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Fandom Escaping Sakaar [CLOSED]

Frozen Nebula

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Planet Sakaar, the only planet within the Tayo solar system that holds sentient life, a planet which was once wrought with violence and destruction, until En Dwi Gast arrived through one of the many portals scattered across the planet’s surface and began to establish himself as the ruler of Sakaar. En Dwi Gast, as one of the oldest living beings in the Universe, knew how to manipulate and influence lifeforms of all kinds. As a cosmic game player, he enjoyed pitting two opposing teams against one another, and using all of this vast knowledge, it was far too easy for him to become their sovereign.

Using the debris and technological detritus deposited on its surface, excreted by the wormholes and portals, the Crown City was slowly established, built from nothing but trash. As the portals brought more and more sentient lifeforms, robots and androids to the planet, En Dwi Gast only grew in popularity and importance, eventually giving himself the self-named title of Grandmaster.

With fights and violence still continually breaking out across the planet, including the Crown City where the Grandmaster was attempting to develop a form of civilisation, the Grandmaster began to take favour with certain species and beings. Those that could provide privileges and advantages began to climb the ranks, those that offered nothing were expelled to live amongst the trash piles as scavengers…Yet even the scavengers had to continually fight for the detritus that dropped from the sky as the Grandmaster’s underlings and sycophants trawled through it looking for new materials and technology to continue the advancement and improvement of the Crown City, especially the Imperial Palace and more worryingly, the Great Arena and its associated barracks and quarters.

As time passed more quickly on Sakaar than normal due to the lingering effects of the Time Stone, weeks on the planet could pass, where on planets like Earth, Titan and Asgard it would only be a matter of days, so construction and manufacturing appeared to occur at accelerated rates and it took very little time to fully establish the Crown City, and its surrounding areas and much to the Grandmaster’s delight, the Great Arena.

Once it was built, the Grandmaster began to pit beings against one another. Those that had little favour with their ruler were chosen based on their size and strength and were given the chance to fight and prove themselves worthy to live in luxury within the Gladiator’s Quarters or live somewhat comfortably within the barracks.

Challengers were either killed or critically injured in battle or became the Grandmaster’s Champion. Over time, Champions on winning streaks had their victories personified in stone as the Grandmaster ordered his lackeys to erect their faces on the outside of the Imperial Palace and even after death or sometimes, disappearance, their faces remained etched into the side of the Palace as a reminder of their strength, brutality and everlasting loyalty to the Creator.

Of course, the Grandmaster did not sit amongst the unruly commoners when watching these battles. Instead he had constructed a private viewing box made of thick indestructible glass in which he and his most valuable assets could watch the entertainment in privacy, surrounded by maidservants, chosen for their youth and aesthetic beauty. Although he was incredibly ancient, the Grandmaster still took pleasure from admiring the females of all species, provided they offered something admirable to look at.

Once such female, taken from the debris before the scavengers could snatch her, was currently weaving through the small nominated crowd within the glass viewing box, carrying a tray of tumblers full of potent alcohol. A false smile remained fixed on her lips as the guests either took a drink from the tray without so much as a thank you, or stuck their hands up, gesturing for her to move on…

The woman said nothing except ‘May I offer you a drink’ as she moved, nor did her facial expression change. She had been here long enough now to know how to remain in the Grandmaster’s favour, for she had seen what happens to those that fall out and although this life of servitude was embarrassing and humiliating considering her way of life before Sakaar, it was much better than having to fight for survival amongst the trash piles and scavengers…And besides this was likely the best way to devise a plan of escape.

The female was Lucia, and as far as the Grandmaster knew, she was nothing but an appealing face and that was perfectly fine for her. However, on her home planet, Lucia was the daughter of a powerful Sorcerer Helios. She had inherited his magical abilities and had enjoyed a peaceful life, honing and improving her skills and expanding her repertoire.

However, that quickly changed during a random attack from the Skrulls, and worried for her wellbeing, her father had transported her off the Planet. The magic needed for such a feat required time and plenty of energy and that’s exactly why it didn’t plan out. had ended up on Sakaar, and under the servitude of the Grandmaster.

Lucia had no idea what had become of her father, of her people or her planet and when she was given respite, her mind always wandered back. When alone in her quarters she would often meditate, attempting to reopen the connection between herself and her father but to no avail. However, she never gave up hope.

Although this day felt exactly the same as all the others she had spent on Sakaar, this day would be the day her false façade became rumbled for the very first time, a day where she would have to use the magic she had buried and locked away, to try and protect herself.

“Oi, over here!” A voice snarled from behind her.

Lucia turned obediently and gave another one of her false, overly charming smiles and only received a nasty grimace back as the being snatched at the glasses on her tray.

“Well it’s about time, you servants are getting lazy,” Still, Lucia remained perfectly silent as the being sank one drink after another from her tray until none remained. “Go get some more, and make it quick this time or I’ll make sure you don’t serve again,”

Turning on her heel, Lucia made a hasty exit with all the intentions of collecting more drinks.


[OOC: totally got carried away don't worry about writing this much xD I thought it could be a nice opening for you to tell where Loki is or/and what he is doing at the time she gets attacked. I can also continue writing the other being. My next posts will definitely be shorter.]
 
It had all become blurred, thats the first thing the price had knows apon awaking. His head had been throbbing, feeling like it was about to burst open. But the prince had tried to battle through it. Apon getting to his feet, trying to get a grip of his surroundings, he had seen nothing but rubbish around. No sign of any other city nor settlement, he could not deny that there had been a slight lingering panic that had seeped into him at that moment. About where he was and how close to anyone he was, would his brother come looking for him, or was he dead already. There sister did seem formidable enough to have silenced him.

That fear had been quickly stemmed however, once he had turned round. To see he had fallen around the outskirts, of a huge city. It was not one he had recognised, nor known from his travels and study's of the realms and there city's, but he still had not thought that it was a realm known to Asgard. It most certainly had not looked like it. He had tried to start to venture towards, what appeared to be the entrance of the city, it had been hard to tell with all the rubbish around. The pounding in his head, had made it hard to see, and had been getting worse and worse by the minute. A hot burning pain right in his temple, caused by the fall or something else he had not known.

There had been no one is sight, the streets empty and desolate. A eerie scilence had seemed t press down apon the ears, the ort that made you unearved, and every sound sound like it was amplified by a thousand. There had been rags, splayed about filthy with dust and grime. It in all looked a little run down, the buildings had been all pained in bright colours, with markings imprinted apon them, it had unnerved him, he could not deny that it had. But still the further in he had got, it had seemed to get richer, closer and closer he had walked, towards what he assumed to be the middle. Where a building seemed to leer up ahead tall and sleek, statues and figures faces engraved into the surface.

That when it had happened, he had been confronted. A figure had come stumbling out of a allyway, dressed up in a strange metallic sort of uniform. Coloured and all imprinted with the same strange markings and symbols of the houses. He could not understand what they had been saying, it had sounded something like it was elamatronic. But there had been no time to dwell on the matter, he had tried to speak to whatever it was. But with no prevail, no sooner had he attempted. There had been a white hot pain in his neck, like electricity or fire. It had done its job, and everything had lurched going black.

He had woken, to find himself on his knees in front of a man. He had not tried to struggle or break free. There had been a sence of power coming from the man, one that had made the prince very wary. He had called himself the grandmaster. Explained that he ruled this land, called it sakaar, ran some sorta contest. He had not been listening really, it had all become clear in time though. He had ended up striking some sort of deal with him. One to keep his life, and his sanity if he could ever in this place.

That is how he came to be sitting here, in the viewing area above the arena, where the grandmaster made his contenders fight. Watching all those soals loose there fight, all with a false promise of freedom, freedom that would never come. Yet here he sat, on the couch, staring down at the ground, his eyes wide. Letting out a small sigh, watching the fighting subconsciously, and at the same time. Letting his mind wander, not paying attention to what is going on around him.
 
As Lucia exited the VIP box, the familiar sense of relief washed over her as the tension and strain of having to keep the perfect, charming smile on her face diminished and the façade of maintaining the pleasant maidservant demeanour fell apart.


The cool air in the corridors leading towards the serving quarters had an almost calming effect on the blonde, and her pace autonomously slowed as she revelled in the momentary silence. She longed for these moments of peace, away from the prying eyes and foul attitudes of the beings the Grandmaster chose to allow inside his VIP box…Moments that were much too short and infrequent for her liking.


Entering the serving quarters, she noted dismally that all the other maidservants present were in the exact same situation. Their smiles had all but vanished as they did their designated chores; whether that be making new concoctions to serve to the punters, cleaning out the glassware or piling them on to their serving trays, not a single servant appeared happy to be there.

Lucia couldn’t blame them of course, if there was any other viable option that would not only ensure her survival but her chance of getting home, she would have taken it by now. But alas, this was her role for now.

Refilling the tray with an array of different coloured liquids, Lucia made her exit without a single word – the maidservants barely ever spoke to each other, likely due to the majority speaking completely different languages, but also because they just didn’t have the energy for small talk. It was almost as though they were saving all their pleasantries for the menial task of serving the Grandmaster.

With a deep inhale, Lucia fixed her expression to the glassy eyed smile and re-entered the VIP box. Before she could do so much as give the room a glance, she was immediately accosted by the being who had demanded drinks just mere moments ago.

“What did I say about you taking your sweet old time?” He grumbled, his voice no more than a drunken slur at this point. “You ain’t gonna be serving for much longer let me tell you, you're done girl.” He sneered at her as he snatched at her upper arm, the one that just had to be holding the tray full of newly poured drinks.

Lucia flinched of course, turning on her heel and agilely stepping away from what she observed to be very sharp claws protruding from underneath a raggedy cloak. The glass tumblers teetered precariously as the being swiped at her again, this time catching the gauzy material of the dress the Grandmaster forced his servants to wear.

This time, her moves were not as graceful and she was caught off balance. The blonde swore under her breath as the tray began to tilt and for the first time in weeks she drew upon the magical energy she forced herself to hide.

Two things happened almost simultaneously; the being was suddenly thrown several feet away from the struggling maidservant, and the tray suddenly righted itself without a single drop of liquid being spilled. The roar that shrieked out of the strange reptilian mouth alerted the attention of the room, and they all watched as he clambered to his feet, regained his bearings and began to charge at the woman.

Lucia had forgone the tray, left abandoned on a nearby table, as she instead focused her attention on repairing the damage the drunken mess had made of her dress, when the roar drew her attention back in time to see him now charging at her.

So what exactly could she do here? Risk using her powers again and getting found out? Or run for her life like a weak coward and risk losing her role instead?
 
The air circling the room was cool and clear, it was all filtered he suspected like most things in this place. It all seemed too fake and dressed up, yes he was alright and alive, but this place was making him feel weirs. The whole pretence of it all, and how everyone just sat there, watching the others who had not been so fortunate, have to fight for there lives. Sometimes and even most likly of the weaker ones here. Watch them have to fight, and to perish right in front of them all, there in the box. It was again usaly not peaceful and clean death, but messy and gruesome. Enough to make anyone without a strong stomach sick. Although if you thought about it, the reasoning was that most people who sat here in the box with him. They all looked as thought they had been here for a while, so they would probly be used to all of this.

He had always been able to stomach these sort of things. His brother not so much, and anything too gruesome and his brother had run off. Yet he had always been able to stand it all. Something that had seemed to repel others from him, calling him weird and strange, that was something that he could not deny that he was, but could not care less about at the same time. Why should it matter, it came in handy a lot surprisingly often.

Then there was the whole case of, the maidens who walked around. Or the servants whatever they were classed as here, it seemed like a lot of different things. He thought it rather strange, it had always been something he had been exceptionally good at. Telling when someone was lying, maybe it was since he was a exceptional liar himself, one of the reasons he was called silvertounge on asgard.....or had been when he was there before.

They all had that same look plastered on there faces. the one that he knew all too well from his own on some occasions. The look of lying, the smiles plastered across there faces, were all the same, all fake, all clearly having to put it on. He could not blame them after all, this place and all the stuff that went on here. The grandmaster probly ordered them all to fake a smile, to pretend it was all fine. Or he was probly going to kill them. He shudders to wonder what they have all been through, and lots of them looked as though they had been here, trapped in that hell of a life, for most of there lives. If not years, the reality of it all seeming insane.

His head gives a sudden jerk, he had been staring down the the floor, and at the drink in his hand. When there had been a loud roar from inside the box. His eyes widen as he takes in the scene playing out infront of him. One of the servants, using some sort of spell. Trying to deflect one of the beings that had grabbed hold of her. His eyes widen as the being goes flying across the room, with another loud roar. Gathering the attention of everyone else in the box, they are all staring and watching the scene.

He had not known that any of them had powers, but then by the look on her face, she had clearly not wanted anyone to know. Yet no one was doing anything, they seemed rooted to the spot in fear of just showing her powers. And the being was getting to there feet, starting to charge at her. They were all just watching this happen, like it was normal and there was nothing odd at all about it. Before he knows what he is doing, he had jumped to his feet, striding over to where she stands. Flicking his hand, using his powers to create a large golden shield in front of her, and golden chains that instantly bind and fix round the being. In a attempt to stop them from reaching the servant. Still knives appearing in both his hands, so he is poised and ready to fight if need be.
 
Lucia had started to panic; a surge of adrenaline raced through her veins and seemed to set her senses on edge. Everything suddenly seemed to move in slow-motion as she surveyed the scene unfolding in front of her.

The crowd of people who had just moments again been enjoying their drinks and trying to flirt and smooch up to the servants were now stood aghast at the reptilian being as he scrambled to his feet and charged towards the lithe servant who had somehow managed to send him flying several feet through the air. The other servant girls had stopped what they were doing, their smiles vanished and the facade dropped as they followed the charge.

She only became aware that she had drawn upon even more of her magic and the energy surrounding her to slow down the flow of time when she started to move. Whilst her actions were fluid and agile, the others were still seemingly moving slowly. Then before she could even think about darting to the side or even defending herself with magic, a corporeal golden shield sprang up in front of her, protecting her from any harm.

Lucia allowed time to flow smoothly again; the process of using magic after been squashed for so long was already beginning to drain her, especially with such a technical and difficult piece of magic as slowing down time. Instead, she studied the scene, watching gold chains drop from thin air and bind the reptilian creature, stopping him mid launch and leaving him suspended. It let out enough thunderous roar as it tried furiously to get itself free from the chains now binding him.

Glancing around, Lucia saw who her rescuer was; someone she had seen frequently in the box, one who did not say very much to anyone within its presence. The saviour was stood poised and ready with blades that had been magicked out of thin air; so another person who possessed the ability to manipulate energy. Very interesting.

Perhaps the crowd would assume that he had cast the magic that had repelled the reptile, perhaps she was still very much hidden...For the meantime.

"Thank you," Lucia breathed, her heart still pounding heavy in her chest.

In any normal circumstance the reptile would have been easy to deal with...But alas this was no ordinary circumstance. The Grandmaster's personal guard suddenly burst through the room; any sign of chaos or disturbance and they were always there and ready to fight or kill if need be.

They witnessed the being still thrashing round, roaring and clinking the chains, they witnessed the poor servant girl with her dress torn across the arm and a golden shield in front of her, they saw a fellow spectator and friend of the Grandmaster poised and ready with his blades drawn. It wasn't very difficult to assess the situation. Within moments, the reptile had been released from his magical shackles and were instead replaced with cast iron ones as it was dragged from the room, yelling slanderous and insulting terms at Lucia as he went.

Lucia said nothing, her gaze averted as she instead fixed them upon the pale, dark-haired trickster who had chosen to save her rather than watch another fight unfold.

"Thank you..." She said again, realising just how quickly her life and her plot could have quickly been destroyed.
 

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