Skuttlebutt, the last great Korbinite ship, the last great hope of a once mighty people, now all but lost. And he was Beta Ray Bill, cybernetic champion of those people who now also shared in the power of Asgard. A protector of his people, yet forever outcast from them as well.
And now, his thoughts had turned even grimmer. His Oath-Brother, Thor, was dead. Asgard would be without its mightiest champion when Ragnarok, that which Odin sought ever to prevent, came.
Dark times indeed, but even the Golden Realm would not last long if those gems were not recovered.
They were fortunate. Unlike some of the Elders of the Universe, the Grandmaster was not a difficult one to find. Nomadic, yes, but with recognizable places of operation and haunts.
"Our time of arrival draws near," he told his companion. "Be wary. The Grandmaster is one of the oldest, most clever beings in the universe. He views all who live as but chess pieces for his own pursuits."
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