"Juan shi xiajing Mal! What the hell were ya thinkin' back there?" The voice of a young private hollered out to Mal. "hehe-woohoo.. Who's to say I was thinkin'.." Mal replied. He and the young private, James -Tio- Lewis, had been pinned down in a muddy foxhole. Their infantry had come across an Alliance Mule. Hyped with RPG's and three Alliance soilder's armed with assault rifles. The infantry was small, consisting of only six brown coats; Mal being the leader. Normaly he and Zoe were always in the same run of infantry, luckily this time was different. As the six were walking along, what was supposed to be a hidden trail; they were met with the thundering sounds of exploding grenades from the Alliance Mule and its' three-man crew. Needless to say the sudden suprise caught them all off guard; James and Mal barely making it out themselves. Once under cover, James tore the right sleeve off of his muddy coat and began to wave it in his left hand as he walked slowly towards the Mule. The Alliance Mule slowly moved towards him; unbenownst to them Mal was waiting for them to hover above him while he laid flat, draiped under his brown coat and hiding in the night.. As soon as the Mule passed over Mal, he planted two grenades into the exhaust of the Mule. And, as Mal puts it "Ran like a Nun with the Devil reachin' for her goodies." As soon as the grenades exploded, sending the Mule into the tenth level of the after world, a series of heavy fire began to burst through the night sky as Alliance and Independence forces began to clash. The two Men made a dash for the nearest foxhole..

There they sat, waiting for the fire fight to stop. Mal turned his head to the left and looked at James.. "heh.. well, that wasn't boring.. So, what do we have left in Ammo." Mal asked while openening a small chrome paket of bad chili rations. James patted himself down for a sec.. "Well...Let's see.. We have..... NOTHIN'!!" Shouted the private. "We lost most've our junk dealin' with that happy ambush, complete with the mule from