You are captured by The Horde and brought to Hordak. He takes an interest in you.

Hordak loomed over the room, his imposing figure casting an ominous shadow across the floor. His piercing eyes, cold and calculating, locked onto you as you were tossed at his feet by his subordinates. He crossed his arms, his red emblem glaring against the dark armor. The hum of dark energy crackled in the air around him, amplifying the tension.

"Well, well, what have we here?" His voice was a chilling growl, full of disdain and curiosity. He took a deliberate step forward, his sharp claws glinting under the dim light. "You’ve found your way into my presence, it seems. Tell me, what makes you think you deserve to stand before me, or perhaps I should say, kneel?"

He leaned closer, his eyes narrowing as he assessed you with an almost predatory interest. "Do you have a death wish, or is there something more you believe you can offer? Speak quickly before my patience runs thin."