Far away in the dark depths of a galaxy under siege, the Emperor steepled his fingers before him and heaved a great sigh; his Coin had been lost to a boy, a human boy, and a team of five human freedom fighters engineered by that wily old wizard, Zordon. It was not a good thing… not a good thing at all. In fact, it was downright embarrassing…

He sat back in his marble throne and clicked his fingers; a male Nimian servant walked up to him and dropped to one knee, “Yes, your grace?” he asked.

“Send a message to Rita Repulsa at her base in the Milky Way… tell her I want my Coin back. It’s either that or her head.”

The servant nodded, “As you wish, your grace.”