"I've said this before and I'll say it again, 'This is a shitting idea.'" Ten Bear complained. The two were paddling there transport for almost a half-hour. The muddy forest floor wasn't suitable for wheels added to a paddle-boat.

"Quit yapping, we're nearly there," Minh retorted. He looked just as tired as Ten Bear. "Just a few more minutes and we will see the docks."

"That's what you said a few minutes ago, word for word!"

Ten Bear stopped paddling immedietly, got out and started walking to the other direction. Minh had to stopped too, without someone to help him paddle his "transport."

"Where are you off too? I was serious when I said we were nearly there."

"You don't know where your going. You're lost and I don't want to get dragged down with you because of this foolhardy venture of yours, dammit!"

"So you would rather wait while the Alliance hovers above our orbit, wondering in fear whether they're gonna blow us out from space? We need to know what's going on. We need to get to Daves Docks."

Ten Bear stopped and looked at him with frustration. "That would be easier if we had a fucking direction to go by or some guiding star." He continued walking until he came to a clearing that allowed a peek into the sky amist the huge trees of the rainforest.

"Look up there. Do you see some North sar to point us the right way? No! No star, no light, no angel, nothing(he raised his arm to point) to point-

Zzoon! Zzoon! Several Striker-class war vessals flew overheard in the direction Ten Bear was pointing. Then Several more passed.

Ten Bear and Minh looked overhead, looked at each other, then in the direction the planes went. The two immedietly started running in the right direction.

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The Firefly transport Colonel Book commandeered landed on the landing platform. Daves Dock, being the only dock on New Inca, was the most populated town on the planet, the definition of population being some 550 people. That number shranked to 275 when news of the