After receiving a troubling message from her ex, Spike, Drucilla leaves the party in the middle of the night to make her way to Socorro. The next day Fin makes contact with the Shistavanen government and convinces them to send an ambassador to Sullust to talk about helping the Rebellion efforts. On Sullust Fin is immediately greeted by his aids and promoted for his role in the Outbreak on Chan’tak II, and further praised for trying to bring the Shistavanen into the war.
Dr. Zarkov is brought up to speed on the B-wing prototype he’s helping to develop as it turns out the Tu’anty twins have taken it out for flight tests. Marqes and Ember turn their attention to the rock and much to their surprise it has turned the chunk of metal it was attached to into a rather sharp and sinister knife. Marqes noticing a disturbing amount of resistance to his lightscalpel as he removes as much of the metal from the rock as possible. Leaving it to look like one sinister box cutter.
Unable to determine too much more of the origin of the rock, Ember and R5 instead look into upgrading The Javelin’s sensors to track down the rock’s specific radiation. Through a lot of hardwork they manage to fully upgrade the sensors and are confidant in their ability to track the remaining pieces.
Swamped by meaningless paperwork Fin obviously longs to be out on missions, and desperately looks for something else to do besides paperwork and Ratjole sitting. He learns of an infiltration mission to Carrida but due to the fact that Vader and his flagship, the super star destroyer Executor, are there at the moment he backs out of the mission. Zarkov also finds out that smuggler ships used by the Alliance have recently gone missing around Carrida, giving them twice as much reason to actually go there.
However, wishing to play things safe the party instead decides to escort the Shistavanen ambassador back to Uvena Prime. While there they use the newly upgraded sensors to track the path of the other three meteor fragments and calculate what planets they would have probably collided with.
As it turns out the meteorites most likely landed on Dagobah, Dantooine, and Carrida. The Carrida meteorite now giving them three reasons to go there, however our brave party of rebels pussies out and head straight for Dantooine.
On Dantooine the party discovers the long abandoned ruins of a rebel base. Finding that the meteorite crashed there they search until they find a secret underground tunnel. Within the tunnel they come face to face with a strange alien Sith no one possibly has the historical knowledge to recognize. Still this red alien with a black tattooed face advises them to leave the master to his rest and ignites his red lightsaber to show he means business.
Ratjole foolishly tries to shoot him with a blaster bolt only to have it reflected right back at him and it wounds his leg. Fin and Ratjole retreat to the ship while Marqes, Hanz, and Ember remain to try and figure out what to do. After somehow realizing this was some sort of droid with a hologram system they unsuccessfully try to take it out with restraining bolts.
Finally taking the time to convince the robot they are not there to disturb the master, Hanz gets PROXY to agree to let them into the tomb just to retrieve the meteor that has disturbed the master’s rest. PROXY agrees but threatens to kill Hanz if it turns out they are lying.
As they approach the door the droid was guarding they notice the inscription, “Here lies Galen Marek , founder of The Rebellion.” Inside it appears the meteor did crash right into the tomb. As they push away the fractured stone slabs covering Galen’s coffin they discover the body and the meteor are gone.
Distraught over failing the master twice now, PROXY rips out wires and circuits from his own chasis and finally slices his own head in two with his lightsaber. After defiling the robotic corpse, they learn of a starship, the Lumpy Bantha, was stolen on planet from a nearby village around the time of the meteor crash. Thus leaving our PCs with even more questions and pondering what seem like insurmountable odds.