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While the deranged teenager ran about shouting terms that sounded like Basic but held no meaning and being distracted by alcohol, Maisha assisted the daughter deprived father with his binds. While he was sawing at the impossibly strong strands, a man armored and armed like [i]Mando'ade[/i] approached and tore the binds with a nod as if it were nothing. 

This…[i]Doom Slayer[/i]...[i]Kyr’kyramud[/i] was stronger than any man Maisha had ever met! The voice it spoke with, however, was not its own, but rather that of a protocol droid it seemed. Maisha could tell because of the discrepancy between the stoicism of the mechanical voice and the anger that throbbed through the Doom Slayer’s veins. Already, Maisha respected this man’s strength and action above that of the others who merely stood by and watched this man cope with the disappearance of his daughter.

The explanation Luthor had for bringing this man’s daughter into this even though he expressly mentioned that he selected everyone for their abilities, was for the control of Joel. Luthor did not say this explicitly, but Maisha understood that would be no reason to involve a child other than for leverage. As much as Maisha despised this sort of abhorrent behavior, he would have to play along for now, just as Joel seemed to acknowledge with his nod.

With that settled in his mind, the Mandalorian turned his attention to the task at hand: defeating Superman. The description of the target’s characteristics was...terrifying, even to Maisha. The abilities to shoot lasers from his eyes, fly without a jetpack, insane strength, and near invulnerability all contributed to make this Superman deadlier than a company of Stormtroopers with artillery and air support. 

The man in the red and blue suit proposed a three-pronged approach with an Intel, Tactical, and Strike squad. Just hearing about Superman made Maisha want to stay as far away from the action as possible...but out of everyone except for the Doom Slayer, Maisha was certainly the most heavily armed. Besides, what kind of [i]Mando’ad[/i] would shy away from a fight like this? [color=13dddd][b]"I will join the Strike Team. [i]Beskar’gam[/i] can take a lot of punishment and I have some pretty heavy armaments. However, if you want me at my best...I’ll need my ship back,"[/b][/color] Maisha looked towards Luthor and pointed at the businessman with the swagger and confidence that only a seasoned bounty hunter had, [color=13dddd][b]"Get me my ship, and there’s no target I won’t be able to hunt down, Mr. Luther. [i]Ori’kaat ra ner’oyacyir’[/i]. (The truth or my life)"[/b][/color] 

Then all that swagger, all that bravado, it was interrupted with the ramblings of some battle droid speaking about their superiority. Maisha scoffed, but he knew that droids were deadly in numbers. If this Ultron got ahold of the right factories, he would be able to pump out an armor of droids in no time. Sure, it may be able to defeat Superman, but then what? Maisha didn’t trust battle droids one bit, cocky ones even less, [color=13dddd][b]"[i]K’uur, osik’ukor beskar’ad![/i] (Shut up, sh##shoveler droid!) As if I’m going to entrust my life to some pretentious droid I barely know! How do we know that you’re as capable as you are and that you don’t have some ulterior motive. Leave to those who have a Soul, scrapheap."[/b][/color] 

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[color=13dddd][b]Physical Condition:[/b][/color] Fine
[color=13dddd][b]Mental Condition:[/b][/color] Moderately Terrified, Confident, Indignant 
[color=13dddd][b]Mentions/Interactions:[/b][/color][@Chung] (Knife Boy kinda sussy) [@SomeMekBoy] (Spidey with the plan) [@Thatguyinastore] (Sad Dad/Sex Luthor) [@Critic Ham] (Doom Slayer) [@ClownTown] (Dumb Ulti Boi)
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