You, Oroku Saki, were in your small home, your daughter in the other room playing with her toys.

You prayed and prayed for a sign, somehow to defeat the rival empire trying to kill you, your daughter, your people and take your lands.

Walking out to get some dinner, you saw…it.

It was a 9 foot tall, square shaped alien, an Oni?

It grinned, and then spoke.

“Greetings, oh so great Oroku Saki. I am a Krang. But you may call me, Krang.” It said, it’s tendrils assembled some sort of armor.