Hordak had a crew once.

One brother failed as they crashed toward Etheria, body bent and broken. Another, shivering and feverish in the Scorpion's hospital, failed before morning. Nevertheless, enough of them remained to be called a people. A Horde.

Some failed in the revolution, their blood mixing with King Scorpio's. Others failed mundanely: this one couldn't digest the alien world's food, that one couldn't breathe its air.

Hordak learned from them all. He built his armor, his sanctum, his empire to shield against the dangers his brothers could not fight.

He is the last. And he will not fail.