(Hi, this is my first story so I thought I'd give you an idea of what it's about. It follows an expanded universe character named Tallisibeth Enwandung-Esterhazy, known by her nickname Scout. She was first used in author Sean Stewarts book Yoda:Dark Rendezvous. I really enjoyed the character and so decided to write a fan fic about her. However, I do not own this character nor any other characters or ideas portrayed in this story)
Chapter 1
Sunsets on Coruscant are always spectacular. The beauty blood red light of the falling sun is rarely lost on even the busiest of Corusanti. At this climax of the day, heads in air taxis turn, beings halt, and all eyes turn to watch the last bit of unconquered nature on the city planet of Coruscant. However, even as the sun dances it's ballad across the sky, there are those who don't watch. Those whose lives carry one purpose. Those bred solely for war. In the lower streets of Corusant, the metallic stamping of boots tells many more shifty characters to flee to the dark alleyways. Few clone trooper contingents came this far into lower Corusant. Most of the time, they were busy guarding the streets of rich senators and patrolling streets where anti-war protests took place. As the crowd parted before them, few would have recognized the green and blue teardrop emblem on their shoulders, showing them to be of the 24th Legion, a unit virtually decimated in the tunnels beneath Cato Neimoidia. Those who remained after the weeks of fighting were noted for their excellence in tunnel warfare and skills with climbing and infiltration. Only consisting of about fifty men, their commander, Clone Commander C-41 was at the head of the column. Out of the clone surrounding him, only he noticed the sunset. As he gazed at the setting sun, he recognized its blood like color and was reminded of Cato Neimoidia. He sighed, remembering that hellish nightmare where over fifty percent of his platoon had been lost. If it hadn't been for the Jedi generals, they would never have gained victory in those tunnels. Shuddering he turned back to his men and his duty. Little did C-41 realize, that that sunset, that reminded him so much of bygone bloodshed signaled a new bloodshed, the bloodshed of sense and reason, of freedom and democracy, of the Jedi and of the Republic.
(This is my first story, so I'd really enjoy hearing what you all think of it. The next chapters should be coming very soon)