Lord Dominator.
A name that when spoken aloud struck fear into the hearts of every being who heard it. Some have scoffed at this so-called "threat" after hearing the tales from survivors who barely escaped from her wrath. The ones who scoffed were foolish to not heed the warnings and tried to fight her; only to end up as survivors themselves.
A tyrannical being of pure evil who wanted nothing more than the destruction of the entire galaxy. A being who was smarter than the smarties, tougher than the toughies, and sharper than the sharpies. She had fought against the very best and the very worst and always came out on top. A cruel and ruthless dictator who let nothing stop her from getting exactly what she wanted when she wanted.
Nothing could stop her.
No one could stop her.
Nothing and no one, except, a furry orange spoon with a green hat and banjo.
A being who embodied hope and joy like no other. Always ready to lend a hand to whoever needed it. Never willing to give up on those in need.
A being with no name; simply called "Wander".
Someone like him should have been more than easy for Dominator to destroy. But as fate would have it, he proved to be more of a challenge than she initially thought. And in the end, it was her own cockiness and pride that resulted in her downfall.
The once-powerful and feared Dominator. Now reduced to nothing. Stripped of her powers, her army, her battleship, everything. And yet, after that fateful day, no one ever knew what happened to her. The one who was once one of the galaxy's most dangerous threats had just vanished like dust in the wind.
That is, until now.