To start off, my hiatus has obviously been cancelled. So anyway, just recently, (the night I uploaded Chapter 8) I watched Rouge One (great movie, by the way) for the second time.

WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD! DISCONTINUE READING IF YOU HAVE NOT ALREADY SEEN ROUGE ONE!

I realized that Rouge One never happened in the Phineas and Ferb Star Wars timeline. So that opened up a whole lot of characters and locations for me to use. for my story.

Anyway, enjoy!

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

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

"And what is that?"

"Hope."

7 months later.

Candace ducked behind a crate as an explosion erupted where she had stood just three seconds prior.

"Baljeet!" she screamed into her com. "Where the hell are you?"

"I've run out of pie!" the voice of her friend wailed. "And now Buford refuses to follow me anywhere!" Candace face palmed. Beside her, Liea ducked behind the same crate, taking potshots at advancing Stormtroopers.

"Sergeant Flynn!" she demanded. "Where the hell are your partners?" Candace sighed. In front of them, a missile made contact with an AT-ST, the walker exploding instantly.

"I have literally no idea." she replied. Liea grimaced.

"I guess we'll just have to move on without them. You alright with that?" she asked. Candace shrugged. "Alright then. Beeser!" she shouted at a Twi'Lek artillery lieutenant. "Clear a path for us!" The Twi'Lek nodded, and instructed the corporal operating the cannon to fire on his command.

"Di'Jek!" he shouted in his native tongue. The corporal pressed down on the trigger, and a concussion missile arced towards the advancing Imperial Troops. It landed on the sole remaining hovertank, completely obliterating the machine. Stormtroopers ducked for cover and scattered, twisted pieces of metal flying everywhere.

"Now!" shouted Liea. She, Candace, and several squadrons of Rebel soldiers ran forwards, shooting at the stormtroopers. The TIE factory they were trying to break into loomed ahead of them. Gray smokestacks churned out black smoke, darkening the skies. Beside them, low, flat buildings, abandoned by their residents or partially destroyed by Imperial shelling stood silently.

Immediately ahead of them, on the deserted city streets, a battalion of Stormtroopers, covered by a trio of AT-STs, took up positions defending the installation. The walkers opened fire, blasting away at the rebels.

"Destroy them!" Liea shouted at Besser. "Get rid of those walkers!" The Twi'Lek nodded and targeted the lead walker,the bastardly machine exploding upon contact with a rocket. The rebels cheered, but their euphoria was short lived, as one of the other walkers targeted the cannon, and fired.

Besser and the corporal had just enough time to dive out of the way as the cannon exploded.

"Well, shit." said Liea. "Looks like we need another way to take down those walkers. Any ideas?" The soldiers murmured quietly amongst themselves, but produced no ideas. Liea frowned, and turned to Candace.

"Sergeant Flynn?" asked the princess. Candace's brow furrowed.

"Hold on a sec." said Candace. She walked over to one of the crates, stopping to pick up a single rocket from the smoking remains of the cannon.

She opened the crate, casting aside the rusted lid. She pulled out an Imperial SE-43 Handheld Missile Launcher, sliding the rocket down the barrel. She turned back to Liea's position, holding the launcher over her shoulder. The ground shook as the AT-STs shot again and again at the platoon of Rebels.

Candace kneeled behind the twisted remnants of an Imperial Speeder Bike, the body of the pilot lying over a piece of rubble three meters away. She raised the cannon, and fired.

"What are doing?" Liea demanded. "That was our last rocket! You should've waited and-" Then, the missile collided with one of the legs of the left AT-ST, exploding in a massive fireball. The walker wobbled around on one leg, before toppling over, and landing on the side of the other AT-ST.

For a moment, they hung there, suspended in time. A one-legged AT-ST hanging against another AT-ST, the whole arrangement wobbling ever so slightly. Then, they toppled over, crashing into the Stormtroopers, crushing them completely. The hatch of one of the walkers opened, and the pilot stumbled out. He walked a few meters, and collapsed.

"I surrender!" he croaked, before losing consciousness.

"Alright!" Liea said. "Get that man a medic. And I want a team ready to open the gates to that factory in ten! The rest of you, take up defensive positions in the streets and on rooftops! There are a whole lot of Imperial troops inside the factory just waiting for us to come through. The moment we open that door, they are gonna rush out and swarm us. We need to be ready. Got it?" Shouts of assent came from the rebels, and they moved to set up.

Liea turned back to Candace, who was sitting on the dirty street and cleaning grime and soot from her rifle. The princess tapped her foot impatiently, and Candace looked up. Liea sighed, and sat down next to her.

"Flynn, I guess I owe you an apology." began Liea. Candace nodded silently. "I had no idea that you knew what you were doing. I really am so sor-"

"It's allright, okay!" Candace interrupted. "It's fine, really." Liea sighed again.

"Just one question, though." Candace gave a "go on" gesture. "How did you know that a rocket launcher was in that crate?" Candace stood up, holstering her pistol, and slinging the launcher over her shoulder.

"When I was in the academy…" Candace began. "Well, to start, the academy I attended was located at a massive hub for Imperial Transport. There were troop deployments, cargo, prisoners, and civilians moving through there all the time. As cadets, the three of us were often tasked with moving small cargo shipments that were destined for different transports then the rest from the one on which they arrived."

"The three of you being, you, Buford, and Baljeet?" asked Liea.

"Yes." continued Candace. "One day, our Taskmaster, a yellow-skinned Trandoshan who took absolutely no nonsense and made absolutely no sense, told us to carry a crate with a handheld missile launcher to a docking bay on the other side of the complex. So we did."

"By which I assume you mean you carried it, and Baljeet and Buford followed you while heatedly bickering about something stupid?" Interjected Liea.

"I believe the argument they were having that day was about whether or not Rodians cans digest worms. But anyway, we did that several times over the course of the next month. The crates were identical, orange with a red stripe."

"The same colors of the crate that launcher came out of!" Liea realized.

"Exactly!" Said Candace. "I also learned to identify other crates as well. That crate over there, for example," she gestured to a crate seven meters away, painted black with a single red circle on each side. "is full of thermal detonators. I think those'll prove useful in getting that gate open." Liea stared at the crate, and walked over, flipping the lid open to find...that Candace was right.

Several dozen thermal detonators sat their sparkling, although from cleanliness or sheer relief at having an advantage over the Imperial forces, Liea wasn't sure. She turned back to Candace.

"I'm impressed, sergeant." said Liea. "Anything else?" Candace shrugged nonchalantly.

"A couple armor crates, some small TIE components. Nothing much, really." Candace stood up, sliding her rifle back in its holster. Liea bent down, and started pushing the crate, hovering above the ground as all imperial cargo modules do, across the landing area outside the factory.

"I'm gonna go set these things up." said Liea. "I have an idea for how to use 'em." Candace nodded.

"I'm probably going to go get a few minutes of rest or-"

"Man, you will not believe what pie costs in this town!" interjected Baljeet, appearing from an alleyway, Buford following him.

"Or possibly go yell at certain people." finished Candace. She turned to the duo. They stopped suddenly, realizing Candace was standing over them, rather displeased. "How can you two just show up after the battle is finished and-" Liea turned away from the young sergeant and her comrades.

The Delta-class shuttle exited hyperspace in Kamino's atmosphere, a much larger Lambada-class exiting just after it.

Both landed at a landing platform just outside the facility controlled by Darthenshmirtz. The Sith Lord himself, flanked by Lieutenant Yaami, and several Stormtroopers escorting Ferb, his parents, and Perry, strode across the catwalk, the waves of the ocean planet splashing below.

The boarding ramp lowered, and a duo of Death Troopers exited. They were followed immediately by a middle-aged human with graying hair. He wore a white uniform, with an equally white cape billowing behind him.

"Director Krennic." said Darthenshmirtz, bowing. "To what do I owe the honor?"

"Lord Darthenshmirtz." replied the director emotionlessly. "I believe the honor is all mine. To be in the presence of the scientist who designed the Death Star-well, frankly I'm humbled." Darthenshmirtz rolled his eyes.

"Really, Orson?" he mused. "Must we go through this every time? Yeah I designed the Death Star, but Tarkin took control and-" Krennic's face soured.

"Do not speak of me about Tarkin!" He said sharply. "You designed the station, Heinz, and I built it, but Tarkin wrested control from us and claimed to have done both! I cried not at all when news of his death at Yavin reached me." Darthenshmirtz chuckled slightly. "But now to business. I received your email regarding security for your project. The prisoners are assembled here, correct?" Heinz nodded, and Krennic turned to the death troopers at the base of the boarding ramp. "You know what to do!" he shouted. The troopers stepped forwards, and raised the blaster rifles.

"FERB!" was all Linda could get out before the troopers pulled the triggers. A bright blue bolt shot forwards from each rifle, hitting Lawrence and Linda in the chest. Ferb watched, frozen in a kind of silent horror, as his father's and stepmother's bodies fell.

"Take their bodies aboard!" Krennic ordered the Death Troopers. "Leave the boy and the platypus!" Four more troopers exited from the craft, picking of the bodies of the Flynn-Fletcher couple, and taking them inside Krennic's shuttle.

The director turned to Ferb, and noticing that he was silently crying, attempted to comfort him.

"They're not dead, boy." he said gruffly. I just had them stunned. "They'll wake up in four hours, unharmed aside from a slight headache." Ferb just cried harder.

Krennic shook his head, and turned back to Darthenshmirtz.

"So Hienz, are you going to take me on a tour of your facility?"

"First," replied Darthenshmirtz. "I want the new security squadron you promised." Krennic nodded, and pressed a button on his wrist console. The boarding ramp of the Lambada-class shuttle lowered, and an eight-person squadron of Death Troopers marched out.

"You serve Lord Heinz Darthenshmirtz!" Krennic announced. "You are to do whatever he asks-with the sole exception of assisting him in commiting high treason against the Emperor. Do you understand?" The troopers shouted in assent.

"Really, director." said Darthenshmirtz. "Is it really necessary to include the bit about treason?" Krennic shrugged.

"It's protocol, really." he replied. "I mean, I know you wouldn't commit treason, but there have been other individuals who have been considered for commanding a squadron who were revealed to have been planning a coup or had Rebel sympathies. It's a mere formality, really."

Darthenshmirtz shrugged. "Now, about this tour…"

From her vantage point atop a building next to the factory, Liea pressed down on the remote before ducking behind a wall. The explosives placed at the factory's door detonated, a massive fireball consuming the door.

As the smoke lifted, a lone AT-ST stomped out, accompanied by several Stormtroopers. A hatch on top of it opened, and the pilot stuck his head out. He looked around for a minute, and finding no rebels on the empty streets, pulled out a comlink, and contacted his superiors.

"No sign of rebels." the pilot said into the communication device. "I'm taking the squadron and coming back in."

"Understood." replied a harsh, reptilian voice. "Do one final check of the perimeter, but do not leave. I'm certain they're still there. They did just detonate several of our own bombs at our very doorstep, after all."

"Roger that." said the pilot. He slipped the comlink back into his pocket, and began checking the street one final time.

"NOW!" shouted Liea. Candace stood up, and flung another thermal detonator, this one at the AT-ST. It landed on the rim of the hatch, where it rolled around for a second, before failing inside.

"Oh, shi-" was all the pilot could get out before the top of the walker exploded. The legs wobbled for a second, before toppling down atop a helpless Stormtrooper. The rebels started firing, emerging from the hiding places. One by one, the Stormtroopers fell. Than the rebels began rappelling down, hitting the street with a thud.

A grizzled Rodian was the first to land. She was followed by a dozen human commandos, a couple squadrons of infantry, Besser, the gunnery corporal, Liea, Candace, and Buford and Baljeet. From the other side of the street, several more rebels landed.

"Alright!" Liea shouted into her comlink. "We need reinforcements on the ground lnow!"

"Roger that!" A voice on the other end of the channel said. "Gunships en route to site right now." As the voice finished it's sentence, the whirr of starships could be heard. The platoon looked up, and saw, what to them must've looked like angels descending from heaven, two gunships from the republic and a U-Wing.

The three transports landed, their doors sliding back to allow the Rebel troops to disembark. Several dozen squadrons jumped out onto the city streets, joining Liea's group.

"Now MOVE!" the Princess shouted. The rebels sprinted toward the factory, unhindered by Imperial troops. More Stormtroopers ran out of the huge hangar that made up the entrance, and many were shot down.

The rebels, under cover fire from the now hovering gunships advanced slowly towards the factory. Candace blasted at the stormtroopers, her former comrades falling to the ground, dead.

This countieud for some time, more and more stormtroopers dying, the rebels slowly advancing closer and closer to the factory entrance. Then, the ground shook slightly. The stormtroopers started cheering, and Candace frowned. She ran over to Liea, who was conferring with a worried Lieutenant.

"Princess!" Candace said. "I know that noise is!"

"Yeah, it's an AT-AT." Liea replied. "We're working on a method to destroy it. It should be fine, if we can get our hands on a missile launcher or-"

Then, the walker walked out of the smoke. It was like an AT-AT, but was more heavily armored, and boasted a massive cargo bay on the bottom.

"That's an AT-ACT." Candace said sadly. "There's no way to defeat it in our present condition."

Isabella pulled the steering mechanism to the right, and the Centennial Chihuahua darted to the right.

They were being pursued by a trio of TIEs. A Light Cruiser, firing again and again at the small Rebel ship, loomed behind. Beside Isabella, Phineas crouched, bent under a console, trying desperately to repair the communications systems. Something clicked, and Isabella's com whirred back to life.

"Done!" Phineas exclaimed. Isabella opened a channel on the rebel frequencies.

"Are there any Rebel ships in the area?" Isabella asked. "Are there any Rebel ships? This is the Centennial Chihuahua! We are being pursued by an Imperial light cruiser and have a-" They were hit by a TIE, and the com beeped, indicating that the communications were down again. In front of her, the TIE that had fired at and destroyed their communications antenna flew. Isabella pressed down on the trigger, and two red bolts flew out, hitting the unlucky fighter, which exploded in a brilliant flash of white and yellow. She smirked. No one damaged her ship. No one.

"Farmboy!" she shouted. "The communications are-"

"I know, I know!" replied Phineas, sitting at an engineering console a couple feet away. "It doesn't matter. I've inputted the hyperspace coordinates for our agreed rendezvous with the Freedom. We should be able to jump in-oh, dammit." he finished.

"WHAT?" demanded Isabella. "What's 'dammit'?"

"There are two more light cruisers emerging from hyperspace, blocking our path out of here"

"Damn." Isabella said, surprisingly calm. "They must know about our 'special passenger'." Phineas nodded.

"I-I better go make sure he's secure." he said. Isabella looked back, but he was already gone. She turned back to the viewport just in time to see the Imperial ships blast into realspace. The wedge-shaped cruisers started firing at the small freighter.

"I'm gonna make a run between them!" Isabella shouted. "If I'm lucky, I' get through, and we'll be able to make the jump."

"We better hope we're lucky then!" shouted Isabella, as she turned the steering mechanism. Her ship angles itself, and darted between the Imperial ships. The cruisers, predictably, started firing. The two remaining TIEs followed closely. One was accidentally hit by a blast from one of the light cruisers, and exploded, while the other was forced to veer off when it nearly collided with the hull of the second cruiser.

The Chihuahua managed to make it through, and Isabella punched the hyperdrive, her ship launching into hyperspace.

An All Terrain Armored Cargo Transport, more commonly known as the AT-ACT, was a heavily armored variant of the AT-AT, usually deployed to transport cargo, or guard construction projects. Not officially designated as a combat vehicle, the walker was nevertheless a formidable challenge to the Alliance.

More specifically, a formidable opponent to the Rebel forces assaulting the Imperial factory on the planet of Grange.

The rebels retreated back down the street, running for their lives. An energy blast exploded behind Candace, nearly scorching her rear. In front of her, Buford and Baljeet ran faster. Ironically, the usually baritone Buford screamed higher then Baljeet, whose soprano scream paled in comparison to that of his partner.

Out of the factory, another AT-ACT appeared behind the first, joining the fight. Turning around to see this, Candace yelped.

"Princess!" She screeched. "Another one!" Liea turned around, and seeing the other walker, pulled out her comlink, and requested assistance. Her only reply was static.

"Blast!" she cursed. "They're jamming all frequencies. I can't get back to the staging ground!"

Grange, Alliance Staging Ground, Four Kilometers from the Capital City.

The Combat Airspeeders landed on a makeshift landing pad near a cluster of tents and a captured Imperial outpost. An Ikottchii technician moved to secure the

lead speeder, and a hatch in the hull opened, Luke Skywalker stepping out.

"Commander Skywalker." the technician said, saluting. "General Riekann wishes to speak with you in the command center."

"Thank you, private." Luke said, walking off towards the captured base. When he arrived inside, he turned down a side hallway, and up a stairwell before arriving in the command center.

General Carlist Riekann, a tall, middle aged human with graying hair, stood over a command table, watching real-time holo-displays on the Alliance and Imperial forces entrenched on Grange. Technicians and officers conferred around hastily set up alliance radar stations, and Imperial computer consoles already installed in the base.

"General!" Luke said. "You wanted to see me?" Riekann turned to face the pilot.

"Ah, Commander Skywalker." he said slowly, as though he was counting his words. "I trust your strike on the outpost near the Bardottan Ridge was successful?" Luke nodded. "Very good." he said, turning back to the command table. He pressed a button, and a revolving holographic depiction of Grange's capital sprung to life.

"Liea was leading an assault on the main factory...here." A red dot blinked on the 3D map, marking the location of the Imperial foundry. "She reported breaching of the gates..here..half an hour ago." The map zoomed into the factory, showing a cross-section. The main gates, massive blast doors were highlighted, and a digital explosion showed the precise nature of Liea's entry. "We reinforced them twenty minutes ago, and Liea reported that they heard walkers around that time. That's when we lost contact with them."

"Well, Liea is okay, right?"

Riekann shrugged.

"Is there anything I can do?" Luke pressed.

"Squadron up." Riekann said. "Gather your pilots."

"That should be easy." replied Luke. "Most of them are still by their airspeeders or-"

"No." the general replied. "Take your starfighters."

Orson Callan Krennic was considered by most to be an outgoing man, and a brilliant architect, of both buildings and schemes. He was accepted into the Brentall Futures program in his late teens, where he gained a reputation amongst both the professors and students, as the man who could organize. He could procure supplies, hammer working relationships out of the most difficult of scientists, and get a group working so smoothly that an end-of-term project could sometimes arrive weeks ahead of schedule.

It was in the program where he met Hienz Darthenshmirtz. A former Jedi youngling who left the order in his teens, Heinz was a brilliant scientist and inventor, but suffered from a complete and utter lack of common sense. Taking pity on him, and recognizing the young man's intelligence, Krennic took him under his wing. After they graduated, the two took very different paths. Orson became an engineer in the newly formed Grand Army of the Republic, while Heinz became a general in the army, despite not being a Jedi.

After the war, Orson became an Imperial weapons developer, while Heinz entered the Inquistor program. He graduated whith higher honors then most, and instead of being assigned to hunt down remaining Jedi, he had been promoted to Darth, becoming a fully-fledged Sith Lord. It seemed to those versed in the history of the Sith, such as Krennic, that Emperor Palpatine had abolished the "Rule of Two", the ancient doctrine that stated, in no uncertain terms, that only two Sith, a master and an apprentice, would ever exist, and had ruled the Sith for a thousand years. Heinz had been the first of the "New Darths" and was immediately assigned to Krennic's Special Weapons group.

One day, he came to Orson, claiming to have developed a prototype for what he called his "most exciting idea ever." Krennic was mildly disappointed to find it was a small sphere with an indentation in its upper hemisphere. Darthenshmirtz had explained that it was a nutcracker, and had demonstrated by holding a walnut in his palm and pressing a button. A green bolt shot out of the indentation, and hit the walnut.

The shell evaporated, leaving the nut behind. Krennic stared at it for a second, before an idea popped into his head, and he asked for the design blueprints. Confused, Hienz handed them to him.

Krennic then turned to a nearby whiteboard, and looking at the plans proceeded to redraw and slightly modify the plans.

"What is that?" Darthenshmirtz had asked.

"A planet killer." Krennic said. "The ultimate sign of the Empire's power and strength. I think I'll call it the Death Star."

"And this is the cloning tower." finished Darthenshmirtz, jolting Krennic out of his reminiscing. "If you look closely, you'll be able to see platypus embryos growing in those capsules."

"Interesting." Krennic remarked. "And where is your training center?" Darthenshmirtz looked at him in surprise, almost as though Krennic should already have known the answer.

"There's no training required." he explained. "The combat and tactical skills are genetically coded into their minds."

"May I see a specimen?" he asked. Darthenshmirtz nodded, and signaled Yaami. The lieutenant pressed a button on his tablet. A couple of Separatist Commando Battle Droids appeared out of nowhere. Then, a huge door on the far side of the atrium, near the concierge's desk was ( see chapter six), opened.

Author's Note: As you're reading the following bit, I want you to imagine Darth Maul's theme playing. It'll make the scene better. Trust me.

As the door slowly opened, fourteen diminutive silhouettes, about roughly a meter high, were visible. As the light slowly moved over their bodies, more features became visible. An orange bill and feet, blue fur, and an orange beaver tail. All of them were wearing gray jumpsuits with the cog-shaped Imperial logo emblazoned on each shoulder.

"Tactical scenario 87-B!" shouted Yaami. "Two hostiles, one hostage!" As he said the words, one of the droids grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to his knees. "START!" he shouted. Immediately, both the droids and the platypus clones responded responded.

Both droids began shooting at the clones, while thirteen of the semi-aquatic mammals did a series of acrobatic leaps and twists out of the line of fire. The fourteenth jumped towards a commando droid. It hit it square in the chest, and the droid fell. The clone grabbed the droid's blaster, but was felled by a stun blast from the one holding down Yaami. The others were quick to react, taking it down in a minute, losing only the other two.

At that point, the door the platypuses entered through opened again. This time, instead of living weapons, it was more commando droids. Twenty more, to be exact.

The two groups started fighting again as Yaami retreated back to Krennic and Darthenshmirtz's position. Krennic watched with bemused interest, while Darthenshmirtz just looked bored.

"There, was...um...another reason I flew all the way out here." Orson said all of a sudden, as they watched the chaos.

"Hmm?"

"You know how you designed the Death Star, Heinz?" Darthensmirtz nodded.

"The Emperor himself has personally selected you to design an even larger battle station; the Death Star 2 II."

Yeah, yeah. Krennic died at the end of Rouge One. But please keep in mind my opening comment.

Glossary:

Twi'Lek: Tailheaded species. In the special, that was what Vanessa was.

Delta Class shuttle: Krennic's shuttle from Rouge One

Lambada class shuttle: The regular Imperial shuttle

Death Trooper: Krennic's personal guards from Rouge One

Orson Krennic - : Imperial from rouge one

Lola Sayu: Prison planet.

Carlist Riekann: Rebel General from Empire Strikes Back

AC-ACT: Walker from rouge one. Bit bigger than AT-AT.

So as you can see here, I'm trying to portray Liea as the action-taking Liea from Return of the Jedi, not the Damsel in Distress from New Hope or the "I'm-only-gonna-be-in-this-movie-for-seven-minutes-to-please-the-fans" liea of Force Awakens.

Let me know of any typos in your review!