Anakin shrieked as the death of a powerful, but putrid soul (or souls?) sent waves across the Force. In the next second he was staggered by the shook that ran through the Negotiator, and he almost fell to the floor. At the same time the lights had gone off for a second, before the backup-system launched itself. Huh, we're lucky, we weren't in the hyperspace." Anakin thought. As he tried to find his balance, he had to blink, as his Force-senses suddenly sharpened to their usual level. It was like when you're watching the world through a shroud of veil, and don't realise how much it worsen your sight, until you remove it. He automatically reached out through the Force, in order to gain understanding of the events. „Something evil has just died…an explosion in the hangar…fortunately it didn't hit a leak on the hulk, but it broke the Main Energy-cabel…two people are in there…one is unconscious, but OK, the other is in pain, and getting weaker and weaker…and… she's…"
„Ahsoka!" he cried out, and ran for it. He ran, like he had never run before. In his race, he activated his comlink:
„Bridge, this is General Skywalker, do you receive?"
„Yes, General, but we're a bit bus…"
„I don't care! Send a medical to the hangar instantly! My Padawan's been seriously injured. If that droid won't be there, when I arrive, I swore, you won't get a job on board a crusier ever again!"
„Understood, General!" Anakin turned his comlink off as he turned on a corner. He passed by a clone who ran on the other way, but stopped in the moment he noticed him:
"General!..."
„Not now!
„But Sir, Commander Tano sent me to report to you immediately!" Anakin pulled the brake, and turned back to the soldier:
„What's it?"
„Sir," he started hesitantly „I was… I was guarding that prisoner…" he got stucked here. Anakin felt the clone's embarassment, and yelled at him
„Split it out already!"
„Sir, the prisoner and the Togruta girl have… disappeared. The Commander went after them." Anakin was nearly blinded by anger when he heard this. But his concern for Ahsoka was stronger, so he only sent a murderous glimpse to the clone and hissed:
„Damn, it! I hope you have a good explanation, or you won't get away with this. Go, report General Kenobi as well! We'll deal with you later!" he didn't even finish the sentence, when he was already running. „I hope the turbolifts're working." he thought.
„How's she?" Anakin busted into the medical room. Since those crap lifts were down, because of the low energy, he had too take the longer way, through the sevice-routes. He was glad to see, that Ahsoka has already been transported here. „It's a good thing they have their own generator here." he thought. The 2-1B meddroid turned to him while replying:
„She has suffered second and third degree burns on five percent of her body, and first degrees on another fifteen percent. Three of her ribs have been broken. She also received a wound on her right thigh, but I already fixed that. The problem is, she's bleeding internally, and she has already lost a critical amount of blood. Even if we operate her immediately, it wouldn't help much. She needs transfusion, but unfortunately neither we, neither the other crusisers of the fleet has blood of her blood-group in store."
„WHAT?" he yelled in utter disbelief „Why?"
„Since we usually have to treat clones, we only have syntetic-blood for them, and a few pacs in case one the officers would be injured."
„Then send a message to the nearest medical center, and order matching blood for her!"
„The nearest center is the one next to the Dantoonie. I'm afraid, it would take more time to deliver the blood, than how much she has."
„Could a Jedi-healer help her?" Anakin asked desperately, as he remembered, that Barriss was on his ship, only few parsecs away from the Negotiator. But Tuvanbi shook his head.
„No, unless she could fill her circulatory system with blood." Anakin felt devastated „I've lost Mom, Padmé, I can't lose even her!" he had to fight his tears „It seems I bring only badluck to everyone." he decided:
„Check my blood-type." if the droid had been able to be surprised, it would've dropped it's iron-chin.
„Sir, are you…"
„Yes, I want to donate my blood." he answered, while taking down his armour and his tunic. 2-1B tried to prospect:
„Sir, the amount of blood she needs is way too high, to be taken from one person, esspecially at once. Even if I'd take only half the amount, you'd end up in a shape near to her's."
„I don't care! Make that freaking test already!" he shouted at the droid, holding his left hand to him. The droid pricked his arm with a needle, and checked his blood.
„The group is matching." he declared after a three seconds pause „But I have to warn you Sir, interspecies blood-transfusion, has a thirty percent chanse of causing severe, probably even fatal immune reaction in the receivers organism."
„Not, if the donated blood is rich enough in midi-chlorians. And you couldn't find a richer one in the whole universe than mine." the droid seemed to „hesitate".
„Are you…"
„JUST DO IT, ALREADY!" Anakin yelled at it. „May the Force be with us!"