Moss looked around his robes for pockets he knew didn't exist. "I wish I had some macrobinoculars," he said. He couldn't see any specific details about the Enclave like if there were any doors or windows.

"I picked up over 13 squads of stormtroopers patrolling the border," said CP-30. "And I see there are two visible entrances. Both are heavily guarded."

Moss stomped the ground in frustration. "Thanks, Seepee," he said. From the side of the Enclave, five dark figures sped away from the building and over the edge of the mesa that the Enclave stood on. Moss assumed that they were speeder bikes. Moss stared for a minute longer and another five speeder bikes were dispatched. "Come on, Seepee, we have to go before the speeder bikes find us."

Moss took a step forward and CP-30 asked, "Sir, what are you doing?"

Moss turned around. "Climbing over the edge of the canyon," he answered. "If we don't hurry the rising sun will shine into the canyon, making it easier to spot us. We have to do it while there is still a shadow in the canyon."

"But sir, I don't have any arms," said CP-30.

Moss looked at his armless droid, and then over the edge of the canyon. "You see that ledge? I will climb down to that ledge and then lift you down with the Force." He took a step forward, and climbed to the ledge. The climb down didn't last long and wasn't as hard as it appeared. He looked up at CP-30 and closed his eyes. CP-30 lifted up and then down onto the ledge. "There," said Moss.

Moss looked over the edge to see if there was another ledge just like the one they were on. His search was cut short by CP-30 screaming. Moss whirled around and pulled out his lightsaber, but did not light it. At the mouth of a cave, which he didn't see before, were seven people with blasters pointed at Moss. The man in the center stepped forward and said, "Who are you? You're not an Imperial are you?"

"Me? Oh, no, I am running from them," replied Moss.

"Then why are you going to the Imperial Enclave?" retorted the man. Moss was silent Why were they going to the Imperial Enclave. The man lifted his blaster higher. Moss, in return, put his thumb over the ignition button of his lightsaber. That tiny motion took the man's attention. "You're a Jedi? Well, then, you aren't an Imperial, you're running from them." The man's tone changed from serious to almost delighted, and he lowered his blaster. But his associates didn't. "I am Yam," said the man, "the leader of this smuggling organization." He put an arm around Moss and led him into the cave. Yam's associates put away their weapons and so did Moss. "Who are you, Jedi?"

"I am Moss Plot'ki and this is CP-30, my droid I built," responded Moss.

Yam looked at CP-30. "It looks like he has seen better days. I have people who can fix him right away." Moss nodded and CP-30 was led down a separate corridor in the cave. The cave was dark, but the lights started to make their appearance the deeper they went in.

"So you're a smuggling group?" asked Moss. He didn't feel right leaving his droid to a people he hardly knew. Especially smugglers.

"You haven't heard of the Yam Organization?" asked Yam with surprise and an attack on his pride echoing in the cave. "Well, I guess you wouldn't have. We are relatively small as far as smuggling groups go. The Yam Organization was created by me and my three other brothers. We're quadruplets. The Yam Organization is a planet wide group. Or in this case moon wide." Yam chuckled. "Our headquarters are on the other side of the moon. This is just secret outpost. Here, we make sure the Imperials behave. Sometimes they like to beat up on our ships." He paused to turn the corner. "So tell me, why were you trying to go to the Imperial Enclave?"

Moss told him the whole story starting with his mission to Bestine IV during the Clone Wars. "… And we thought the Imperial Enclave was our only ticket out of here," Moss finished.

"And unfortunately, it still is," said Yam. "Like I said before, the Imperials like to beat up on our smuggling ships, so all of our ships are currently severely damaged. And we can't count on HQ sending a ship, because my brothers cut off all smuggling traffic for Smuggler's Canyon until half of our ships are repaired."

"You're trusting me way too much than you should," said Moss.

"No, your story explains why there are more speeder bikes than usual, and no Imperial would carry around that piece of junk with them. No offense, I do realize that you were limited with your resources. And you did a great job under those circumstances," he added quickly. They turned into an enormous room with a wide variety of ships in it. Only a few had droids and people grouped around it, no doubt trying to get the ships fixed. Moss looked up and saw a huge metal door as the roof. Yam noticed Moss staring at it. "That's how the ships get in and out. Even though it is well covered by the trees, we still only keep it open at night."

Moss nodded and they walked out of the room. "We may have a solution to your problem, though," said Yam. "We found a cave that leads right into the Imperial Enclave. It isn't protected at all." Moss nodded again. "Well I will let you think about it. But now you must be starving."

Yam led Moss into a beautifully decorated banquet hall. Tables were randomly placed through out the room. And near one wall was a buffet with chefs tending to the food. Some people were already eating at some tables. "I hope you don't mind if I leave you," said Yam after his comlink buzzed. "But I have to be some place right now. Just take a plate and pile on anything you want."

Yam left and Moss walked over to the buffet. Moss took a plate and found that the buffet had a lot of exotic foods from exotic places. Moss was feeling adventurous today so he took almost everything he didn't recognize. After he was done choosing his food he walked over to a table and thought about the tunnel Yam had described.