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."
