[center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/692991109382668308/909347051190509578/MaishaArbintz.png?width=720&height=103[/img][/center][hr]Dozens of emerald blaster bolts and the TIE/ln fighters that accompanied them streaked through the debris field above mining planet Vanquo. The Imperial Remnant was desperately attempting to hunt down the target that just destroyed their Gozanti-class cruiser. The formation held as best it could while laying down a barrage of fire, but garbage from years past and wreckage from their cruiser eventually forced the squadron to break off into their respective groups.

When the barrage stopped, Maisha retaliated.

A large, Mandalorian freighter suddenly banked towards the first group, unleashing a torrent of cannon fire that easily tore through the four unshielded fighters before they could react. Maisha immediately began to open fire on the second group, but the Imperial pilots had the wit to take cover behind a piece of debris. While the obstruction was quickly cleared, the TIE fighters had the time to reorientate and begin a strafing run against the Charred Wing.

Their hail of fire showed the freighter with explosions and one of the pilots might even let out a cry of victory. However, any celebration would be too soon. As the third group closed in on where the wreckage of the freighter should’ve been, they were met with a burst of laser fire that destroyed two of the fighters. Before the other two could respond, the Charred Wing flew out of the cloud of dust and rammed into the survivors of the third group, sending them up into flames.

At this point, the second group knew they were outgunned and outmatched. They began to retreat, knowing that they could not destroy their target without more support.

From his bridge, Maisha breathed a temporary sigh of relief, glad that he didn't have to shoot down any more of those ships. He felt...bad, wiping them out like that. There was no challenge, no honor, it was just a pathetic slaughter. The Mandalorian unbuckled his seat restraints, leaned back in his pilot seat, and closed his eyes for a moment, resting after the lengthy trip to Vanquo and the recent assault on the Imperial ships stationed here. He slowly drifted off into sl-

Out of nowhere, alarms started to blare through the bridge!

Maisha's eyes shot open to see multiple target locks on his ship and the thundering of turbolasers against the debris around him. He snapped himself upright and gripped the controls, but even as he began evasive maneuvers, multiple concussion missiles and a broadside of turbolasers impacted the Charred Wing. 

Within the bridge, Maisha was sent flying from his seat into the wall, where it all went black.
[hr]The sound of bickering and gagging of a nearby man woke Maisha up, but it was the commotion of people's confusion that made him open his eyes and leap to his feet. Seeing all the unfamiliar and strange faces, the Mandalorian's right hand shot to his hip, gripping the handle of his PRX-16 while he pointed his left hand out towards the room, fingers ready to activate the flamethrowers. He gradually backed towards a corner as he got his bearing on the situation.

His eyes darted around the room, taking note of the glass walls that encased them and a man in leather convulsing on the floor like he had a droid popper shoved up his a$$. There were many others, but he only took note and the weapons the held, which ranged from slugthrowers, to blades of all sorts, to even a  barbed club. Primative, but still no doubt deadly when given numbers. 

When he eventually looked up, he saw the woman standing on an elevated platform, dressed clean whites and speaking with less emotion than a droid. Based on the stories of his parents, if there was ever a human that could pass as a Kaminoan, it would be her. Maisha had the temptation to threaten her, but then he saw how she released the man in leather from his convulsions, as if there was some sort of restraint device on them. 

Maisha's left hand rubbed his nape to feel for a collar or implant, but he found none. It wasn't as if they'd have the courtesy of taking off his armor just to shove something inside him, put him back in his armor and shove him in a cage. That'd be ridiculous! These circumstances were...very strange. All he could do was hold onto the nugget of information the woman gave them. They were to meet with a "Mr. Luthor" as if they were mercenaries. Well, Maisha was a bounty hunter, but that was besides the point.

This was all very suspicious. He last remembered being bombarded by heavy ordnance, so how did he end up in a glass box? This was nothing like the Empire's style, minus the drab grey, and he couldn't imagine the New Republic resorting to these kinds of measures. Maybe he'd crashed onto Vanquo and this was the residence of some sort of local warlord or noble. Whatever the case...Maisha had to remain weary as he searched for his ship and an opportunity to jump from this planet as soon as possible. This will be some story to tell his buddies; they'll think he was crazier than they thought!

[hr][center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/692991109382668308/909680275238318080/ElissaTahtinenAlt2.png?width=720&height=103[/img][/center][hr]Next to the corner where Maisha stood, a chocolate brown and khaki furred wolf stretched out with a satisfied growl, shaking off the stupor of sleep from her limbs as she looked around at the new environment. That nap had hit the spot! Contrary to Maisha, Elissa was more confused than alarmed at her new surroundings. She sat there, eyes darting from face to face and nose aggressively sniffing to air to look for familiar faces and scents. There were so many new scents and people! She didn't know who they were, but they were new people! 

There were a surprising number of angry looking people with the fragrance of dried blood lingering around them, sort of like Abaddon and Ori. They didn't scare her, though, because she could tell they were hunters, and hunters were familiar. Someone also smelled like the desert, so dry and coarse, like sand...but not the fun kind of sand from the beach… Then the stench hit Elissa nose, causing her to bury her nose into the nook of her leg. [i]No, thank you![/i] One was the stink of disease and pungent medicine and the other was scent of an unbathed rodent covered in cured furs and pelts. Did being in the city make her unused to the smell of wild animals?

Though Elissa wondered about the though,, she quickly was distracted when she noticed how big the rat was! It was the size of a human child! The wolf girl had noticed a little rumbly in her stummy. Hi]Hungry.[/i] The big rat look very tempting...and there was nothing stopping her…

The girl’s self-control held on for a little bit until the snarls of a rat and screams of a man reached her ears. Someone was in trouble! But who? There was a scary looking man with a barbed stick and a rat person… Elissa’s instinct chose for her as she sprang up onto all fours and leapt towards the rat, bounding over anyone in the way.

Her indecision had cost her the initiative, seeing how the conflict had already died down, but she was still going to follow through with her plan, latching her jaw onto the shoulder of the big rat. She then slumped to the ground trying to drag her prey down to the ground where they couldn't fight back. She completely ignored the other men nearby, only focused on the kill.

[hr][center][img]https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/692991109382668308/909347051190509578/MaishaArbintz.png?width=720&height=103[/img][/center][hr]The lunge of a furred beast from beside Maisha brought the Mandalorian out of his theorizing. Elissa's assault was more than obvious to Maisha and he immediately followed her to her target. While he was not fast enough to intercept the wolf, it wasn't long before he slipped his hands between the beast's jaws and the rat. With as much force as he could muster, he attempted to pry them off the man-rat, but even with all his strength, he could not budge the wolf’s maw, [color=13dddd][b]"[i]Kot'uliik bes’uram![/i] (Mighty beast with jaws of iron!) Clamberwolves don’t have a jaw this strong!"[/b][/color]

Still, Maisha’s efforts weren’t for nothing. Elissa’s focus left the rat she was trying to eat and onto the man that hands in her mouth. Protecting herself seemed to take a higher priority than eating a random rat. However, with the she-wolf no longer trying to bite the rat, she was now trying to bite Maisha! 

The iron jaw clamped down on Maisha’s gauntlet, where it was abruptly stopped, much to the wolf’s visible confusion. The unstoppable force had met the unmovable object that was beskar. Two more renewed attempts were made to bite through, but all she could do was scratch the metal. 

While Elissa tried to bite off Maisha’s hand, the pilot wrapped his other arm around the wolf’s windpipe and began to apply pressure. Though it wasn’t going to knock out the crazy wolf anytime soon, it was enough to give yet another distraction to the beast as he scrambled to find some way to restrain the damned beast. His eyes shot back and forth across the room, looking for assistance or anything that could help, [color=13dddd][b]"Help? Anyone? No offers? [i]Vor’e nass![/i] (Thanks for nothing!)"[/b][/color]

The sudden grappling match between man and beast continued for several seconds, with tooth and claw clashing against iron skin. Normally, a beast like this should be difficult to restrain, but Elissa was stronger than any animal her size had any right to be. As they struggled to gain control, Maisha found a ribbon around the wolf’s neck and seeing it as ideal leverage, he yanked back as hard as he could.

To his surprise, the creature that he pulled away was no longer a wolf, but a human girl! In his hand was the choker of red-haired girl around his age, staring up at him with confused green eyes and a bloody mouth. Not quite sure what to do, he just stood there while the girl took a few quick sniffs.

[color=F2B872][b]“Orimos? Armor similar, but...no… Fox? Fire, but...too arti-arre...fake. I do not know you...”[/b][/color]

The first name clearly belonged to a Mandalorian given its pronunciation and the association with armor, but he wasn’t sure about the second name. What could’ve made this girl mistake him for someone else and more importantly, how in the abstract hell did she turn into a wolf and back??? He had so many questions, but all Maisha could manage was, [color=13dddd][b]“You shouldn’t. I don’t recall ever meeting someone like you… I’m Maisha Arbintz...you?”[/b][/color]

[color=F2B872][b]“Me too...I am Elissa.”[/b][/color]

Maisha noted the slow, simplistic speech as if the girl barely had a grasp on Basic and nodded at a similarly slow pace. He was about to say something else before the thought of the potentially injured person sprang back into his mind. He turned towards the rodent person, [color=13dddd][b]“Blast! Are you okay? That was some beast!”[/b][/color]

[hr][center][hider=Maisha Arbintz][color=13dddd][b]Location:[/b][/color] Some Glass Cage

[color=13dddd][b]Physical Condition:[/b][/color] Mild Concussion

[color=13dddd][b]Mental Condition:[/b][/color] Stupefied

[color=13dddd][b]Mentions/Interactions:[/b][/color]
[@Spooky Birb] (Saved you from a wolf) [@RirisStride1] (Within proximity) [@Thatguyinastore] (Within proximity) [@Kagebaka] (Withing proximity) Anyone else near the Rat[/hider]
[hider=Elissa Tahtinen][color=F2B872][b]Place:[/b][/color] Glassy Box

[color=F2B872][b]Touchy Feeling:[/b][/color] Stummy Rumbly

[color=F2B872][b]Thinky Feeling:[/b][/color] Very Confuddled

[color=F2B872][b]People!:[/b][/color] 
[@Spooky Bird] (Rat got nommed) [@RirisStride1] (Nearby) [@Thatguyinastore] (Got jumped by a Rat) [@Kagebaka] (Blasted Negan) Anyone else by the Rat[/hider][/center]