Lead scrapper: More food.
She holds out her fists as if she's operating machinery... Warsong whirs to life. She clenches her fists and we hear a horrible screeching noise as Warsong opens fire. She sweeps her arms out in an arc, the spray of gunfire lasting three seconds. She bangs her fists again, sending the ship into idle mode. The Scrappers are now little more than tiny pieces of litter covering the beach. Thor is fixated on this beautiful murderer approaching. One final huge Scrapper comes at her with a bat. She casually grabs this Scrapper and hurls him up into the air behind her.
y/n: Been a while.
Scrapper: Miss me?
y/n: No.
Thor: Thank you.
From her belt she flicks two small glowing discs which lodge into y/n and Thor's necks. Far in the background, the Scrapper she threw finally hits the ground with a loud thud. She holds up a fob device and presses the button- the discs blink and the heroes are filled with the pain of a thousand screaming squirrels. They hit the ground, stunned. She drags them towards her ship. Thor wakes up, his face smushed up against glass. His eyes are open. The capital- an eclectic city composed of salvaged items from all over the universe. Thor is lying in a sort of small glass holding cell with y/n beneath Warsong's cockpit. He looks up to see the scrapper piloting the ship. Thor's eyes lock in on her belt, specifically the fob device she used to activate the Obedience Disk
Scrapper: This is Scrapper 142. I need clearance and an audience with the boss. I've got something special.
Thor: Hey! Where are you taking me?
y/n: Huh? What?
S142 ignores them, taking a swig from the bottle, and then nonchalantly unclips the fob from her belt.
Thor: Answer me! Hey! I am Thor, son of Odin. I need to get back to Asgard.
S142: Many apologies, your majesty.
S142 zaps him and guides her ship towards a colossal tower.
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y/n, strapped to the chair, suddenly finds himself slowly moving forward. After a beat- the walls light up and a soothing voice speaks to him.
Voice: Fear not, for you are found. You are home, and there is no going back. No one leaves this place.
y/n struggles against his restraints.
y/n: I did.
Voice: But what is this place? The answer in Sakaar.
The tunnel walls show images of Sakaar's place in the Cosmos.
Voice: Surrounded by cosmic gateways, Sakaar lives on the edge of the known and unknown.
There are images of the wormholes that cover Sakaar's atmosphere.
Voice: It is the collection point for all lost and unloved things. Like you. But here on Sakaar, you are significant. You are valuable. Here, you are loved.
y/n: Bull-shit.
Voice: And no one loves you more than the Grandmaster.
Images of the Grandmaster, in silhouette, arriving on Sakaar light up the tunnel.
