Planet Hulk

Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five, four, three...

One.

I am truly sorry for what we've had to do.

But we had no choice.

When you get angry, Bruce,

when you're overcome by rage,

you are a force of destruction.

O most divine creator,

I seek thy hand,

and pray for the health of Sakaar,

for we are a divided and dying world.

Through the ancient prophets,

you have promised us a warrior saviour.

You fear nothing

and even the mightiest heroes of Earth

cannot deter you.

A warrior who looks into the eyes of death

and stands his ground.

The madder you get, the stronger you get,

and there is no limit to your rage.

A warrior with boundless strength

whose power knows no end.

We picked your destination carefully.

A planet full of vegetation and game,

no intelligent life-forms.

There will be no one there to hurt you

and no one you can hurt.

Warning. Guidance system off-line.

Trajectory altered.

I know you must hate us, Bruce, but you

always said you wanted to be left alone.

May you finally find peace.

And this warrior shall strike down all evil,

unite all kingdoms,

and through his blood shall restore life

to all of Sakaar.

O most divine creator,

deliver to us our saviour, the Sakaarson.

By order of the Lord Emperor of Sakaar,

all debris of value which exits

the Great Portal is Imperial property.

Isn't right.

First finders, that is the law.

He belongs to us!

Enough. Now kneel.

The talkbots have reached your brain

by now, beast,

which means you understand me.

So, on your knees.

Kneel.

Close enough.

No, no. Miek no good. Miek dies easy.

Somebody break the door. Let Miek out!

You, brick man, knock it open!

Sit down.

But Miek not a fighter. Miek a hider.

Very thin-shelled and very...

Hey, look. That one awake.

You, snap your chains! Free us!

That's enough, Miek.

You won't regain your full strength

for a while,

an unfortunate effect of passing

through the Portal.

-I am Laven.

-Where am I?

Inside an Imperial transport.

You've been sold as a slave.

The Hulk is no one's slave!

Easy. Hulk, is it?

Those chains are Shadowforged.

They're unbreakable.

You need to save your strength

for the games.

Games?

We are en route to the coliseum,

where our deaths are scheduled

for today's entertainment.

Miek a hider, not a fighter.

Today, we are all fighters, Miek.

And we must stand together

if we hope to survive this.

-You have a plan?

-Yes, Korg, I do.

We'll use your strength and endurance

to our advantage

by having you hold the front line.

You'll be tasked with weakening

our opponents.

Hulk, we'll need you to fight alongside him.

Hiroim, your battles during the Spike Wars

are legendary.

You bring obvious skill

as well as speed and agility.

I am proficient in hand-to-hand combat.

I, too, should be on the front line.

Youll serve best in second position,

along with Hiroim and myself.

Miek, you and the other natives

will join Elloe in the final position.

No, no, no! We object!

We are hived. He is outcast.

Have you heard nothing I've said?

We fight as a team or we die.

You demand too much.

Especially for one who has served

the Red King.

How dare you question his loyalty!

Commander Laven is only a prisoner

because he joined the resistance

to fight against that bloody tyrant.

It's all right, Elloe.

The time for talking is over.

We've arrived.

Greetings, citizens and Oligarchs.

Welcome to the Crown City Coliseum!

Allow me to introduce today's contenders,

the gladiators.

Hoping they live longer than the last ones.

And now, allow me to introduce

their opponents,

red hot and ready to rumble,

the Kronans!

No. It can't be.

Margus?

Margus, I thought you were all dead.

What...

Hulk! Get back over here!

Korg is down. Not so good.

You got your wish, Android.

Now we're the front line.

-Good.

-No, Android! Not yet!

Move!

Laven!

We have to help him!

-We do not take orders from Imperials.

-Let's get the one that's down.

We can finish it!

The natives are down.

Very messy. Should have been hiders.

Look out!

Hiroim!

Korg, we can't defeat them. Only you can.

They are my brothers.

They used to be. Their minds are gone.

Korg, please!

No.

Laven!

-No. No.

-Margus, stop this.

You have to listen to me. Please!

Brother!

Hurry! Faster! The Red King will see us!

Red King?

There. This is his planet.

We just living here.

-Well, sire?

-Not bad.

But what about the green one there?

Does he not fight?

He'll fight.

-Finally!

-What?

Now I know who to smash!

No, no! No, no, no! Wrong way.

A stunning upset, yes.

So, perhaps it's time

for a brief educational interlude.

Let's explore the feeding habit

of our planets most ferocious predator,

the Cavaranthus Mazorus,

more commonly known

as the Great Devil Corker!

Oh, fratz.

Impressive display, monster.

I'll have Primus throw an extra bone

in your cage tonight.

Permission to execute him, my lord.

No, wait. I'll take care of this one myself.

The choice is yours, monster.

Die on your feet or grovelling in the dirt.

Dirt it is, then.

Arm yourself!

You don't learn, do you?

Oh, I Learn.

Now Hulk slash!

You're strong, slave,

but you're no match for me.

Is that so?

Finish him, my Lord.

No. No.

The people would think their king unfair.

Behold!

Your emperor grants this gladiator his life

so that he may continue fighting

for your entertainment.

He bled you, sire, in front of the crowd.

Is it wise to let him live?

Who said anything about letting him live?

We pass to next life one Laven Skee.

Friend to some, enemy to others,

respected by all.

He died trying to unite us.

We must honour his death

by becoming Warbound.

Warbound joins us, right? Like...

Like a hive?

And Miek will belong?

Yes, Miek. Now...

Youll have your turn.

My name is Hiroim the Shamed

and you shall know the truth of who I am.

Sacrilege! The divine creator

has answered our prayers

by delivering to us the Sakaarson.

Hiroim, it is written

that we shall know the saviour

by his fulfilment of prophecy.

You've seen for yourself.

The Red King has struck down evil

by ending the Spike Wars.

He is now uniting the kingdoms.

It was his Death's Head guards

that ended the war,

the same guards he uses

to oppress those very kingdoms.

You forget, the prophecies speak

of the World Breaker

as well as the Sakaarson.

The Shadow priesthood

must stand as one, Hiroim.

Will you not join us in shepherding in

this new era?

When the real Sakaarson comes,

if one ever does,

only then will I herald his arrival.

May the divine creator have mercy

on your soul.

They stripped me of my name,

banished me from the order

and cast me into slavery.

Have you heard the whispers

amongst the guards, Hiroim?

Some dare say the Hulk might be

the true Sakaarson.

-Then they do so out of desperation.

-How can you be so certain?

Because Hulk is clearly not here

to save anyone but himself.

Miek's turn to bind!

Miek is Miek,

and it all begins in larva time when...

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