Thaerex used the Force and the sound of his companion's cursing to guide him through the smoke and dust that now filled the room. He had to reach her before the smoke cleared. For his plan to work he couldn't risk their pursuers hearing her. He spied the faint reddish glow of her eyes before he reached her. She'd landed in a corner of the room near what looked like an overturned reception desk.

"What the FRACK is wrong with you!?" Theva snapped, clutching her shoulder. She inhaled sharply, in preparation for what Thaerex was confident would be a new stream of expletives. Thaerex quickly got around behind her and clamped a hand down over her mouth to cut her off. He dragged her behind the overturned desk.  Moments later, the bright beams of searchlights came flooding through the open doors to the building. The lights fell on the flaming wreck of the crashed taxi-speeder, followed by a voice shouting in Huttese.

"That idiot must have thought he could fly straight through and give us the slip!" said the voice. "Looks like he found out his mistake the hard way!"

"Any survivors?" called out another voice.

"No way," the first voice replied. "The speeder's a flaming wreck."

"Alright, then let's get out of here," said the second voice. "The sub levels always make me nervous."

The searchlights snapped off and Thaerex listened as the whine of the speeders' engines faded into the distance.