Well this mission was certainly turning out to be more exciting than expected! He followed behind the Chiss as they sprinted out of the spice refinery. A volley of blaster bolts chased them out into the street and the sound of all those feet carrying all those weapons followed. The Sith seemed to be calling on the Force to allow her to put as much distance as possible between her and their pursuers, Thaerex did the same.

After several abrupt turns, Thaerex followed her into a crevasse, created between stacks of large supply crates. There they crouched down in the shadows and waited as their pursuers caught up to them. For a moment they could hear the voices of the Exchange thugs just outside their hiding place.

"Which way did they go?!"

"Did you see them?!"

"We better find them!"

"I think they went this way!"

It was several minutes before the sounds of their footfalls faded off into the distance. It was only a moment after that that the Sith got to her feet and offered a hand to help Thaerex up.

"They're gone, I think," she said. Tharex took the proffered hand and allowed her to help pull him to his feet.

"But," she continued, "better not to stick around and find out." Thaerex silently nodded and went to follow her out of their refuge.

He was looking down the street, in the direction the thugs had gone, when he heard the clicking of safeties being disengaged and the whine of blaster coils warming up. He grimaced as he heard the Chiss snarling something in her native tongue, then he turned to see her staring down the barrel of a carbine being held by a Rodian in armor emblazoned with the emblem of the Hutt Cartel Security Force. The Sith glanced back over her shoulder at Thaerex.

"Suggestions?" she said in a low voice he hoped only he could hear. Without saying anything, he reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. Gently he pulled her back and stepped in front of her, placing himself between her and the security force agents.

"Is there a problem?" Thaerex asked.

"This is a restricted area," the Rodian replied. "You're trespassing."

"My apologies, friend," said Thaerex. "My associate and I were running from some nasty-looking thugs who'd threatened to rob us which forced us to hide here." He raised his hands as if to show he was unarmed and at their mercy. But as he did so, he made a peculiar gesture with his right hand as he raised it.

"We'll get out of your way, there's no need for trouble," assured Thaerex.

"You'll get of our way, there's no nee-," the Rodian was cut-off as his holo-emitter chirped on his utility belt. Thaerex cursed silently as the Rodian reached down to answer it.

"Believe me," the Sith added quickly, "the last thing we want is trouble."

As the Rodian unclipped the holo-emitter from his belt, Thaerex noticed one of the containers nearby bore the intergalactic symbol for pressurized and flammable contents.

When activated, the security agent's holo-emitter displayed the image of a Twi'lek male.

"The Great Javvaxxa the Hutt," the image began, "wishes all Hutt Security Agents to be on the lookout for a female Sith warrior." For a moment, the Twi'lek's image was replaced by an image of Thaerex's companion in her distinctive armor. "She is suspected to be in the company of another Sith. If you encounter them, they are armed and extremely dangerous. Shoot to kill."

Thaerex wasted no time, he stepped back and clenched his fist, using the Force to rupture the pressurized container beside the security agents. Noxious looking gas began to hiss forth, engulfing the agents. Thaerex turned to his companion.

"I suggest we run," he said, before sprinting off down the street. Behind them he heard the Rodian shout, "No wait!" before the sound of a blaster being discharged was followed by an explosion.