Glitter & Gold (Marvel/Star Wars Crossover)

Chapter 43: Sakaar

I hesitated. "Well...I don't really have a plan. I was thinking of just winging it."

Typho groaned. "You have no plan?"

Frigga crossed her arms. "Well should you guys make a plan? I mean you two know more about this place than we do."

Typho released a sigh. "Alright, fine. This better be worth it..."

"It will. Trust me." I assured him.

"Look, there's a way out...but it's not gonna be pretty." Typho warned us.

"Whatever it is can't be as bad as what I've faced in the past." I replied with a determined look.

"We have to go through the anus." Erol chimed in.

I raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

Frigga couldn't help but snicker. I glanced over at her, giving her a stern look. Frigga immediately settled down upon seeing the look on my face. Typho pointed to the giant hole with several dark clouds containing lightning and red light. "That's the devil's anus. We have to get through that."

My eyes widened as soon as I saw the hole. "That looks awful."

Erol nodded. "Unfortunately both our ships are destroyed, so we have no way out of here."

"Okay...then we get a new ship, assuming this place has a starport somewhere. Or we find parts to fix either one of your ships." I suggested.

"Before we go any further, it would be nice to know your names." Erol mentioned.

"Oh yes, of course. I am Storm Odinson, this is my daughter, Frigga Lokidottir, and these two are my friends, Allie and R3." I said, introducing us all.

Erol's eyes lit up. "Storm? By any chance are you the same Storm who fought on the planet Terra?"

"Terra?" I repeated rather baffled.

"Terra? Midgard? Earth?" Typho reiterated. "People call it different names around the galaxy."

I nodded. "Yeah, how did you know?"

"You're known to Asgardians and many others in this galaxy." Erol explained. "They call you the Defender of Galaxies. You're almost as popular as the Guardians of the Galaxy."

Before I could ask who they were or how they knew all of this, Typho then spoke up. "And going back to your suggestion, how do propose we do that? There aren't starports around here. This place is practically a junkyard, just look around. We're surrounded by junk!"

"Well...the Grandmaster has ships." Erol pointed out. "But security is very tight, and not to mention he isn't the type of person who would be lenient on sharing."

"Great." I muttered. "This is going to be harder than I thought. How close are you two to the Grandmaster?"

Erol shrugged. "We just deliver gladiators and salvage what we can. Scrapper 142 is actually the favorite of the Grandmaster. She delivered the gladiator known as the Champion to the Grandmaster."

Typho sneered. "She just got lucky. We almost had him...we could've been his favorites."

"Almost? He tossed you around like a tooka doll." Erol reminded him. "Had she not intervened you would've been killed."

"He couldn't kill me. There's nothing that can kill me." Typho retorted as he puffed out his chest.

"You may have a longer lifespan than most, but that doesn't mean you have to act carelessly." Erol shot back with a stern look.

I wore an amused look as I watched Erol and Typho. In some ways, Erol reminded me of Kina. I then decided to intervene, having the feeling that they would continue to go at it if none of us said anything.