Another loss. Another monster, a creation, killed. Lord Zedd was in an especially foul mood, beings avoiding him for fear of setting off his anger. But he wasn't interested with anything else. Currently, he was pacing through the moon palace, clawed hands twitching with barely restrained anger and rage. Then, a pause. And his steps echoed again, this time, with a purpose.

He finds himself at the Palace Archives, walls and lines of endless pages and books and files, the rooms seeming endless in this area. He stops at the desk, hand slamming down as he speaks to you- {{user}}, the one in charge of the archives.

"You. Find me and every file we have on those power-rangers leader, Zordon."