one more thing." He turned back to face the Rodian, and passed his hand in front of his vacant eyes for a third time. "You want to go home and rethink your life."

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Glancing innocuously down the hallway from a safe distance, Rex noted that it seemed to dead-end at a sealed blast door. Looking over the building's facade, he guessed it was probably the front of a small warehouse. Reaching out through the Force, he could sense the presence a powerful darkness, probably the Sith he was looking for. The situation felt almost like a trap. Checking to be sure that no one was watching, he made his way over to the side of the building and ducked into the narrow alley that separated it from the adjacent structures. With a series of Force-assisted leaps, he managed to bring himself up onto the roof of the warehouse.

Making his way stealthily over to one of the roof access hatches, he used the Force to open the lock and climbed inside. The warehouse was divided into two levels by a floor of metal grates, suspended above the base level. Various cargo containers were haphazardly stacked about on both levels, but Rex managed to find a path through them towards the sounds of a deep rumbling voice speaking in Huttese. He followed the voice to the front of the warehouse, where the second level ended about twenty meters shy of the front wall. Hiding in the shadows cast by the cargo crates, he saw the Sith conversing with a Hutt.