Deep within the discarded debris from the old Palace, the living quarters which had been destroyed about a year previously, a light turned on. It was a small green indicator light, which belonged to a tiny homing beacon. It accepted the command codes given it from far away, and beamed one tight band tranmission, heavily encrypted to the point of incomprehension, to the stars.

After that it reverted to short burst transmissions at a low frequency every ten seconds. It could only be picked up if one were walking over the pile of rubble, and were looking for it. It's placement was imprecisely with Lilaena De'Ville's belongings, which had all been inside the Sith Palace when it had blown sky high. She had been rescued from the rubble, but her belongings, however few there were, had all been left buried.

And forgotten, the Sith Order thought. They thought. The tiny homing beacon, now activated, would continue to transmit the short range transmission until it was told otherwise by De'Ville.