What any such searchers would have forgotten was the profusion of plants inside the greenhouse, plants that could be shifted and adjusted and layered to form hidden areas as sheltered and invisible as a military camp in deep forest.

Binalie and Corf had nearly finished setting up their new quarters when Tories and Doriana arrived. "Ah; Master Tories," Binalie said, setting a package of emergency food rations beside three more against a line of tall plants with wide overhanging fronds. "Did you find Doriana? Oh-there you are," he added as he caught sight of Doriana in the dim starlight. "Any trouble?"

"None," Tories said. "I found him bluffing his way past a droid patrol."

"Really," Binalie said. His voice was casual, but Tories could sense the sudden suspicion in his sense. "And how exactly do you bluff battle droids?"

"With the judicious use of false credentials," Doriana told him briefly.

"But never mind that. I have something to show you that should be considerably more interesting. Is there a place where we can have a little more light?"

"I suppose," Binalie said reluctantly. "Master Tories-?"

"Why don't you go ahead and take him downstairs," Tories suggested. "I'll go take a quick look around outside."

"Thank you," Binalie said, sounding a bit relieved. "This way, Master Doriana."

By the time Tories returned from his sweep of the surrounding area, Binalie, Corf, and Doriana had taken up seats in the greenhouse's underground storeroom. "All clear," the Jedi confirmed, lowering the trap door back into place and plunging the space into complete darkness. "Go ahead, Corf."