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In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Maisha got a solid connection on Firefly as he opened literal fire on the Pyro. His missiles, plasma fire, and blaster fire all pounding away at the man's armor bit by bit. Honestly, Maisha was surprised at how durable Firefly's gear was, being able to take this much punishment from all these attacks. It was a shame they were turning the guy's armor in scrap, because Maisha would've loved to take some for himself.

Things were going as planned until Firefly kicked his failing jetpack into overdrive to shake Maisha off. The Mandalorian held on for a bit longer, but he knew that the panicking pyro would try to do everything he could to get rid of Maisha, the man with the meat hook, and the pirate all grabbing onto him. Will all this weight against the struggling whine of the jetpack, Maisha knew it was time to cut his cord. As Firefly jersey towards the building, Maisha released the fibercord and engaged his jetboots to slow his descent towards the ground. Above him, he heard several explosions, followed by a body plummeting past Maisha and slamming into the ground. If the Mando's HUD readout didn't register Firefly's vitals, he would've been certain that no one could survive a fall like that.

From his vantage point, he saw Negan make the moves for a finishing strike. However, before the ruffian could end the man, a man in blue spandex and a red cape appeared out of nowhere and picked Firefly up like a sheet of paper. This was...Superman? Not as intimidating as Maisha thought he w- Before the Mandalorian finished that thought, Superman shot out two blaster bolts FROM HIS EYES and vaporized the pyromaniac on death's door. Once the jetpacked man was dead, the Superman gave a bone-chilling glance at the mercenaries hired by Luthor and disappeared as fast as he appeared.

Maisha touched down and stood amidst the rubble frozen at what he just saw. Just when he was getting used to all the powers people brought to the table, he saw Superman on a whole other level in terms of speed and power. The stupor was broken only when a loudspeaker with his employer's voice accompanied a shuttle. Pursuing Superman was the goal. “I can hardly believe you, vod. You want us to chase that demagolka without my ship? You better be paying in beskar and khyber crystals."

The Mandalorian boarded the ship with the others as the search began. After the first hour, Maisha kicked up his boots and took a nap. If Superman wanted to be found or was possible to find, they would've spotted him by then. At this point, they were just wasting fuel and time, and since Maisha wasn't flying, he didn't see any reason to stay awake. Reclining in his seat, the Mandalorian was able to get some decent sleep, briefly dreaming about being back at the helm of his own ship.



He was stirred from his sleep several hours later by the pretentious voice of Luthor coming over the intercom about returning back. A yawn escaped the pilot's mouth as he stirred from his sleep, regrettably sore thanks to inactivity right after strenuous combat. As the linger stupor of sleep retreated from Maisha, static filled the air and a strange, maniacal voice rang out. The Mandalorian tapped his helmet's commlink controls wondering if he accidentally lost the frequency, but as he did so, an explosion rocked the plane.

That woke Maisha up real good. The warrior shed off the sleep that gripped him and scrambled to the cockpit, ignoring the gaping hole filled only with fire and a green gas. His attempts at wresting the plane out of a death spiral weren't fruitful and before long, all he could do was brace himself for the impact.



When Maisha woke up from being knocked unconscious from the crash, his body ached even more than before. Nothing was broken or bleeding as far as he could tell, but everything was sore beyond belief. The Mandalorian staggered to his feet as he took in the...park around him.

Though crude and unfamiliar, Maisha deduced that this would be what some would call an "amusement park", something that far richer and privileged children had the pleasure of attending as youths. The ones he'd heard mentioned before seemed far more glorious than this run down dump made from scraps of rusty metal and faded plastiod. The sign labeled "Joker's Funland" might have once been charming and attractive, but now, it was just unsettling.

Gripping his blaster pistol at his side, the Mandalorian began to scan the debris for survivors, picking several relatively familiar faces like Joel, Negan, the Chosen, and the man in the spider suit. It was a relief that someone survived, though Maisha did wonder how he managed to walk away with virtually no injuries, even with his beskar'gam. The crash and the missile had completely destroyed the plane and those flying outside seemed to have plummeted thousands of feet without so much a broken bone. Was it their powers or a more premeditated crash landing? Blast if he knew, all he could focus on was yanking off his helmet to pop a few painkillers.

Once the soreness began to subside, the next step was to figure out where they crashed. The amusement park part was obvious, but any additional information about this place must be collected personally. No maps or aerial imagery without his ship flying overhead, so Maisha had to rely on direct observation.

The Mandalorian scanned the rusted metal tracks that twisted around the area, following them to the small carts that were around the crash site. Maisha wondered if these carts led out of this place and so, he began inspecting the nearest one, passing by a pirate just staring at the carts, "Carts may not go anywhere, but you won't learn anything just by standing there, vod."


In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


How well did Maisha really think charging in with only a burst of plasma would work? Not all that well, but it was more for the rush than anything else. As Firefly dodged and gave Maisha a blast of flame to the face, the Mando’ad laughed. The plain-old flamethrower licked at his armor, but it ultimately just rolled off like water against the beskar and flame-retardant material that made up the armor, “Try better, vod!”

Maisha reorientated himself and let his jetboots push up towards the other armored pyromaniac. The others seemed to be putting in a considerable amount of work, which was all well and good, but it was getting in the way of Maisha’s personal grievance with this shekemir’ad. There can only be one armored pyromaniac around!

Plenty of people seemed to be going for the jetpack, between the spider man, the floating girl, the white-haired lady, and a man with an absurdly large sword. That is why jetpacks are the worst! Everyone always aims for the massive explosive target on your back if they have half a brain and even if they don’t, a few stray blaster bolts are all that’s needed to turn a machine for flight into a bomb.

Maisha was pretty much ignoring those firebombs that Firefly was flinging around. He honestly could not care about collateral, but the others hired by Lex sure seemed to be focusing a lot of effort to protect themselves and civilians. Some of them even attempted to fling those firebombs right back at Firefly.

That didn’t deter Maisha’s plan at all as he fired out a fibercord towards the jetpacked pyromaniac. If it latched on as planned, Maisha would use both his fibercord and his jetboots to accelerate towards his target with plasmathrower in one hand and blaster pistol in his other hand. He would unload his arsenal on this run, firing off a continuous stream of blue plasma while shooting off those powerful blaster bolts from his pistol and launching a salvo of micromissiles from his left gauntlet. This shekemir’ad better go down for the count!



In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


What was behind the door…puzzled Maisha. He took a bit too long to process the form of the being, missing the opportunity to gun it down as it rushed out. All the Mando’ad could see was a flash of light and the blur of a black suit rushed past him and towards the lightning man.

Fortunately for the lightning man, a large, muscular man with flamboyant hair stopped the glowing figure like how a beskar stopped just about anything. With the figure restrained and complaining, Maisha was able to get a better look at the being that was very clearly not a droid, but also not like any living being he’d seen before, with its illuminated head. While that glowing thrashed about, the every unpleasant battle droid, Ultron, revealed a bit more information.

An awful amount of speculation and attitude for an objective machine, but the supposed timeline of the disappearance of Superman and appearance of Firefly was also suspicious to Maisha, especially when they attempted to hunt down Superman, only to run into the plot of this pyromaniac. Just like Red Riding Hood, Maisha was wondering if there was more to the scenario, which made it all the more frustrating that this glowing man revealed information about as useful as osik.

Mister Combustible was about to get his face busted if all he could give was that he was a petty lowlife…but then he revealed a little tidbit about Lex Luthor being not on the greatest terms with Superman because the latter always interfered with the former’s plans. While it was far from making Maisha entertain the thought that Luthor orchestrated this whole scenario, it certainly piqued his interest that Luthor was now the man hiring all these mercenaries to off Superman.

The Mando’ade tapped his helmet with his finger, as if he was imitating the motions of thinking. So many questions… Maisha wasn’t really the thinking or investigative type to be perfectly honest. He just shot things, burned things, and flew ships, but this job had his interest. Maisha brandished his tomahawk and waved it in front, “Oi, vod. Look at me. You’re being very helpful, but I gotta ask you: w-”

The sounds of manic laughter were pretty easily filtered out by Maisha, assuming them to be part of the other masked men in the building, but as it grew louder and louder, he became concerned. Then, a figure with a jetpack swooped in and plucked Mr Combustible out of the building. The accusations of being a rat were typical and the subsequent drop was honestly not out of line, but certainly sudden. The man that Maisha could only assume to be Firefly then really made the glowing man live up to his name with a gust of flame. Despite the apparent danger that came with the situation, the Mando’ad looked out the hole to see Mr Combustible impact the ground. He smacked his lips and then looked at Firefly sparking his flamethrower, continuing as if he was talking to Firefly just earlier, “Oi, vod. Look at me. The puddle on the ground was barely helpful and a bit annoying, but you…you were helpful! I mean, you saved me the trouble of killing the utreekov (emptyhead) and the trouble of tracking you down.”

“What I’m trying to say is…Ori’vor’e! (Thank you very much!) But…” Maisha grinned like a maniac as he pulled out his plasmathrower and primed his jetbooks. After cracking his neck, he leapt out of the window and into the air, letting loose a stream of scorching blue plasma down towards the man with the jetpack, Copikla shekemir’ade usen’ye (Cute imitators can f*** off)!”


In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


As Maisha held the axe towards the masked man, the white-haired woman with the silver kad got a bit more physical with their prisoner, planting her boot onto the masked man’s chest as if he were a prize to be conquered. Then another one joined in, this time, a girl in a red hood and massive scissors. This was...excessive, even by Maisha’s standards. Interrogation was usually a two-person job and three people was pushing it, but four? That was absolutely too many. The thug already looked like he’d haran itself!

If four was too many, then the...back-up from Ultron was even less relevant than any other threat. What kind of utreekov offered a bribe after they started threatening the man? Other than being a completely dishonorable act to accept, muchless give a bribe, you use money to weed out those of a lesser moral character and then use violence to weed out those who can resist the temptation of a few extra credits. Some walking supercomputer he was!

Once again, as with many things in life, events occurred at a breakneck pace. Almost literally if any rubble had fallen on Maisha! First of all, the sniper began to use some Jetii Force magic, complete with glowing hands and eyes. As Maisha was revulsed by the sight, thud rocked the building. Just as Maisha was running through the possibility of a secondary explosion, the roof began to give way, revealing a set of giant claws.

The Mandalorian didn’t stick around to find out what those claws belonged to as he began to sprint for the open window. His life was not worth a little bit of information and he wasn’t sticking around to handle whatever could tear apart a building like that! He fired out his whipcord at the ledge and engaged his jetboots, yanking himself out of the building as fast as he could.

It was as he was making his unceremonious exit that he noticed the damnned WINGED KRAYT DRAGON!!! What in Mand’alor’s Great Crusades could possess nature to create an abomination like that??? A regular krayt dragon was bad enough, but one with WINGS??? If Maisha was a far lesser man, he would sooner renounce his heritage than face a beast like that...but he was Mando’ade and he had to see whom among his fellow coworkers survived.

Thankfully, through the supernatural abilities, incredible technology, or clever movements of everyone else, no one seemed too harmed aside from a few bruises and scrapes. When Maisha thought it safe to return, he walked in on the sniper speaking with Ultron regarding a man named “Firefly” supposedly responsible, or at least involved with this attack. As it turns out though, the sniper wasn’t the only one with Jetii mind powers, as the lightning man revealed that Firefly was some pyromaniac in armor and a jetpack and confirmed the theory that he was the man behind all of this.

Maisha processed this for a moment and noticed how similar this Firefly’s description was to his. He looked around the room a few seconds before quipping, “Hey, don’t start pointing any fingers at me, I was with you this whole time. Besides, jetpacks skanah. I wouldn’t trust those things with my spare wrench.”

Just as he finished, a thumping sound quickly reached his ears from a nearby closet that was suspiciously intact. Maisha was no fool to think it was a coincidence; it must be some sort of saferoom, vault, or the effects of some power that kept it from collapsing. A slick metal battledroid that was not Ultron wasted no time in approaching with the lightning man. Anticipating that they were opening the door, Maisha quickly drew his heavy blaster pistols and pointed both at the entry way, waiting for another twist to come jumping out at them, “Come out, come out...whatever you are...”



In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Though his helmet hid his scowl, Maisha was clearly displeased by Ultron’s response, evidenced by his clenched fists and steady hold towards the droid. To call a Mandalorian being without a soul was a great insult, especially coming from such a soulless machine. This passive aggressiveness and sass only made Maisha distrust the droid more. Perhaps it was the way his vocabulizer was programmed, but the tone of the voice was purely malicious, more so than the cruel, spineless officers the Empire employed.

The loathing the Mandalorian held was put on pause for a brief moment as an explosion rocked the building, forcing Maisha to bend at the knees to stabilize himself. Right outside the excessively decorated office’s window, Maisha could see the telltale signs of an explosion several buildings away, with the debris still falling from the sky. Flying right there within view of LexCorp was a man in blue and red… No doubt Superman!

Their target disappeared a few moments later, prompting the ragtag group’s employer to announce the obvious and send the group off to combat the threat. Just their luck. Their target showed up before they even got the whole brief!

Though Maisha would love to get this team more organized, he wasn’t going to let the opportunity of an easy bounty slip if possible.



Maisha followed the others down to the street level to make their way towards the building. All the crowds tempted the Mandalorian to employ his jetboots, but to fight against a flying target, he knew he had to save as much fuel as possible. By the time they reached the building, they couldn’t see any trace of Superman.

Being the father driven by reckless abandon for his daughter, Joel assumed their target was at the top and rushed into the collapsing building, joined by a walking fox and a man in armor more excessive than even Maisha’s. They had the rescue of civilians on their mind, a noble goal, but not the main task. The more cautious spider-themed man announced a slightly more reasonable plan, one that wasn’t that much different from Joel’s but more effective with everyone on the same page.

Maisha followed the reasonable plan and switched on his jetboots to ascend the massive building with the assistance of his grappling hook. It was a rhythm of hook and boost up the side of the collapsing building that Maisha was quite familiar with. Though it wasn’t as fast as using a jetpack, this method of travel had the advantage of being more maneuverable at a moment’s notice. He followed the spider man up to where the building was destroyed and dangled against the window as he assessed the situation.

Though the smoke and rubble filled the room, Maisha’s macrobinocular visor let him see right through the fog of war. After all, it was designed for this exact purpose. While the cyborg redhead announced the situation for the world to hear, Maisha took his own inventory of the scene. A number of masked men with rifles were holding a group of people hostage...though whether those below were truly hostages could not be determined for certain. This was all too suspicious; a hostage situation following an attack from Superman with the hostage-takers being perfectly fine and calm? There must be more to than meets the eye.

Before any plan could be made, that redhead produced several flying swords to cut a hole into the building. Though not ideal, it was still an entry point and Maisha leapt through and walked through the smoke without an issue. His helmet’s filters and life support system kept him nice and comfortable while he operated in flaming environments, and guess where he was right now.

Drawing out his carbine, Maisha began to take aim, just as the redhead announced herself and requested the freedom of the hostages. This would be really helpful if she let her team know what she was doing beforehand!

The next couple of moments played out rather swiftly, with a white-haired woman teleporting in and slicing through several men like bread, the spider man using his webs to restrain two, and an unseen sniper blasting a hole in another. Time for Maisha’s entrance.

Maisha exposed himself with a primed incendiary grenade in his hand and rolled forward a few feet to let it detonate just in front of him. He and the area around him were showered with blue burning gel, but he didn’t flinch as he began to open fire on the hostage-takers.

The Mandalorian slowly advanced, highlighted only by the incendiary gel on his armor and the fluorescent paint that glowed a piercing cyan through the smoke. Short, rapid bursts of yellow blaster bolts screamed through the air and a cluster of smaller fires flew outwards from the advancing Mandalorian, followed by a concentrated burst of blue flames. All the while, his screams were distorted by his filters into an eerily approximation of a human voice, “Tracyn hettir’an! Hettir, HETTIR...HETTIR DRALSHY’A!!! Nau’ur te’ca!” (The fire burns all! Burn, BURN...BURN BRIGHTER!!! Light up the night!)

Maisha focused his blaster fire on two men who were a bit too close together while a small salvo of micromissiles darted towards another two men. For all the remaining men with rifles, Maisha let loose a burst of plasma from his gauntlet, not for any particular damage, but only for the psychological effect of a sudden fiery wall. His style was to mess with their heads as much as possible by creating the image of a burning demon ceaselessly advancing.

By the time all the hostiles were either restrained or killed, the fire on Maisha had gone out and left a thick layer of ash on his armor. He approached the rifleman restrained with electricity just as the man with the buzzcut asked some interesting questions with an electrified fist.

Maisha couldn’t help but join in, whipping out his vibro-axe and swung it around like a toy before blasting the head a few times with a little plasma fire. The Mandalorian knelt down and pointed the axe at the restrained man, “Nice to meet you. Name’s Maisha Arbintz and the armor needs no introduction. Would you be so kind as to answer our questions? If you don’t want to, that’s completely fine. A superheated kal will cauterize any cuts I make, so you won’t bleed to death any time soon. As an added bonus, I’ve heard that being cauterized really hurts. Want to help me find out if that’s true? Tayli’bac? (Understand? [Aggressive connotation])”



In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


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 Mando'ade approached and tore the binds with a nod as if it were nothing.

This…Doom Slayer...Kyr’kyramud 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 Mando’ad would shy away from a fight like this? "I will join the Strike Team. Beskar’gam 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," Maisha looked towards Luthor and pointed at the businessman with the swagger and confidence that only a seasoned bounty hunter had, "Get me my ship, and there’s no target I won’t be able to hunt down, Mr. Luther. Ori’kaat ra ner’oyacyir’. (The truth or my life)"

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, "K’uur, osik’ukor beskar’ad! (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."



In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


To Maisha's horror, the kid just…yanked the knife out of his head like he was pulling it out of a sheath. The kid didn't even flinch as he wiggled around before finally releasing the blade from his dome piece. He must have been some kind of monster. Underneath his helmet, Maisha gritted his teeth and cringed. If he were the one doing it for an injured brother in a life or death situation, it would be no problem, but seeing it be treated with such triviality was something else.

Thankfully for the pale kid, the bacta patch would almost instantly clot the bleeding and begin healing the cut as if it were magic. Within the hour, the bacta would've completely healed the wound and left no scar behind.. That clear slime was a beautiful thing, healing wounds as if it were as easy as inflicting it...and bacta this pure and effective wasn't cheap either. Especially since the Empire's fall, getting high-quality bacta was almost impossible and a single tank cost as much as a small ship. With all that said, the point is: the kid better be grateful.

However, the boy's response did take Maisha off guard. Not the part about his age. Maisha was only 13 cycles old when he killed his first man and even younger when he first hunted the vermin that plagued his family's hanger. No, it was how casually the boy implied that he was going to kill everyone. As a bounty hunter, Maisha had met his share of eccentric, violent, and big-talking characters who would say the exact same thing and wouldn't cause him to bat an eye. What unnerved Maisha was how all the little details were coming together, between the appearance, the durability, and the violent comment the kid made. Individually, he wouldn't care, but the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.

"You can definitely try, ad'ike, but I doubt you'd get through more than two of these hardened verde," Maisha chuckled, but it was more cover up his concern than anything else. He wasn't worried so much about himself as he was about everyone around him who didn't have the means to defend themselves against an unseen knife.

Before those concerns could be seen any further, the woman from before returned with a change of clothes and the go ahead to see Mr. Luthor. Maisha had almost forgotten about the man what had brought them here with all the commotion! The Mandalorian entered the lift with no complaints with all the others, just as eager as most to find out what the was going on.

At the top floor, the group was greeted with an opulent office fit for the well-dressed businessman sitting at the center desk. Maisha knew the type well, having dealt with those who held some self-importance just because they had plenty of credits to throw around. Lex Luthor immediately got to business, revealing that he collected everyone there for a "situation." The euphemism made Maisha cross his arms, knowing that it indicated a complex problem that would pay appropriately if this man had the slightest sense of fairness.

A small smile crept into Maisha's face as the man named Spike Spiegel asked if this was a bounty. Of course it was, but the pay...they weren't in much of a position to negotiate if Luther was able to put them all in that cage without any hitches. Maisha certainly wanted a enough credits to buy a few new blasters and the knowledge of where his ship was, but freedom was also nice.

Then the bald man dropped something about a "multiverse" and multiple universes. That threw Maisha's head into dizzy. Did he end up in Wild Space or get stuck in Hyperspace to end up here? Well...that would have to come another time, as he shifted his focus onto a hologram of a "Superman" and gave a brief on their target.

Seeing their target, even just a hologram...Maisha was became very, very concerned. This man could shoot lasers from his eyes, fly, and destroying buildings and chest cavities with his bare hands. Maisha had hunted his fair share of tough targets, but this...this was absurd! It was like asking them to take on a Gozanti-class cruiser with size of a man and the agility of an A-Wing with nothing but a few blasters!

Bewildered by this request, Maisha didn't immediately react to the man rushing Luthor and beat the living hell out of that dome piece, but thankfully, someone man in a red and blue suit yanked him away with a fiber cord before he killed everyone's best shot at getting home. However, just as it seemed to be over, Luthor pressed a button that made some girl disappear into a cloud of smoke, sending the girl's presumed father into a renewed frenzy.

Though he didn't know all the details, Maisha felt for this man, having lost his mother to the Empire. Family was important to many, and none moreso than a Mandalorian. He was feeling generous today, so he approached this man and knelt down beside him. He had a knife in hand ready to cut the man free from his restraints if he calmed down. "Greetings burc'ya, please calm down. Your fighting won't do your child any favors. Right now, you've been dealt a questionable hand, and if you jump on the draw too soon, you'll bomb out. I understand your devotion, though. I am no father, but as Mando'ad I know unrelenting devotion to my family. If you wish to have my assistance, I will do everything I can to reunite the two of you for no other reason than to see a family restored, ori'haat (I swear it to be true)."



In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The scuffle involving the rat seemed to end well, with the rat unharmed and their clothing being repaired by some...mystic Force stone or some made-up stuff like that. However, the beast responsible had disappeared into the crowd of people within the cage. Whether beast or girl, Maisha doubted it would be easy to hunt her down with so many people in the way. She might an issue in the future, but Maisha didn't have the means to take care of her now without catching anyone else with his literal field of fire.

The Mandalorian put out of his mind the thought as he scanned the room. He wasn't looking for anyone in particular, just trying to get a lay of the land. The Galaxy was a big place and he got to see a lot of it in his occupation, but these people were beyond strange to him. Plenty of them were human or near human, but their clothes, weapons, and armor didn't resemble anything he'd seen before. It was dizzying to look at and process.

One particular figure stood out and alarmed even Maisha. If the hideously burned pale face lacking eyelids wasn't enough to scare everyone else away  the knife embedded into their skull without any seeming ill effect certainly did. No one was helping the kid, and it was quite understandable. Maisha would be put off by a man who survived being stabbed in the important part of their body. However, not knowing the circumstances, he abided by his own personal code as an Arbintz.

Approaching this strange man, Maisha procured a bacta patch from his belt with one hand and kept his other hand ready to defend himself at a moment's notice. This was true for most people he met, but especially for such an off putting character.

"You okay with that kal in your head? I have a bacta patch. I highly recommend that you take it for your wound."


In ArcRift 2 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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.

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!



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. No, thank you! 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.



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, "Kot'uliik bes’uram! (Mighty beast with jaws of iron!) Clamberwolves don’t have a jaw this strong!"

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, "Help? Anyone? No offers? Vor’e nass! (Thanks for nothing!)"

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.

“Orimos? Armor similar, but...no… Fox? Fire, but...too arti-arre...fake. I do not know you...”

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, “You shouldn’t. I don’t recall ever meeting someone like you… I’m Maisha Arbintz...you?”

“Me too...I am Elissa.”

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, “Blast! Are you okay? That was some beast!”



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Age
27

Gender
Male

Canon
Star Wars OC (Post-Imperial Era)

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Personality
Maisha is, at his core, a fun-loving, adventure-seeking, thrill-chasing man. He enjoys life to the fullest whenever he can, whether it be flying a ship, partying at a bar, or bringing in a bounty. Needless to say, he is extremely extroverted and very friendly, even with his foes. If there is a friend to be made, Maisha will make them for no reason except for getting to know a new face. This ability to make friends has inadvertently helped save his life many times, but his tendency to try and make friends has also put his life at risk just as many times. When faced with conflict, his first instinct is to try to talk his way out of it with his charisma and intellect, but when push comes to shove, he will kill, even if he hates it.

To some, his personality might be seen as overbearing, as he can't stand silence and always pokes fun at people. To others, they wonder why he is even a bounty hunter or a Mandalorian if he doesn't like killing, and truth be told, Maisha wonders that sometimes as well. He wants to avoid all this violence, but he also wants to honor his parents and make sure that people don't take the lives of any more family members. That's the reason why he joined Mandalore Restored, to build a Mandalore strong enough where its people can choose whether they want to be warriors or not.

Equipment
Weapon #1 — "Charred Hand" CH-C2 Blaster Carbine (Image)


Weapon #2 — "Blue Inferno" Plasmathrower Carbine (Image)


Weapon #3 — Blastech PXL-15 Heavy Blaster Pistol x2 (Image)


Weapon #4 — Multitool Vibro-Axe (Image)


Weapon #5 — Incendiary Detonators


Equipment #1 — Beskar'gam (Rough Reference by Qiz)
No Mandalorian is complete without a suit of Mandalorian armor. Maisha's is a combination of the heavy and medium patterns of Mandalorian armor with a predominantly black color scheme combined with and tribal designs in fluorescent cyan paint. Maisha has also taken heavy inspiration from the armor of clone troopers when designing his beskar'gam.



Vehicle #1 — Charred Wing (Standard/Cargo Configuration)


Attributes
Maisha has no special abilities, but he is still a Mandalorian with a life time of training and experience under his belt. He is an average warrior as far as Mandalrians go, but he more than makes up for this with his piloting skills. He is extremely skilled at ship-to-ship combat, but often takes too many risks, almost always resulting in the damage or destruction of his rides. It is fortunate that he has extensive knowledge in repairing ships, otherwise, he would be paying more for repairs than he earned from jobs.

Biography
Maisha was born on Coruscant (18 BBY) as the first child to a pair of Mandalorians who helped train Clone Troopers before the Clone Wars on Kamino. His father was a skilled mechanic and his mother a skilled pilot, and they put their skills to use as private shippers and bodyguards to make a legitimate living so that their children could be raised properly. Though he grew up on Coruscant during the early days of the Galactic Empire, the Great Purge led to the death of Maisha’s mother, forcing (12 BBY) Maisha, his sister, and father to relocate to the Outer Rim. There, they were cargo haulers and occasionally bounty hunters, if the job was easy. By the time Maisha was of age (5 BBY), he proved himself a brilliant pilot like his mother, even if he was a bit reckless. He was the primary pilot of the Arbintz Clan, while his father and sister did the repairs and bounties.

As an adult (0 ABY), Maisha purchased his own ship and began running bounties and shipping cargo on Imperial lanes by himself, taking advantage of the instability caused by the Rebellion to play both sides. He set himself apart from the competition as an extremely skilled pilot but also earned infamy for pushing his ships to the breaking point. Most of the credits earned from bounties went to repairing his ships or purchasing a new ship entirely.

One of the mechanics he frequented was Lydia Kuduq, a New Mandalorian engineer, and before long, the two fell in love. The two married (2 ABY), and soon after, Maisha convinced Lydia to become a proper Mandalorian. He personally trained Lydia in the ways of traditional Mandalorians, but when it came to the final test, he allowed his father to oversee Lydia’s verd’goten to keep his biases from getting in the way of a proper test.

To celebrate Lydia’s inauguration, Maisha purchased a small spaceport on Bonagal-31 (3 ABY) for the two to operate out of. The two soon came into conflict with the ultra-traditional Mandalorian Clan Kallune and their leader, Larsander Kallune. Maisha, his father, and his companions engaged in skirmishes for over a year until Mandalore Restored arrived to restore order (4 ABY).

The leader of the Mandalorian faction, Saracoa Ordo, managed to convince both sides to join him in his quest to restore the glory of Mandalore after centuries of false peace and decades of exploitation by the Galatic Empire. As an act of good faith, Saracoa made Larsander his lieutenant and granted Maisha whatever he required to build a new ship. Maisha and Lydia jumped on the opportunity to construct a ship that could keep up with Maisha’s abilities, and the end result was the Charred Wing. From then on, his ship served as the vanguard of Mandalore Restored, as Saracoa united the scattered Clans across the Galaxy.

Fun Facts
- Maisha has a deep-seated distrust of jetpacks and the usage of capes while flying.
- Unlike most other Mandalorians, he is sympathetic towards the Republic, the Jedi, and the Galatic Empire, which has earned him no small amount of ridicule.
- He looks up to Boba Fett and wants to confirm the rumors that the legendary bounty hunter was a clone himself.

References
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