"One; Pick your target."
"Done."
"Two; Get a good handful of mud."
"Done."
"No, take a bigger one."
"Okay… Done"
"Good. Three; Pack the mud together into a hard ball."
"Right. Done."
"Four; Take aim."
"Be careful not to aim to low. This is not as accurate as the targeting computer in an x-wing."
"Duly noted. Ready."
"Just five left then." Wes' evil smile widened a bit more. "Five; Fire!"
Gavin's arm shot out, the mud ball hitting the intended target square in the back. The target started to turn around making the three pilots duck behind their cover fast. They did not even notice who their target had been.
"Think he spotted us?" Gavin panted, out of breath.
"You worried?" Wes teased.
"Don't tease the kid." Hobbie said, "Not his fault no one ever taught him this kind of stuff."
"Hey, I don't ne…" Gavin was cut of as all three pilots comlinks went off.
After looking down at his, Wes said. "Think we have to continue this later."
"Yeah, if only no one nick our stuff." Hobbie said worriedly.
"Don't worry that's not gonna happen." Wes said. "Let's get going."

After two hours Wes and Hobbie finally made it back to their stuff, though only to find it gone.
"Oh, come on! Who would steal a bucket of mud?" Wes said with an extremely irritated look in his eyes. He looked wildly around for a moment. "Probably some stupid cleaner or something."
"More likely someone who wants revenge." Hobbie said.

Across the hangar from Wes and Hobbie two other pilots were hiding behind some boxes.
"Right where I want them." Wedge said an evil smile spreading across his face.
"You're evil." Tycho noted.
"So?" Wedge raised a daring eyebrow at his friend.
"So, get on with it." Tycho smiled. Wedge glanced over at his x-wing, which were still splattered with small spots of mud from when he had been hit just before the squadron had been called in for the briefing. Also his flight suit was still covered in the stuff.
"I wonder how they get this stuff of their hands." Wedge mumbled as he gathered a nice big ball of mud in his hands.
"Yeah, smells really bad." Tycho agreed making his own mud ball.
Across the hangar Wes and Hobbie were starting towards their x-wings apparently having given up on their mud.
"Ready?" Wedge asked receiving a nod from Tycho and he continued. "Aim. And. Fire!"
The two arms shot out slinging a mudball each.
Seconds later everybody in the hangar looked up as the two targeted Rogues cried out in surprise as they were both hit straight in the neck by big balls of mud.
On the other side of the hangar the two other Rogues curled up laughing at their friends reactions. When Wes and Hobbie saw their friends laughing and noted that their hands were covered in mud they started towards them.
"What is…" Wes started angrily, but Wedge cut him of.
"Don't, Janson! This is payback and it is exactly what you deserve!" Wedge said. "This and the work you're going to get, cleaning the mud of my x-wing!"