It was often, in the later years of the Great Galactic War, that Commando 005, leader and Supreme Commander of the Space Pirate Armada, would visit his meditation chamber. It was there, away from the buzz of the command center, removed from duty in both mind and body, which he could truly think freely. He had been Supreme Commander for a long time, longer, even, than he could remember. It had been so long ago, that he barely remembered anything from his days as a soldier. He remembered enough, though; the name of the former Supreme Commander, he remembered-Argross. He remembered his brothers, too, the other ninety-eight members of his brood. But only the numbers of two had not escaped him-1210 and 3910. The others, he did not know whether they were alive or dead. In truth, he did not care. He did not even remember his own number, having no use for it in nearly a century.

But no longer. Now, he remembers.