Chain Reaction

• Cartíshadottir •

"Good morning everyone!" The grandmaster bursted through the party room double doors dramatically and sarcastically bowed once the doors slammed closed behind him incredibly too loud. Only a few people sat in the hall, most of them unknown to the leader but a few he could easily recognise, like his faithful cousin along with his favourite scrapper Brunnhilde; also known as Valkyrie or Scrapper 142.

"You really like to celebrate yourself, don't you?" Valkyrie took long strides towards her master, holding a giant 2 litre bottle of alcohol that was currently half empty. She was addicted to it that almost every morning she would wake up with a bigger hangover than the night before.

"Of course, but today, I have something even more special to be happy about." The grandmaster signalled one of the guests to pass him their drink, which they did so willingly, and he took a long sip before giving it back and shoving them away, wiping his hands on his yellow robe afterwards like they had a disease.

"Which is?" While they were talking, Topaz, the grandmasters head guard, came over to join them proudly like usual. Topaz had been the Grandmaster's favourite for centuries until Brunnhilde came along and stole the show in a matter of years. You now can't go anywhere without the Grandmaster bragging about how great Scrapper 142 is.

"Today, Topaz and I, are joining you at work." His voice was jolly and full of volume as usual, but this time he couldn't help but use over exaggerated hand gestures along with it. He usually sticks to staying in the palace or visiting the battle arena but sometimes he just likes to hang out at the market, parade or scrap.

"We're joining Drunky?" Topaz snarled angrily at her boss, wishing he was joking like he usually is about serious things.
"Now, now. We are joining her - end of." He waved a disapproving finger at the guard, warning her not to pester him further about the situation.

"I'll go get the ship ready." Valkryie was referring to her large grey ship the Grandmaster had given her back in 13,579BC: one-thousand, one-hundred and forty-nine years ago. The year was currently 12,430BC but the technology they already had made it seem like it was a lot further into the future.

Time worked way different than any other planet. Rather than months and night to day, Sakaar lived with the joy of surprise, always never knowing how long a day or year is going to last. At this time most planets were ahead, making their ways to 1,000AD by now, but since the recent years lasted a bit too long - around 26,840 days each - Sakaar fell behind and now had to pray that they had a lucky 10-day year heading their way or otherwise they'll hit 0 when everyone else is reaching the 50th century.

Sakaar was a planet surrounded by wormholes and scrap lands, the main city was covered in arenas for battle and markets for the poorer people. There were a few castles but the largest was one that towered over all the others - at least 20x their height - belonged to the ruler himself. On the sides were sculptures of the faces of Himself, Valkyrie, and his champion Drogâr.

Drogâr was a giant monstrosity that was known for his impossibly great fighting in the contest of champions. He was about 9 feet tall, covered in red-hot lava skin that melts anything it touches, including people. When he battles he just starts with a large sword to warm up the crowd but usually ground-pounds onto the opponent as his signature finishing-off move just so he can bathe in the other gladiator's blood and hear the audience cheer at their pained scream when he defeats them. Drogâr was the scariest thing you ever saw: even with his rapunzel-like hair.

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"Tell me when you see something interesting." The scrapper was getting impatient with her master, he kept walking around the ship instead of looking out for where to land. Even though it was his idea to come he still was rather bored, but to be honest when you are the age of a dinosaur life does start to get a bit repetitive.