A/N: what's up everyone. I've been sick out of work since Halloween (yup I got Covid-19 from work and then some other virus afterwards) and decided 'hey why not update this story? One of my favorite parts is in this chapter'. Anyway uh...

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story and Marissa Flynn

Ferb, Isabella and Perry couldn't believe their eyes as they stared ahead. There's no way they reconstructed the Death Star...right? Unfortunately, there was no denying what was right in front of them. It wasn't complete yet, luckily, but it was definitely the Death Star. What scared them more was that it seemed it was even bigger.

"How did they build another one?" Isabella whispered in fear, shaking, "Phineas is on that thing?"

Ferb's heart sunk, and he nodded, "We have to get him out."

Perry glared toward the space station. All the effort to blow up the first one, and they decided to build a new, bigger one. Even worse, Phineas was taken into that thing. Phineas was resilient though, right? He'd figure something out. He was alive. He could feel it.

Ferb stared at the Death Star, trying to pinpoint possibly where on that thing his brother was. Maybe he could try to sense him. Ferb closed his eyes to try and sense his brother, but he stepped back with a look of terror at what he DID feel. He felt a presence so cold and terrifying, so dark...he'd never felt anything like it before. It scared him for sure. If Phineas was on the new Death Star with whoever that presence was...it definitely wasn't good.

"Whoa, what's wrong, Ferb?" Isabella asked as she noticed Ferb's sudden panic, "is there something on there?"

Ferb nodded, "A presence so cold and dark that I can't even describe it."

"No way," Isabella said as she turned back to the front, "I hope Phineas will be okay. You don't think he's...with that presence, do you?"

Ferb didn't know. If he was with them, it certainly masked his brother's light presence. He could only hope that meant he was elsewhere. However, he couldn't feel Phineas anywhere else on the ship. Where was he?

"Well, whatever that presence is, we gotta get Phineas and get out of there," Isabella continued, and she looked around, "Something seems off. Look over there. There's a blockade of Stardestroyers. I'm sure they've spotted us by now, yet they haven't fired at us once. Do you think they already know we're coming?"

Perry wouldn't put it past Darthenshmirtz to let the troopers know that they'd come. He could only hope Phineas was okay. Like Isabella, Perry knew the Stardestroyers would have seen them by now, and someone on the Death Star probably knows they're there too. They knew they were coming. That was the only explanation.

"Okay, so they already know we're coming. That blows stealth which means we have to fight our way out. We get in, grab Phineas and fight our way out. What we do after that? I guess we reunite with Candace and figure it out after that. Ferb, you got your lightsaber if we need it, right?"

Ferb nodded, showing his sheathed weapon.

"Alright...let's get Farmboy back."

Phineas woke up in the middle of the destroyed pod. It crash landed so hard that it fell apart. He found himself in the middle of a forest. How strange.

"I wonder where this is," Phineas thought out loud, "How do I even find out if there isn't any technology...and more importantly, how do I send a signal to the Chihuahua?"

He brushed the dust and dirt off his clothes, and decided he'd get nowhere just sitting here. He had to find a way to contact Isabella and Ferb. Looking around, he spotted some traps. They seemed pretty low tech which meant it was probably natives of the land. He could start with trying to find them and ask if they had any ideas. Then again, they could be enemies.

"I guess I could just defend myself with my-" Phineas said, and he felt his belt loop, remembering he was weaponless, "ah nuts…"

Without his lightsaber, he was a little more on the helpless side. Maybe he could fashion a weapon with a fallen branch or something. He had to find some way to defend himself in case he ran into trouble, whether it be native or stormtroopers...He walked along the woods, keeping an eye out for anyone else. He was a little hungry, but he wasn't used to eating food raw. He didn't think it wise to start a fire either. He rested on a tree branch. He supposed that he could sleep in the tree if it came to it. He'd be safer hidden in the branches probably. If he found a cave or den, he'd maybe sleep down there. Food would be his biggest issue, not to mention trying to find a way to communicate with his friends. He was a resourceful inventor, but all he could see was trees. Even the traps lacked metal. Sure he could make a weapon out of trees, but that wasn't gonna get him off the planet. He only hoped natives of this place were friendly. Perhaps they would at least help him find shelter…

First thing's first, he should create a weapon to defend himself. He had some tools, so he could at least sharpen the branches into a sharp point. He looked around for the best branch to serve as a weapon. He spotted a nice one about twenty feet away. With a smile, he ran over to the branch. However...his victory was short lived as he suddenly felt a trap entangle him. A net wrapped around him, and it sprung into the air. He dangled from a sturdy branch, so it wasn't going to break. He sighed until he could see...metal…

"This doesn't look high-tech enough to be a stormtrooper's trap...but it looks different from all the other traps...so it's not completely native either," he reasoned, "it almost looks...human made."

Phineas looked around, surely the constructor of the trap would go to claim their prey right? He could hear the faint footsteps of someone moving around. They were very cautious too.

"Hello?" he called out, "I don't mean any harm. I'm lost."

There was no answer. Whoever he could hear before had come to a complete stop and was hiding. Phineas looked around, and he spotted a shadow, barely visible behind a tree.

"I don't mean any harm, and I'm sorry I triggered your trap. Please let me down, and I can explain myself."

The figure behind the tree was silent, almost like they were afraid, but there was a small voice, "Identify yourself!"

"Uh...my name is Phineas," Phineas replied, "will you please let me down?"

"H-how do I know I can trust you?"

The small voice caught Phineas off guard. They sounded not much older than he did, "Um, if you let me down, I'll explain everything. Please? I crash landed here, and I'm looking for-"

"Answer me! How do I know you're not with the Empire? You certainly dress like a Sith," the small voice interrupted, extremely shakily.

Phineas sighed, "Okay, about that, I'm not a Sith. Someone captured me, planning to turn me to the Dark Side, and they made me change into this. I promise you that I'm a Jedi...well maybe just a padawan, but I'm definitely not with the Empire."

"What are you doing here then? I've never seen anyone other than the troopers and my family here," the small voice replied a little calmer, "nobody comes here except to check on that shield generator the Empire built."

"Shield generator?"

"Yeah, it powers up the deflector shield around that new Death Star."

"So...there are stormtroopers here? Uh...where is here?"

"You're on the forest moon of Endor."

"Endor...and is there a way I can contact a ship out there?"

"Why?" the voice called and Phineas could feel them getting tense, "to call some sort of reinforcements to invade us?"

"No, no, no," Phineas clarified, "I just wanna get ahold of my friends, so I can go home."

"I see...well I hate to break it to ya, but the only communication hub around here is the one the troopers built to keep tabs on the construction of the Death Star."

Phineas' eyes widened. That was twice the voice called it the Death Star, "Hey...how come you know the name of it?"

The voice was silent, and Phineas was afraid maybe he'd scared them off, but there was a whimper, "because I was a prisoner on the first one for a year."

"Oh...I...I'm so sorry. Hey um...can you let me down please? I promise I mean no harm."

He could hear footsteps, and suddenly the net fell to the ground. The figure retreated behind the tree once more. Phineas looked over, and he could see the figure a little more clearer. They were small, and they definitely looked and sounded like a little girl, not much older than he was. He wondered why she was so scared.

"Thanks," he said, "you...don't have to be so afraid of me."

"I'm not afraid," the little girl replied from the shadows.

"Usually when someone hides and points their weapon toward a potential threat, that means they're afraid. Come on out. I'm not gonna hurt you."

The little girl contemplated her next move, and she slowly stepped into the light. She didn't lower her spear quite yet. Phineas' eyes widened as his jaw dropped. That face and that neck. There was no way, but the resemblance was uncanny. She looked just like Candace if she was younger.

"You...you're…"

The little girl glared, "My name is Marissa...Marissa Flynn."

Dun dun dun! Looks like he found his long lost sister...but why is she so young? Find out next chapter! Would love some reviews. I could really use help picking a chapter title lol.

Carpe Diem!