Sometime in the last two days, the aliens slapped you in irons. Nullifiers, to be precise. You were wreaking havoc in Star City when the aliens performed one of their random sweeps. Some of you were spotted by dumb luck, others were ratted out by someone who has a very bad day coming sometime in the very near future.
You were transferred from one holding facility to another, and finally put on this M'buna, a weird alien transport ship. The alien K'tharen guards, and the V'sori agents who oversee the transfer, have just finished locking you into the back of the vessel. This transport is a mid-range vehicle and is most likely heading for one of those big Man o' Wars to take you off world. Rumor has it they like to dissect folks with super-powers to see what makes 'em tick.
At least if that's the case, you won't suffer alone. There are a few other capes in here as well. Some you recognize from their reputations. Some you don't. Some of you may have already been working together - taking advantage of Star City's current condition to plunder its survivors. Others may be completely new to the supervillain scene.
Either way, you're all in the same boat now, though, shackled in place and powerless, your gear and arms confiscated in a different section of the vehicle.
The door seals, and the guards move around to start the vehicle.