Hello again! I'm very sorry about the mistakes in the last two chapters. I've been posting on the Fanfiction app that I have on my iPhone and, somehow, it's been screwing with the format. I'm publishing on a laptop today, as a test. Also, for those of you that may or may not be wondering, this story takes place after their little Mortis encounter, which will play a vital role later on. *hint hint* ;) I don't really have anything to say for this beginning A/N, so just enjoy!

Anakin raced his fighter to the surface, after Ahsoka's. How could he have let this happen? She was his Padawan, his sister and daughter, his closest friend. He shouldn't have cared about what the Council declared. He shouldn't have let her come. Now it was going to go up in flames- literally.

Not even making a careful landing- much to his droid's dismay- he rushed to his Padawan's fighter. She had to make it out of this alive. He didn't even notice when a lump rose in his throat.

Using the Force, he ripped the dome off of her fighter. There she was, unconscious and covered in burns and blood, hardly alive. The knight observed that her presence was still there- just very faint. Very, very faint. He hoisted her petite form out of the flaming fighter-gone-flaming-projectile. Her astromech, R7, was near destroyed. There'd be no recovering it. He hoped his Snips didn't end up the same way.

He set her flat on the ground and checked her pulse. It was as faint as her Force signature. After calling in a small med team for EVAC, he began CPR. After a few minutes, he became dizzy from such an output of air from his lungs. Looking up, he saw a Pelta-Class frigate begin arrival on the surface; Anakin guessed they had their presence cloaked. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when the team emerged with a stretcher and a medkit. Her pulse had also grown stronger, albeit the girl was in very bad condition.

"Sir, we are to take her back to the Resolute," one of the EVAC team told the General. "You are still needed to lead the mission, but CT-7567 is holding out rather well- no casualties were suffered. Admiral Yularen sends his concern but needs you to be weary of the battle." Anakin nodded in response and gave a solute, which the trooper returned.

Kriff. He'd left Rex to lead the battle without him. The troubled general watched as the team took his Padawan onto the frigate and then took off. She needed to be okay.

The battle raged in the skies above, and Anakin's fighter zoomed toward it, taking out as many droids as possible.

"There you are, General!" Rex greeted him.

"Good to see you, Rex," Anakin replied, his worry still for Ahsoka.

"How's Commander Tano?"

"She's-" he was cut off by the beep of his comm link. "Hang on a second, Rex. Incoming transmission.

"Skywalker, here."

"Anakin," it was Obi-Wan. "I'm sorry about what happened to Ahsoka, but the medical team confirmed that she will make it. They've steadied her pulse." Anakin could've cried, but restrained himself. She was okay! He had to settle for a relieved sigh instead. "After you and your team have completed the airstrike, we'll come in and take out the ground forces. Hopefully, we shan't be needing to retake this planet."

"I agree, Master. And thank you for the news," Anakin replied to his former master.

"I hope this calms you, Anakin. The Negotiator shall be arriving close to the Resolute. From there we'll be preparing for battle. Ashoka is being taken onboard the Resolute as we speak. She'll be going into surgery in mere minutes."

"Sounds good, Master. Tell Ahsoka..." Another lump rose in his throat, "Tell her I'll come and see her as soon as I can."

"I will, Anakin."

"Alright, then. Skywalker out." He closed off the connection and resumed his talk with Rex. "I'm back, Rex. And Commander Tano is going to be okay."

"That's good to know, General," Rex replied, a hint of thankfulness in his voice.

"It is." He had just realized the blurriness of his eyes, and quickly blinked it away. "Alright, boys, let's finish this battle so Obi-Wan's forces can move in and take back Ryloth."

A chorus of confident shouts erupted and the battle was on.

The battle in the skies had subsided and General Kenobi's squadron flew through on the offensive, ready for a ground attack.

Meanwhile, the Shadow Squadron made its way back to the Resolute. They were told by their general to rest, but be ready to move in to help Obi-Wan with the siege. Seeing as there were few Separatist forces left on Ryloth- most of which were in the sky, now defeated- there was only a small chance of General Kenobi needing backup. They'd be prepared anyway.

Anakin Skywalker made his way down to the Resolute Medbay to visit his Padawan, whom he greatly hoped was faring well after surgery. A medical droid escorted him to her cot. She was covered in bacta patches and bandages, but the worst of her injuries. And to Anakin it was a miracle.

He took a seat in the chair the droid had pulled up next to her cot and took her hand. It hadn't been touched by the searing metal or flames. Running his fingers over her small hand, Anakin let out a sigh. She would be okay. His little girl would be okay. He gently pressed her palm to his cheek. Even if she'd been in flames, she'd been cold to the touch when he pulled her from the wreckage- cold with the pull of death. But he didn't lose her. And he refused to.

He wouldn't lose her- or so he thought.

Heh heh heh... I gave you two "hints..." It's all falling together and I've written the basic plot in my notes. Stay tuned for more, guys. Remember, daily updates! If there are any mistakes with the italics or stray code and whatnot, please know that it's probably just fan glitches- OH GODS MY DOG JUST BROKE THE AIR. EW. *suffocates* *wheezes: Pluto out! *cough*