_author's note_ Hello to all who enter :D I'm new to this, this story is my first fanfic, so please comment on anything you think i need to/should change, or anything...Thanks! enjoy!
Rosco stepped out of the large temple into the blinding sunlight of Onderon and was met with the acrid smell of blood clogging the air. His helmet visors and air filters automatically switched on and Rosco slowly got a clear picture of what was happening. A feminine figure staggered backwards as another larger male outline slashed out multiple times with amazing speed and force. As the picture got clearer Rosco saw that a large pool of some type of liquid surrounded the female, no doubt blood, and her own at that. Out of instinct Rosco yanked out his blaster and shot at the larger figure, not stopping to think of the skill they may possess. All he knew was there were no males of that stature on this mission and that he- whoever he was- was attacking his general. The man looked over and Rosco recognized his face. Rosco corrected his aim, cursing under his breath. The man jumped clear of the shots and away into the brush. Rosco immediately holstered his blaster and sprinted forward.
Rosco ran towards the bloodied and grounded figure, throwing his helmet to the ground and kneeling by his beloved general. He gently scooped her up in his strong arms and placed her in his lap, cradling her broken body.