Mal hunkered behind a shallow wall, sheltering himself from the steady rain of fist-sized bits of pulverized buildings.

"Damn, it's wet out." He observed wryly to no one but himself.

The barrage slowed so the chunks of debris became fewer and farther between. Mal checked his clip. Not as many rounds as he would have liked, but it would just have to do. Gathering his brown coat about himself, he brought his rifle to his shoulder and pivoted around his protective wall. His initial spray of bullets efficiently took out two unsuspecting Alliance soldiers as they were still cowering from the debris storm. Mal dashed past their sprawled bodies.