Pikachu also went back to pack his things. He did not have much to pack, after all, buildings like taverns could not be taken away. The most valuable thing was the Beer Production Line. It had not been easy to acquire, since it was a fully automated production line, and few countries could manufacture one complete, with exports also restricted. He had gone to great lengths to get hold of an old one. It was his most valuable asset.
He would not be taking any employees with him. Once they got there, they could hire humans. There were plenty of unemployed and financially strapped second-string superheroes and young Mutants. They were the best candidates.
Yondu packed up quickly as well. He clearly had extensive experience with moving and fleeing disasters. In less than an afternoon, everything had been packed. They even had a decent medium-sized spaceship, which they loaded with all their belongings. Schiller took Pikachu with him, and the group headed for the Milky Way Galaxy.
Schiller had notified Loki in advance, so Loki had brought some people to receive them. That gave the Ravagers quite a fright. They had seen the splendor of Asgard Warriors before, but back then, they had not even qualified as opponents. The moment fighting started, they could only silently crouch in a corner and pretend to be jars and bottles.
"You really did bring them over," Loki said. "Asgard's tavern culture has a long history. Why can't we keep order at the place?"
"Tavern culture? You mean getting drunk, going into space for a duel, and punching someone into a star so deeply that no one can dig them back out?"
Loki rubbed his cheek and said, "It's not quite that exaggerated. Only a few people get punched into stars."
"Never mind that."