ah, finaly done w yay! thanks everyone for reading and comenting, its seriously keeping me going on this story lol. ah, now if only i can get through the next few chapters withought difficulty XD anyways enjoy, and don't forget to comment

Chapter 9: it's a miracle!

Surrounded and outnumbered, with innocent and defenseless civilians in my care, how the hell am I to survive this!

Angel cut through three droids, it seemed that the grunts were done with, and now they were moving in the heavy artillery. Lucky fought besides his commander, along with Runt, who was working a much larger gun then Lucky.

"Death balls commander!" Lucky called out.

She smiled. "Let's dance," she said coldly, then turned her head to Runt. "Cover us," she called out. He nodded his head, as Angel unhooked her papa's lightsaber and activated it, and Lucky went for his duel pistols, the two ran out in the open, she defected the blasts, as Lucky slid under one death ball shooting it from underneath, killing it.

"keep it tight Lucky, your still recovering," Angel said as she force jumped above him, blocking more attacks in midair, before she landed on another death ball, stabbing it in the head then falling down, dragging the lightsaber with her. Their attack went on like this, with Runt and the others took out the other non-shielded ones. But there were too many droids and their forces were dwindling fast.

"We need a miracle," she called Ahsoka. "We can't hold them forever, are there any signs of reinforcements?" she asked blocking another attack.

"Hopefully soon," Ahsoka replied, that was right they were waiting for the other half of their forces to return form the building, which had a gaping hole in the roof.

Angel groaned and continued fighting. She had dodged a shot, but forgot that Runt was behind her, "Runt!" she yelled, he wasn't paying much attention to the blast coming at him, cause he thought Angel would have deflected it, and was focusing on another attack. Angel used the force to pull him away from the line of fire, but was distracted by the coming attack of three common battle droids, and wasn't able to prevent Runt from getting hit, his arm scraped by the blast.

"What the?" he asked confused and in pain, he ducked down, trying to duck away from the line of fire.

Angel cut up some more enemies in a series of steps, which made it look like she was dancing. But she was losing energy, and was in need of a break.

I hope Ahsoka is doing better than me.

Ahsoka was starting to worry, they have been defending for so long now, and Anakin wasn't anywhere in site, and neither was reinforcements. She wondered what was happening to them but knew that she had no time to think about her master, she had to keep herself, and the men under her alive for as long as she can. Rex was a big help, saving the padawan a few times when she was starting to lag in her movements. And when she thought she was done for, the sounds of a lightsaber going through metal were heard. Turning her head she could see that Anakin and Obi-Wan and their men had finally arrived.

"Hey Snips, didn't think I would have to save you again," Anakin smiled jokingly.

Ahsoka gave him a weary smile. "Please master, you just took too long to join the party."

"How is Angel?" Obi Wan asked.

"She hasn't contacted us in a while; she is holding up the rear, we have been completely surrounded." She replied.

A worried look spread across Obi Wan's face and he took his men and left heading over to Angel, however when he was halfway there, he saw that Runt was injured and was being helped up by Lucky, who had a very pissed off feeling coming from him.

"What happened?" he asked.

"Angel, she, she just gave herself up, that damn Grievous, he…he had the whole thing planned." Lucky growled.

Wide eyed, and even more worried, Obi wan ran past the troopers, arriving in time to see Angel knocked out on the floor at Grievous's feet.

"That's no way to treat a lady," he said standing in an attacking position.

"Stay out of this Jedi," Grievous growled picking Angel up by the back of her top. "Get any closer, and I'll kill her, and send more troops to finish you off."

Obi Wan was in a tight situation, and having Angel unconscious, wasn't good either. He held his stance, but dropped his lightsaber. Hands up. "You win this one Grievous," he frowned.

If the cyborg could smile he would. Backing up with Angel in his hands, he hadn't noticed a ship behind him, and some ground troops, wearing white armor, with purple markings. Obi Wan kept his face in that frown, and look of disgust, while the clones took aim and fired their goal not to kill the man but to get him to release their commander. With an unpleasant grunt and a growl, Grievous saw that he was suddenly outnumbered, and he ran off towards the forest that was conveniently located by the village, and the battle zone. One of the men that were leading the group told some of the others to go after him, while he and their medic checked up on Angel. Angel lay on the floor, once again, her hair a mess and, blood was dripping down her face.

"Who are working for?" Obi Wan asked.

The trooper looked up at him. "I'm temporary captain of the 130th, I was sent here to help my commander," he finished. "Names Ryus," he said as he picked Angel up, and was walking to the village.

For once in my life I had regret, I regret that I wasn't able to protect you….

It was then that I felt a pain greater than any blaster wound, was when I saw you give up on my behalf….

Angel was still unconscious, it had been a few hours since the assault, and they had expected her to be up by now. The medical droid said she would, but they guessed it was wrong. Runt sat in the med bay watching over Angle in turns with her brothers, he smiled at that thought, it was the first time he heard that a Jedi, or anyone who was a nonclone, call a clone their brother, and Angel had three. Spaz sat up and stared at runt then angel, and back a runt, who was holding his arm, a white cloth with a bit of blood on it, was tied around the blaster wound he had gotten.

"Angel did that huh?"

Runt looked up at Spaz, and then nodded his head. "Yeah, before she got hurt," he replied softly.

"She really likes you, I guess on this ship you're her favorite," Spaz sighed leaning back in the bed.

Runt looked shocked, but a warm smile spread across his face. It changed suddenly when he heard Angel moan and roll over on her side. She had been hit hard on the head, opening some of the surgical scars on her forehead, and sides. Doc had sewn them shut, but he worried about her, coming in every five minutes to check her temperature, or pulse. Sometimes he would pace in front of her bed, or check her for any bruises or cuts he might have missed on the first checkup.

"If it wasn't for the arrival of her men, she would be gone or dead," Runt said, more to himself then Spaz.

"We are her little miracle workers," he chuckled. "We tend to be there in the nick of time," he finished. He didn't look at Runt or anyone for that moment. "I wonder what she dreams about."

Runt looked up at him a little confused, "what do you mean?"

"Everyone dreams, even us clones, when I see Angel sleeping like that, I wonder what she dreams about, especially after something like this."

"The question is why did she let herself get to this condition, she has more skill in her pinky then that cyborg has in his whole body, why would she let herself get beat?" Lucky asked walking into the med bay; he sat down next to Angel and brushed aside some hair that covered her eyes. "I'm sorry sis."

Everyone seemed to have gathered into the med bay, General Skywalker, commander Tano, and captain Rex, filed in first, Doc came in, a tray of food, and a small bundle of flowers, and Obi Wan was the last one to enter the room.

"Is she awake yet?" Doc asked.

Spaz shook his head. "Sorry Doc, but she is still out, how hard was she hit?"

The room fell silent and Runt pulled his hands into tight fists. He looked down at his hands and then at Angel.

"She got hit hard; Grievous didn't think she was telling the truth, he was going to kill her."

"She knew what the target was on their mission, and she used it to her advantage, so she thought, making a deal to go without a fight, for the safety of troops, and the villagers, she took care of Runt's injury before she gave herself in, and then was struck in the forehead, knocking her out instantly." Lucky reported looking down at Angel; he felt like he could have done more, he could have done anything to keep his commander safe.

Runt's hand was still on the white cloth Angel normally uses as a blindfold, or something to hold her hair up. He knew why she did what she did, and he couldn't get her words out of his head. "I'm doing this cause I want to, I can't fail you, besides, what's one life compared to millions?" her smile was so calming, and bright, even though she knew she might never see them again, might never return. Yet she went and did that.

A small whimpering sound made everyone stop talking and turn their focus to Angel, who rolled in the bed a few times, whimpering, and shaking, it seemed she was having a nightmare of some kind.

"N…no don't leave me…." She mumbled reaching out, grabbing at air.

Lucky, who was closer, took hold of her hand, and the girl's arm fell and she smiled, turning towards Lucky.

"I'm not leaving you, no one is," he said reassuringly, and as if she had heard him, she shifted to a more peaceful slumber.

"Now I really wonder what she dreams about," Spaz added shaking his head.

Sleeping there, peacefully, as if nothing had happened, but I know, we all know, how much pain you were in, I'm sorry we failed you…I failed you, please Angel open your eyes. ~ Her brothers and Runt.

I'm sorry, you must all be so worried, this is my fault, I thought that I could solve this problem, that I can save you all, but I was wrong, I failed you please forgive me. ~Angel