I'm gonna be honest; nothing happens in this chapter. At all. But, anyway, enjoy!

Admiral Ackbar sat up in his chair on the bridge of his flagship Home One as it exited hyperspace. The rebel fleet materialized around them. In the distance, Naboo appeared. Orbiting it was the Star Destroyer, docked with the Tantive V. That Star Destroyer honestly unnerved the Admiral. He knew it was captured, but still, he just got this creepy feeling. Almost as though it was a trap….

He shook his head. Nah. He was just imagining things.

"Admiral!" a Bith ensign to his left interrupted his thoughts. "You have an incoming transmission from the star destroyer."

"Patch it through." Liea Organa's flickering image appeared on his console.

"Admiral, good to see you."

"The same to you princess. I am sorry about Alderann."

Liea sighed. "It's alright. Tell me, can you spare two or three hammerhead corvettes?"

"I believe so." rasped the admiral. "What are they for?"

"A small fleet protecting Naboo."

"Do you have a candidate for the fleet commander?"

"Yes, Wedge Antilles."

Ackbar mused over this.

"Very well. I will see you onboard our latest acquisition. Ackbar out." He pressed a button on his panel, ending the transmission. He sighed.

As the fleet slowly got closer, Ackabar could see the damage they had done to the Star Destroyer. Huge gashes ran across its surface. A whole turbolaser was just plain missing. A jagged crack sat at the forward most point, a crew of reprogrammed Imperial repair droids hard at work fixing the damage. A lone patrol A-Wing streaked across the surface, before diving under to the hangar to be refueled.

Ackabar stood up, and turned to the ship's captain, a weary female Mon Cal named Empha. "Take command until I return." She nodded. "Ensign." he said to the Bith. "Accompany me." He saluted and briskly followed the Admiral towards the hangar.

"Where are we going sir?"

"To interview this 'Wedge Antilles.'" Ackbar replied "I want to see if he's got what it takes to be a fleet commander."

Classified location in deep space:

Commander Garavale's ship came out of hyperspace, surrounded by star destroyers. The two shuttles streaked forwards, darting ahead of Garavle's Gozanti- class cruiser.

"Sir, we are receiving a transmission from the Executor. Garavle's blood went cold, and he pushed forward, climbing on an empty chair to look out the transteel bridge window. Five star destroyers, three Arquitens class light cruisers, and eighteen Gozanti class cruisers surrounded them, but looming over them all was the massive shape of Darth Vader's flagship; the Executor. The humongous Super Star Destroyer, the first of its kind, contained enough troops to garrison half a sector. It had enough firepower to make half a planet uninhabitable until the Galaxy died, and had a fighter complement of 450 TIEs and three experimental fighters, which were kept almost completely classified.

Garavle gulped. "Put it through." Admiral Ozzel appeared on the console, the transmission interrupted by static every now and then.

"You are Commander Garavle, correct?" Garavle nodded. "Is it true that Captain Refinartok was captured?"

"I assume so, sir."

"Very well. Have your ships dock in the hangar. I will send someone to escort you to the debriefing room." Garavle nodded, his throat dry. "Ozzel out." The transmission died.

"Do think we'll be punished?" He asked the tactician, standing at his side as always.

"It is likely." she replied emotionlessly. Garavle gulped again. Their ship slowly rose up into the hangar bay. The shuttles flew in quickly and landed in one of the hangars, while the TIEs discharged from the cruiser's underbelly, and landed in the other one. The cruiser, however , remained suspended in the bay, between the two hangars. A docking tube extended from the wall, making contact with the ship. Garavle turned and walked out of the bridge, the tactician following him.

The duo entered the docking tube, passing an inspection crew, and a repair droid, before they reached the hatch. Commander Garavle gulped again, and stepped through.

To his surprise, the officer who was to escort them to the debriefing room was not human, but rather, Mustafarian. A tall, lanky, Northern Mustafarian, to be exact.

"I am Lieutenant Commander M'Nibfro." he announced, his snout twitching. "Are you all that is left of the lost Star Destroyer's senior staff?" Wordlessly, they both nodded. "Follow me." He motioned with a bony arm. As they left the docking tube entrance room, two navy troopers came out of the shadows and followed them, apart as though they were there to assure that the two of them would not escape. As though he could read their thoughts, M'Nibfro told them "Don't try to escape. You'd be dead before you reached the hangar."

"But we're loyal Imperials." Garavle protested.

"Loyal and disgraced Imperials." M'Nibfro corrected him. "Who might possibly have a reason to escape." Garavle stopped, shook his head, and continued onwards. After five minutes of walking, another three in a turbolift, and then another seven minutes of walking down a claustrophobically narrow corridor, the group reached a small door marked "Interrogation Debriefing Room."

"Are you sure that this is the ri-"

"It is the right room." M'Nibfro corrected him. Garavle shrugged and entered, the Mustafarian and the tactician following him. Inside, Ozzel sat, a few chairs across from him. Garavle and the tactician sat down nervously, while Ozzel watched with a bemused expression.

Thank you, Lieutenant." he said. M'Nibfro saluted, and left the room.

"Rather interesting, isn't he?" Ozzel asked once the door slid shut behind the Mustafarian.

"He's not human." Garavle remarked. Ozzel raised an eyebrow.

"Indeed. He was born on Mustafar during the Clone Wars. The Techno Union, which controlled Mustafar and was part of the Confederacy, recognized his talent. He was trained in combat and tactical procedures at a facility in the outer rim. During the final weeks of the war, the facility was captured by Republic Forces, and M'Nibfro was liberated. He was taken back to Imperial Center, still called Coruscant at the time, and was kept in a base, where the troopers there grew fond of him. Eventually, he enlisted in an Imperial Academy, did extremely well, and…...he ended up here." Ozzel finished. Garavale shrugged.

"It's a pretty…..inspiring story." he said. "I guess."

"Huh." replied the Admiral. "Well, would you like to describe, in perfect detail how you let a Star Destroyer fall into enemy hands?" Garavale gulped.

Rebel Alliance Star Destroyer Freedom, Briefing Room 3.

Rebel Pilot Staff Meeting:

"Alright, Jensen, Hobbie, and Gale, you are on patrol. You know the route." Wedge said swiping through digital pages of notes on his tablet. "Jwax'Hi and Connor, you're escorting a transport full of relief supplies to a remote village on Naboo. The Imperial garrison there apparently threw a 'party' before they fled. You'll receive the flight path in the hangar. Fav, Kyle, Jake, Zev, and Dak, you have the day off." Wedge paused for breath as the pilots got up and left. Then he turned to Isabella. "Lieutenant Garcia-Shapiro." Isabella sat up. "Admiral Ackbar is visiting, and he requires a shuttle. You'll take your ship to the Mon Cal Flagship at the front of the Rebel Fleet, and transport him back. Get going." Isabella nodded and hurried from the room. She strode through the corridors of the Freedom, empty save for a single guard next to a munitions chamber, and several repair droids hard at work.

She reached the hangar, and found Phineas bent over an engine in a Y-Wing, while the pilot watched him with a bemused expression from inside the open cockpit.

"There you go." he said, emerging from the fighter's interior. "It should work now.."

"Thanks, kid." the pilot said as he closed the cockpit door. Phineas grabbed his toolbox, and backed away as the Y-Wing lifted into the air, and flew out of the hangar.

"Yo, Farmboy." Isabella said, walking up to him. "We got a mission."

"Oh?" he asked. "Some far-flung scouting 'mission', just the two of us-"

"No, like an actual mission mission." she interrupted. "We're shuttling Admiral Ackbar from his command ship."

"Oh. That's not really a mission."

"I know." she said through gritted teeth. "But it's all we have on the schedule today. After that we're free."

"Well, at least we'll still have some brief time alone together."

"Actually, no." The duo whirled around to find themselves facing Candace. "It might be better if you had a guard onboard. For appearances."

"Wow, Candace great idea!" Phineas said enthusiastically. "That will really impress the Admiral!" Isabella did a facepalm. Despite being a technological genius, her boyfriend could be really oblivious at times. It was obvious Candace was suspicious about the two of them. Well two could play that game.

"Of course Corporal Flynn." Isabella said, trying as hard as possible to rub in Candace's low rank. "Right this way, Corporal." The ramp lifted up with Isabella on it, and the ship blasted out of the hangar.

Commander Garavle paced the debriefing room nervously. The tactician sat in the same seat, humming a sad melody softly. Ozzel had disappeared through the door an hour ago, claiming the reason for the adjoining was that he needed to decide his verdict.

Garavle was pretty sure the admiral had already decided. He was also sure that at any moment, the door would open, and Stormtroopers would open fire, or gas would trickle through the vents. Or both, possibly.

As he rounded the room for the sixty-ninth time the door hissed open. Ozzel stepped through, and looked at the two officers .

"I have, um, reached a decision." the admiral said. "You will not be stripped of your ranks, and you will only be mildly punished." They both let out breaths they hadn't even realized they were holding.

"The positions of Assistant Tactician and Second Officer recently opened on the Star Destroyer Avenger, commanded by Captain Lorth Needa. Commander Elphus Garavle, Lieutenant Commander Lucy Nibra, congratulations on your new posting. A shuttle will take from Hangar Bay 3-A to your new posting in two hours." With that, Ozzel turned and walked out of the room.

From his massive office, Darthenshmirtz viewed the eternal storm raging on Kamino through huge bay windows. The door hissed open, and Darthenshmirtz turned to face his visitor: Lieutenant Yaami.

"Sir." the Lieutenant greeted him. "We have word on the whereabouts of the rebel agent Perry the Platypus."

"Very well." Darthenshmirtz replied. "Bring him to me."

"There is a...uh...slight problem, sir."

"What?"

"He's being held by bounty hunters working for an unidentifiable third party."

"Unidentifiable?"

"We have no idea who..or what...the hell they are, sir."

"Well, find out who they are, and bring that platypus here!"

"Y-yes sir." Yaami said shakily, nodding and saluting repeatedly as he ran out of the Sith Lord's office.

"Oh, and one more thing Yaami."

"Sir?"

"You said the kid had a red lightsaber on him when he was captured?" Yaami nodded. "Bring it to me. Mine was on the Death Star when it was destroyed." Yaami nodded and exited the office.

Darthenshmirtz sighed and turned back to the storm pounding at his window. It had kind of a….chaotic beauty to it. Almost peaceful, if you were a somewhat powerful psychopath. He sighed again, and turned towards his desk, where mountains of paperwork waited for him.

Wedge walked into the Hangar, flanked by Buford and Baljeet, as the Centennial Chihuahua landed. Wedge smoothed his dark hair, straightened his badge, and brushed dust of his flight jacket.

"Are you meeting the Admiral or your girlfriend?" Baljeet asked.

"Sorry." Wedge replied. "Just nervous. He might take one look at me and decide that I'm not fit to command the rebel garrison."

"Well," said Buford. "I heard from Candace, who heard it from Phineas, who heard it from Isabella, who apparently heard it straight from you, that you feel reluctant taking this new role."

"Well, yeah." Wedge said. "But if the leader of the rebel fleet doesn't think I'm fit to command a base, then the commanders of individual fleets might not trust me either, and then no one will use me and-" he was interrupted by the clanking sound of metal falling on metal as the Chihuahua's door opened.

The admiral exited first, followed by Phineas, the Bith Ensign, Candace, and a very grumpy looking Isabella.

"Admiral!" Wedge said nervously. "Sir!"

"Commander." rasped the Mon Cal. "Come! We have much to discuss!"

Wedge gulped and chuckled nervously, before leading the admiral down a side hallway, the Bith following.

Isabella mumbled something about a nap, and turned back up the ramp. Phineas pulled out a wrench, popped off the control panel for the boarding ramp, and started fiddling around with some wires.

"Trying to improve efficiency." He muttered, explaining himself to no one in particular.

Buford looked at Candace and Baljeet, before turning towards the mess hall.

"Pie." he said, explaining himself.

"Candace?" Baljeet said. "I believe the two of us have something to discuss."

"What?" Candace snapped. Baljeet arched an eyebrow.

"I think you know perfectly well what!" He argued as he led Candace away from her brother. "Phineas and Isabella were assigned to that mission, not you."

"I….volunteered?" She said awkwardly.

"Don't play dumb Candace." Baljeet replied, strangely calm all of a sudden. "We both know it had something to do with your feelings regarding your brother and Isabella dating!" Candace flinched.

"I...just don't feel comfortable seeing them together like that." she started to explain. "Keep in mind, the last time I saw Phineas, he was a toddler. It's hard to just suddenly accept that your baby brother is making out with a girl, let alone one as attractive as Isabella!"

"So your anxiety stems from the fact...that in you eyes, your brother is still a little kid?"

"Exactly!"

"And that is why you are finding it hard to accept the fact that he has a girlfriend?"

"Yes!"

"But you are fine in letting him join a Rebel movement where the survival rate is depressingly low."

"Umm…"

"And if he is captured the best he faces is life in a nauseatingly unsanitary prison." Candace gulped.

"Alright, alright fine!" she snapped. "I will try to be more….open to Phineas and Pilot Girl dating."

"Good." Baljeet.

"But if she tries anything more than kissing, ANYTHING!" Candace continued. Baljeet groaned. "I swear I will hunt her down. Second fastest ship in the galaxy or not, I will-"

"Candace, please!" interrupted Baljeet. "You need to calm down and-"

"Last week, the two of them disappeared after exiting the hangar in Theed. Isabella claimed that they were investigating a sensor anomaly around one of Naboo's moons, but her story didn't add up. I snuck onboard her ship and hacked into the droid brain moonlighting as her computer." she took a breath. "The sensor anomaly was perfect. Too perfect." Baljeet frowned.

"Wat I mean is, " Candace continued. "Phineas probably placed it there so they could go fly around together and do….things together."

Baljeet sighed. "I'll go see if there's a psychologist onboard so a professional can listen to your problems."

The shuttle cut through the Coruscant skyline, flanked by a trio of TIE fighters. It flew towards the rounded of the abandoned senate building, the massive structure that served as the center of government and military for the Old Republic. Now, it served simply as Palpatine's private office, a minor base for the Imperial Navy, and a rarely frequented spaceport.

The shuttle landed, it's wings folding up. The ramp lowered, and Vader walked out onto the platform. He was greeted by an officer and a duo of red-robed royal guards.

"Lord Vader." the officer bowed mockingly. "I am Moff Tandent. The Emperor has been expecting you." Vader nodded, and followed the Moff into the interior of the building.

"Is the Emperor still based out of the old Chancellor's office?" Vader asked.

"Oh, of course!" The Moff replied in a mocking tone. "We wouldn't want to confuse Lord Vad-GAACCK!" The Moff suddenly stopped talking. His eyes bulged outwards, his face started to turn blue, and he began clawing at his throat. The guards looked at the Moff and slowly turned to Vader's outstretched hand, using the force to choke the arrogant Tandent. They slowly backed away.

"VADER!" A voice sounded across the room. Vader dropped his hand, and Moff Tandent fell to the floor gasping.

"My master." Vader said, bowing to the floor.

"Rise, Lord Vader." said the Emperor. "You are dismissed, Moff Tandent."

"Thank….thank you, my lord." wheezed Tandent. Vader, flanked by the guards followed Palpatine into his office.

Once inside, the guards retreated behind crimson pillars, respectful of their Emperor's privacy. Mas Amedda and Grand General Tagge, newly proclaimed Head of the Imperial Army, stood over in the corner.

Palpatine sat down on a stark red throne behind an equally red desk, fingertips pressed together to form a pyramid.

"Lord Vader." Said Emperor Palpatine. "You not only failed to assist Governor Tarkin in defending the Death Star, but single-handedly allowed the rebels to gain

control of the Naboo system, by overplaying the base's' defenses." Vader remained in an emotionless stance, while Amedda and Tagge shrank backwards. "While doing that, you also dragged the captain of a star destroyer down with you, leaving an incompetent second officer in charge,causing the destroyer to not be destroyed, but rather captured. The ISB has just informed me that there is no chance of recapturing the system for at least six months."

"Well, yes-" began Vader.

"You have FAILED!" The Emperor shouted, getting up again. Vader walked backwards a little as the black hood of the cloak fell, and the shriveled face of the old man became more and more visible, each horrible, disgusting wrinkle from where Mace Windu had thrown Palpatine's own force lightning at him all those years ago, displayed for the entire office to see. "We had the pilot who destroyed the Death Star-Luke Skywalker, who might possibly be your son-in our grasp, and you let him slip through! You have FAILED!"

His yellow eyes, brimming with all the anger and hatred of the dark side,he reached out his arm and pointed at Tagge. The General stood at attention, smiling awkwardly, the fear evident in his eyes.

"You will work under Grand General Tagge." Emperor Palpatine said. "Your mission is to locate and destroy the rebel outposts in the Outer Rim. Understood?"

"Yes, my master." replied Vader.

"Taage is your superior." Palpatine said. "Do you understand.

"Yes, my master." Satisfied, Palpatine turned to the General.

"Very well. General, take your new underling" he gestured to Vader "and a fleet to the outer rim. You know what to do." Tagge bowed his head.

"Yes, my lord." The General said respectfully. "Your wish is my command." Satisfied, Palpatine retreated behind his desk, sinking back into his chair.

"Well?" He said. "Begone." Taage saluted and walked out the door, Vader following him. Palpatine swiveled his chair to observe the Coruscant skyline, endless skyscrapers and the permanent traffic.

The doors to the bridge of the Freedom hissed open and Ackabar, accompanied by Wedge. Liea, standing over a circular holographic display table at the center of the briefing area, just behind the forward bridge, turned.

"Well?" she asked.

"I have reviewed Commander Antilles." rasped Ackbar.

"And?"

"I believe he is fit to command the garrison stationed on Naboo." Liea smiled. Wedge looked defeated, knowing his time as a pilot was almost up.

"Very well." the Princess said. "If neither of you has anything better to do, I think we should review the current status of the sector." Ackbar nodded. Wedge shrugged.

Liea motioned for the two of them to come forward. The display showed troop and fleet placements throughout the sector. Liea pressed a button, and the display zoomed in on Naboo. The Freedom was visible orbiting the planet, and, almost on the other side of the planet, the Rebel Fleet.

"My god." exclaimed Wedge. "This display is accurate! I can see the gashes in the surface of the Freedom!" Liea nodded.

"Yes, the technology onboard this ship is extremely advanced. Watch this." she said, while pressing another button. The holographic display flickered, and Naboo was replaced by a battle in deep space. The blue hologram of the databox gave the location as an intersection between hyperspace lanes. It showed two Gozanti-class cruisers, listed in the databox as transporting Stormtroopers to the Outer Rim planet of Abafar.

They were being attacked by a squadron of X-Wings, who were barely slowed down by the complement of eight TIEs.

"How are getting this?" asked Wedge. "This is happening in real time, right?"

"Well, it turns out it's Imperial policy for all ships to dispatch a probe droid before engaging Rebel ships. The droid records the battle and sends the live stream to every Imperial ship."

"Huh." said Wedge. Ackbar only stoked the tentacle beard that was growing on his chin, his stalk eyes on the sides of his rust-colored, oval-shaped head only blinking. A holographic TIE fighter hit one of the X-Wings, and the image of the ship flickered and died, presumably indicating its destruction.

"So we have constant updates on every battle?" Asked Ackbar, breaking his silence. Liea nodded. "Well, this all very interesting." continued the admiral, but I am afraid I must retire to my aqua chamber onboard Home One. Goodbye princess, Commander." With that, the admiral turned and walked out of the bridge, the Bith Ensign stepping out of the shadows, nodding, and following him. Liea turned back to the command table, conferring with a nearby officer regarding troop deployments in the Bakura system. Wedge stood and watched the door, as though he expected the admiral to pop back through and shout that it was a joke, that Wedge could stay a pilot.

"Wedge." Liea said, turning back to the Commander. "You can go now."

"Well, yes." Began Wedge. "But-"

"If you would like, I could have Corporal Flynn escort you to the hangar." Wedge gulped.

"Uh, no thanks." he mumbled. "I think I..um..know the way...er." Liea arched an eyebrow, and Wedge awkwardly turned and walked through the door.

The Gozanti- class cruiser exited hyperspace above Kamino. It entered the atmosphere, and navigated through the storm to Tipoca City. It landed at a landing platform outside Darthenshmirtz's facility.

Lieutenant Yaami, flanked by a duo of Stormtroopers, strode calmly across the catwalk connecting the platform with the main facility. From underneath the cruiser, a small portion of the hull detached and lowered itself to the ground. An officer, accompanied by a trio of navy troopers, two holding rifles, and one carrying...what appeared to be a pet carrier, stepped off.

"Do you have the platypus?" Yaami asked. Wordlessly, the officer nodded. The navy trooper handed the carrier to Yaami.

"Be careful!" the officer warned. "He's a biter! One of my navigators is in the medbay with half a finger missing." Yaami stepped backwards in revulsion.

"He ate the finger?"

"That's it." the officer said. "He bit the damned thing off, and spat it right back out. Looked pretty disgusted too, as though though he only meant to bruise it." Yaami chuckled nervously.

"Well…" he said. "Thank you for the carnivorous semi-aquatic mammal, the disgusting story, and the three minutes of my life I'll never get back. Now if you'll just re-enter your ship, and be on your way, I've got a platypus to deliver and-"

"Very well." interrupted the officer, as he and his men stepped backwards. "I could say it was very nice to meet you, but...it wasn't...so, until next time, Lieutenant Snarky."

"Hey!" Yaami protested as the hull closed back in on itself. He and the stormtroopers stepped backwards as the cruiser lifted up and blasted off into the air. The platform shook a little, although Yaami was not sure if it was from the sudden weight loss that came with the cruiser lifting off, or a huge wave colliding with one of the support columns holding up the platform. Yaami shook his head at the latter, knowing full well that the support columns of Tipoca city has long been strong against the waves of the ocean planet.

He turned and started to walk away, but the troopers just stared at him.

"What?" the Lieutenant asked. Silence. "Yeah, I know I was a bit rude to that guy, but in my defense, I had a lot of coffee this morning."

"That's not really an excuse, sir."

"Shut up."

"Is that an order, sir?"

"Yes."

"Ah."

"All hyperdrive engines operational."

"All shields go."

"Communications systems are good."

"Alright then." Liea said, as technicians and officers all around the bridge relayed the status of various systems to her. Beside her, the ship's new captain stood, running a final check on the weapons systems. Candace stood behind her, looking bored.

"Corporal Flynn." Liea said. "Go check on the status of the Tantive V, please." Candace nodded, and walked over to the bridge's left pit.

"Hey, Ensign!" she demanded of a young Rodian technician. "The Princess wants to know the status of the Tantive V."

"It has undocked from the side of the ship, ma'am." The Ensign began. "And redocked...let me see here...inside the main docking bay, between the two hangars."

"Thank you, Ensign." Candace replied, as she started walking back to the princess.

"It's between the hangars." she said. Liea nodded. "So did you find a replacement for the head of Rogue Squadron yet?"

"Yeah." replied Liea. "Luke."

"And the battle droids Dengar brought with him?"

"Reprogrammed to serve as a security force onboard the Freedom."

"You know, I've been thinking." said Candace. "How can we hope to overthrow an entire empire?"

"Well, Corporal." replied Liea. "We have on thing they don't."

"And what is that?"

"Hope."

Glossary:

Bith: See definition from chapter one.

General Tagge: One of the officers aboard the Death Star who mocked Vader (the other being Admiral Motti). In the new canon timeline, he departed the station shortly before the Battle of Yavin.

Outer Rim: the farthest reaches of the galaxy.

A note: I'm considering putting the story on hiatus for a month. If you don't want this to happen, leave a review and add a "NO" to it. Also, regarding Darthenshmirtz's side of the story: He and Yaami have appeared sparsely in the last two chapters. Perry, inside a pet carrier in one scene in this chapter, and Ferb not at all. I'm planning on fixing that next chapter.