DIMENSION X

In the farthest reaches of the galaxy, past every starfield and through every wormhole, there is a cosmic realm unlike any other in the universe . . . Dimension X! Here, the icy vacuum of space is powerless against the smoldering meteors. Here, clusters of comets ignite the cosmos like an intergalactic fireworks display. Here, there are no actual stars, and hence, no planets capable of supporting life.

Except for one.

But it isn’t a real planet. Real planets aren’t made of titanium armor and grinding gears. A living world wouldn’t have all-terrain tank wheels and rocket boosters. This is a planet-sized war machine with rivers of glowing mutagen pulsing through it. This is an extra-dimensional space station capable of destroying solar systems. This is . . . the TECHNODROME.

Inside the control room, Kraang-droids—robotic exoskeletons that housed the blobby, brain-like Kraang, a race of alien villains—mapped the Technodrome’s flight plan to a secret location. At the very moment they were setting the coordinates, a holographic video display flickered to life. The droids stopped what they were doing, as this could mean only one thing—

“A message from Kraang’s glorious leader,” a droid announced, “Kraang Prime!”

The Kraang respectfully saluted their commander: “Kraaaaang! Kraaaaang! Kraaaaang! Kraaaaang!”

Suddenly, a hologram appeared like a window floating in the middle of the control room.

The distorted transmission allowed the eldest Kraang to see its loyal subjects bowing to it in unison. It looked at its surroundings. A wall of video displays stood before it. On one screen, a satellite image slowly came into focus. It was a live feed of a small planet far, far away: a tiny blue world nearly covered in water.

“The invasion,” Kraang Prime proclaimed, “that is known as the Invasion of Earth begins now.”

“Prepare the Technodrome,” one Kraang- droid commanded.

With a rumble, the Technodrome glided forward through Dimension X as every Kraang on board cheered, “Kraaaaang! Kraaaaang! Kraaaaang!”