Moss was about to finish his last few forkfuls of scrambled eggs, that originated from a different planet, when CP-30 burst into the dining hall. "Master, master, look at my new arms," he said, waving his arms. "And look, I can split them so there are four arms." CP-30 demonstrated.

"Wow, that's really neat," said Moss shoving a forkful of eggs into his mouth. Moss noticed Yam standing behind CP-30. "I don't know how I will be able to repay you."

"I have an idea about how you can repay me," said Yam taking a seat across from Moss. "But have you decided if you will take the tunnel?"

Moss took another bite of eggs and nodded. When he swallowed he replied, "I don't have much of a choice."

"Great! I will prepare the task force right away." Yam got up from his seat.

"Wait a minute. A task force?" asked Moss, taking the last bite of his eggs.

"Well yeah. Anybody with a brain would take a Jedi who fell into their hands and use him or her for a good cause. Look, all I want you to do, is help my people get deep enough into the Enclave and take out a few of their systems. Once their systems are out, the place will be left in the dark, making your escape easier." Yam paused and let Moss think about it for a while. Yam could tell his story was only persuading the Jedi a little. "You may even think of it as paying us back for your droid's arms."

"Ok, then," Moss conceded. "When do we leave?"

"Tonight."

Moss hung around the hangar for the rest of the day watching the droids and people fix the ships. CP-30 was by his side, admiring his new arms. Yam came from behind them, "When the ceiling door opens, is when you will leave."

"I just want to thank you for all the hospitality you have shown us today," said Moss.

"It was nothing, really. We pick up droid parts all the time," said Yam. A group clustered around a Z-95 Headhunter backed away from it and watched as the engines fired up. They cheered and walked to another battered ship.

Moss laughed at the sight. "I take it the repairs are going smoothly."

"Quite contraire, my Bothan friend. That ship was the third this week to be fixed. Those Imperials did quite a number on us."

"Oh, I see." Moss looked up as a loud grinding noise emanated from the ceiling. The door was opening. "I better get down there."

"I better take you, you don't know the way." Moss followed Yam and CP-30, as usual, tagged behind. They got to the mouth of the tunnel, where fifty people stood in an orderly line. Yam led Moss to the commanding officer. "This is the officer; he will tell you when you can depart."

Moss nodded. "Well, I guess we should hurry," said Moss. "Good bye, Yam." Yam waved and Moss walked down the tunnel. The officer was on his side and CP-30 was in back. Moss ignited his lightsaber for some more light. An orange glow splashed on everything around. They came to a part of the tunnel where it went straight up. A ladder provided a means to go up.

Moss was stopped by the officer. "I just want to remind you that I will tell you when you can go. If you disobey, keep in mind that the entire Organization knows you're with us and will shoot you down if you leave before you are told. Am I clear?"

Moss nodded and the officer let him go up first. Moss turned off his lightsaber and climbed the ladder. He could sense CP-30 making use of his four arms and climbing with all of them. He came to a circular door. And opened it just enough to see on the other side. Moss saw a lone stormtrooper standing with his back towards Moss. Moss carefully opened the door and snuck inside. He came up to the stormtrooper and ignited his lightsaber. The snap hiss made the stormtrooper turn around and Moss slashed him across the chest.

"Come on," Moss whispered. CP-30 crawled out like a spider with all of his arms. Then the captain and the rest of the task force came out. Moss could hear the door latch shut. "Where to now?"

The officer pulled out a datapad and pointed to a hall. "That way." They walked down the hall with Moss and the officer in the lead. A squad of stormtroopers making their usual round came around the corner. Moss ignited his lightsaber and sliced the first three. The team shot four more down and Moss deflected the last one's shot and sliced him down. After the last one hit the ground an alarm sounded.

"We're caught!" shouted the officer.

"No, none of the stormtroopers made any calls," said Moss. "It must be for some place else in the Enclave."

"Someone could have seen us on security holos," suggested CP-30.

"Well whatever it is, we have to hurry," said Moss. Everyone ran down the hall, which was unusually empty due to the alarm.

"In here," said the officer. He opened the door and walked in. Moss followed and so did the rest of the task force. Inside the room were two technicians. The task force shot them down. A member of the task force sealed all the entrances into the room. And the officer said, "You can leave now, we can handle it from here."

Moss closed his eyes and concentrated. Soon another image of him appeared. "Here, this might help you. I used the Force to make a copy of me. It can't kill anybody, but it might intimidate them or possibly scare them away. I would hurry though, once my concentration is broken, it will disappear."

"Thanks," said the officer.