With a mighty kick, he opened the door to his room. Everything was in order. His corkboard with detailed plans on which worlds to take over. Status reports on every sentry under his command. Suits of Power Ranger armor lined along the wall. Trophies of his finest kills.

A pink helmet. The Ranger killer came for him in the dead of night. Her life was snuffed out in seconds.

Golden armor and a samurai sword. A foolish hispanic boy thought he’d be able to take him out. This armor is all that survived the onslaught.

Each piece told a story of its own. Conquests over Rangers who opposed him as the Organization went from world to world to bolster their forces. Now he had an army nearly one thousand strong, and he only needed to wait for Xemnas’s order to claim his destiny.

- LetterSequence Round 4