"An uprising? How was that possible?" Grandmaster had refused to believe it the moment he received the news.
Behind him, soldiers hurried back and forth carrying equipment, busy beyond measure.
An uprising? What uprising? Under his rule, everyone on Sakaar lived and worked in peace and contentment. If they had time for an uprising, why not watch the matches and place bets?
Even the prisoners had jobs and could earn their freedom through combat. Where else could they find a Heaven like this?
"Those prisoners somehow acquired a batch of weapons, and the Neurotoxin locks on them have been removed. They're about to take over the central computer..." the captain of the guard reported.
However, it was as if Grandmaster had been triggered by a switch. He frowned. "Wait, wait. I don't like that word you used."
The captain of the guard froze. "Which word? Central computer?"
Grandmaster waved his hands repeatedly. "Of course not! What's there to dislike about the central computer? I mean the word that starts with S!"
The captain immediately understood and changed his wording. "The prisoners with jobs are now fully armed."
Grandmaster instantly beamed. "That's more like it. Much better."
Where had Sakaar gotten any slaves? There were no slaves.
Grandmaster was kind-hearted. He couldn't bear to see anyone become a slave.
So the prisoners were merely planning a Prison Break. It had nothing to do with an uprising! If prisoners broke out, they just had to be captured and killed.
And so, they missed their chance to suppress the unrest outside at the very beginning.
The uprising had two parts. One was the Sakaar slave warriors stirred up by Thor. These slave warriors launched an offensive from within, targeting the central computer and the hangars.
They did not like it here. After all,