Wander over Yonder Season 3-16

In the past, Lord Dominator was only doing what once came naturally to her: Domination of pathetic weaklings who could only put up the feeblest of fights. To drive her drill into the core of a planet and sap it of all its precious resources once gave her great satisfaction. To see fearful masses driven away by her Dombot armies had once granted her the greatest of joys. To see herself at the top of the villain leaderboards was her life's greatest achievement.

That once was. As of late, this was becoming less and less the case.

Planetary domination was starting to feel repetitive and unfulfilling. Extracting resources from planets when she already had so much felt pointless. To see helpless masses fleeing in panic seemed like more of the same. Her top position on the villain leaderboards was the limit and it was impossible to go higher.

Dominator sat slouching in her chair watching half-interested as villains on the leaderboards traded spots while she remained at the top. She could have aimed to conquer all planets in the galaxy like before but she'd only run out of conquest candidates same as before.

Dominator was not just bored but had fallen into a state of apathy, loneliness, doubt: what once brought her joy had turned dull and gray and she just couldn't decipher why. It felt as though an unknown something was pushing all her destructive urges away. It felt as though there was a vacancy in her life and no amount of planetary destruction could ever fill it.

Driven by this terrible inner turmoil, she begins to work on a small, palm-sized ice sculpture using her ice powers. Not paying too much attention to who or what she was sculpting, the sculpture begins to resemble Wander. She quickly melts the sculpture away using a hot magma hand.

"That's enough sculpting for today" she thought to herself not wanting to know why Wander came to mind then and there. She then flicked on the television, flipped through a couple of channels, and eventually settles for a drama show of sorts.

"I was wrong. I owe you all an apology" a Flendarian directs at his friends. "I used you. Manipulated you... And not a moment passes by where I don't regret what I did..."

Feeling intense discomfort, Dominator shuts the television off at once.

Growing ever more restless, Dominator decides to go for a walk around her ship. As she walked, she began to notice something she had never noticed before: her ship was shockingly empty. On occasion, a Dombot Pawn or two would walk by but they were machines programmed to follow orders. To Dominator, they were cold, heartless, emotionless machines that knew not how to have fun and had no sense of humor. She made no attempt to interact with any of her soldiers as she resumed her stroll.

Eventually, she came upon a window looking down on a planet ripe for the dominating but Dominator was in no mood for drilling. After admiring the peaceful baby blue and spots of lush green, she had gained a sudden urge to go hiking. She loses herself reminiscing about the time she had hiked with Wander and Sylvia and about watching the planet come to life before her very own eyes.

"Pretty isn't it?" Dominator suddenly hears Wander say.

"W-Wander!?" Dominator lets out looking around her frantically. She finds she is alone. "M-my mind is playing tricks on me!.. That must have been it" she concludes. "...Fresh air... That sounds nice right about now..."

Donning her armor, she departs her ship and heads straight for the planet below. Upon landing, she finds the planet barren. Wherever she looked, there was little more than rocks and dirt but she had seen blue and green when above it. Also, Wander once showed her that looks can be deceiving and with his inspiration, Dominator removed her helmet and put her ear to the ground. She still felt stupid from it but she wanted to try this time.

Dominator focused. She steadied her breathing. She closed her eyes and tried her best to hear the planet.

"Still nothing!" she wanted to growl frustrated but stopped herself at the last second and kept her ear to the ground. "...This is stupid! Of course I won't hear anything! This is a waste of time!" Dominator condemned after a few moments. "Stupid hippy nonsense!"

She then hears what sounded like a very faint heart beating.

Creeped out by the sound, she immediately lifts her head, grabs her helmet, and dashes towards and climbs a nearby rock.

"O-okay, I think I heard something" she said aloud. "What was that!? Was that what Wander meant?"

She looks around expecting the planet to perhaps come out of hiding like last time and sure enough, the dull gray and brown of her environment slowly and steadily became greener. Blades of grass came out of hiding, trees both large and small forced their way out of the ground, massive hills rose to the south, great valleys carved the north, mountain ranges conquered the east and the west. Flowers soon added their bright colors to the otherwise-green landscapes and rivers replenished long canals that stretched into the horizon.

Dominator could only stand in awe at the transformation.

Looking around, Dominator notices a dirt path that she felt was inviting her to follow. Imagining Wander telling her not to step on the grass, Dominator put her armor away and set one foot on the dirt path then set the other foot down.

"So far, so good. I think" Dominator said and she began to follow the path. Along the way, she was treated to many sights and sounds: grass that seemed to dance as wind caressed it; flowers that emitted a very faint, chant-like sound when blooming; vines that sounded like banjo strings when touched by the wind; flower-filled trees that gently shed flower petals which reached great heights when even slightly touched by the most gentle of breezes. So numerous were these petals in the wind that they formed what looked like a river in the sky that seemed to point the way for Dominator.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Dominator spots an orange figure topped with green.

Believing it to be Wander in his usual green hat for an instant, she turns her head to find an orange, deer-like creature with green antlers that had leaves growing off of them. This creature observed Dominator curiously before dashing away once its curiosity was sated.

Dominator resumed her walk spotting many interesting sights like trees with leaves that shined in the sun as if made of silver, more Wander-colored deer in the distance, and flocks of birds that almost looked like they were made of glass. She would have loved to get a closer look at many things but she did not wish to step on what looked to be impeccable grass.

Eventually, Dominator had arrived to a gathering of trees the dirt path she was following snaked into. Pushing on, Dominator comes across a small pond with a small waterfall constantly replenishing it and another waterfall at the opposite end allowing escape. An orange-green deer was drinking from this pond as well but it hurried off and away once spotted.

"Well this is nice, I guess" Dominator says to herself. "Dead end for me though... Gotta say, a little foot soak sounds pretty good right about now. Might as well! I came all the way here, I've earned it."

Shoes and socks removed, Dominator's feet plunge right in.

"Oh yeah! This feels great!" Dominator celebrates enjoying the refreshing coolness of the water. After a few moments of gently splashing the water with her feet, Dominator looks around to confirm she was alone. "...Why stop at feet?" she dared to ask and soon, her armor and her clothes were placed neatly beside the pond.

"Cannonball!" Dominator notifies the world and a loud splash later, Dominator finds herself naked and submerged up to just below the shoulders. "That's right! I'm skinny dipping!" she boasts. "Skinny dipping because Dominator does what she wants, when she wants! And who's stopping me!? No one is stopping me! Not society! Not no do gooder weirdos! Not the Zbornak, Sylvia! And especially not Wander!"

Out of the corner of one eye, she spots orange and green.

"Gah!" she lets out red-faced and covers herself up with her arms. She spots that the deer of moments before had quietly returned. "D-don't do that!" she shouts splashing water the deer's way. "Do you know who I am? I'm Dominator and I could squish you like a bug if I wanted to! Don't mess with me!.."

The deer doesn't seem to respond to the threat.

"And why, of all colors, did you have to be orange and green!?" Dominator questions testily. "...I thought you were Wander!.. I-I thought Wander had seen me naked... Aaaah! Why am I even thinking something like that!?"

Her face burning, Dominator submerges her head underwater. She surfaces still red to see the deer drinking from the pond.

"...That's basically girl's bathwater you're drinking, by the way. You should be paying me..."

The deer continued drinking undisturbed. Feeling daring, Dominator gently approaches the deer and reaches out to try to pet the creature. She succeeds and the silk-smoothness of the deer's fur caresses Dominator's fingertips, the deer's body heat warming her water-cooled hand.

"This... This isn't so bad... I bet this is exactly what Wander would be doing right about now if he were here" Dominator thought humorously. "He'd then say something goofy and dumb like 'show all living things the kindness you wish to receive in return' or some other silly saying. Ha! What a dork..."

Once more, Dominator wondered why Wander often came up in her thoughts. She was sure she didn't miss him or care about him in the least but thoughts of him often just snuck up on her. Perhaps it was a growing feeling of guilt, a sentiment she was not used to, for dashing Wander's hopes for friendship?

"I don't miss him one bit, I-I was only using him for his cooking, alright!? He's too giving for his own good, the idiot! Why would I ever miss him or care about him!?" Dominator demands of the deer before her. "Don't be ridiculous!.."

Before she could give the matter more consideration, as if alarmed, the deer looks up into the sky before running away and out of sight.

"Hey! Where you going?" Dominator asked.

Almost as quickly, many of the trees and plant life around Dominator had vanished leaving behind Dominator in her little body of water. That water soon disappeared as well leaving her naked in the middle of a deserted planet once more.

"Crud!" Dominator exclaims covering up and rushing to her armor and clothes. Using the arm of her armor like a giant hair dryer, Dominator dries herself quickly and just as quickly makes herself decent again. Dominator then looks around trying to figure out why the planet had gone back into hiding. Surely something must have frightened it?

Her question was answered once she looked straight up to spot what looked like a moon but it was moving too rapidly to be a moon. To Dominator's alarm, this moon-like object was heading for her Domship.

This new arrival was no moon. Dominator was sure now it was another ship shaped like a moon and menacing her own.

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THE DOOM MOON

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Dominator immediately took flight determined to get to her ship before the new menace reached it. After a few button presses on her armored wrist, the ship accelerates her way and she enters the command room. During frantic typing away at one of her command room computers, a communication comes through.

"Hello Dominator!" Hater greets out of a command room monitor.

"Ha-Hater!?" Dominator exclaims.

"That's right!" Hater confirms. "And it's not just me!"

"Greetings Dominator!" Peepers says. "It is with joy that I inform you that your reign ends now!"

"Your end is nigh says I, Eviiil Sandwiiiich!" Sourdough declares through a separate computer monitor.

"Wevenge at wast!" Little Bits exclaims through yet another computer.

Several more monitors are taken over by additional villains like Emperor Awesome.

"Hate to do this to ya babe but I can't party hard on a ruined galaxy, ya feel me?"

Something the So and So also chimed in.

"So yeah, this is where it ends for you. I think? Y-yeah, that's right!.. I think? Y-yeah, your end is nigh!"

General McGuffin also made himself heard.

"This military operation shall be most satisfying!" the chicken general said.

"I'm sick and tired of people not getting my name right!" Kragthar of Kraaaaagtttthh complained. "Oh, and I guess this is your end as well. That too."

Dr. Screwball Jones honked horns during his turn to speak.

"Ask not for whom the horns honk! They honk for thee!" the banana-shaped villain mocked.

Additional villains spoke but Dominator had stopped listening.

"So!.. You all teamed up, did ya?" Dominator asks before getting into full armor. "You all want a piece of me!? Ha! I will defeat every one of you no differently than last time! I will take all of you on no problem!" she boasts and slams her fist down on a large, red button.

A great red beam ejects out of the front of Dominator's mighty Domship and it heads straight for its ball-shaped opponent.

"Dominator" Hater speaks once more, "it is with great pleasure that we introduce you to The Doom Moon!"

An equally great and green beam blasted out of the Doom Moon and it collides with the Domship's red beam.

At first, the beams seemed equally matched with neither side giving an inch. Then, little by little, Dominator's beam started to make progress and ultimately got very close.

"To give false hope and crush it right after is among life's greatest pleasures!" Sourdough said before the green beam tripled in strength and erased all gains made by the red beam.

"Wh-what!?" Dominator screams before the green beam overpowers her attack and collides with her ship. "GGAAAAHHH!" she lets out as the ship is rattled.

"Ahahahahaha!" Peepers laughs heartily.

"GGrrrrr! Dombots! Move out!" Dominator demands.

Several Dombot squadrons exit the ship. These squadrons attempt an approach only to be caught in a force field of sorts that fries their circuits. The same Dombots return back battered and with numbers cut in half.

"Failures!" Dominator condemns before having her ship launch hundreds of rockets that flew straight for the enemy.

With the use of smaller beams of energy, the rockets are incinerated before they could get close.

"Wesistwance is futile!" Little Bits mocks. "You are doomed! Hihihihihihihihi!"

"I demand all squadrons deploy at once!" Dominator shouts angrily as she tapped away at her command room computer.

Though showing great hesitation and fear, Dombot squadrons brave another deployment not wishing to incur Dominator's wrath. They too return after sustaining heavy casualties.

"Lord Dominator" a lone and brave Dombot reports, "enemy forces are too strong. Suggested course of action: retreat."

"Retreat!?" Dominator repeats offended. "We do not retreat!"

The ship is hit with something heavy causing it to rattle violently. Some alarms start to blare warning of extensive damages but Dominator proves stubborn.

"We have never retreated before, we shall not start now!" Dominator declared deploying the massive, planet-destroying drill of her ship. It only made sense that her drill would be perfect in attacking a ship shaped like a planet.

Accelerating rapidly towards the Doom Moon, drill at the ready, the tip of the drill pierces the surface of its target.

"Gotcha!" Dominator celebrates and makes the drill spin as fast as it could go.

"Do you think that will work!?" Hater mocks. "Wahahahahaha!"

"Hater, you will fall like before! You all will!" Dominator counters defiantly as the drill spins rapidly and attempts to pierce the thick armor of the Doom Moon.

"Finest armor money could buy!" Peepers counters as Dominator's drill failed to penetrate.

"Why won't it work!?" Dominator demands angrily, the drill spinning as fast as it could go but not making a dent.

Just then, robotic arms extend out of the surface of the Doom Moon and firmly grab hold of the drill.

"I've always wanted to take Dominator's drill for a spin!" Screwball Jones jokes.

With the drill seized in a firm grip, Dominator's ship begins to spin instead. Dominator and all other occupants in her ship are pinned to the ship walls as the spinning almost threatens to tear the ship apart. Satisfied with their dominant performance, the Doom Moon tosses Dominator's ship sending it flying fast and far like a rag doll.

"Gahahahahaha! This is too easy!" Hater celebrated.

"This is like a dream come true!" Peepers almost sung.

"To think this day has finally come!" Sourdough said. "The end of days for Dominator!"

Virtually all in The Doom Moon were laughing and celebrating heartily amazed and impressed at how easily they were humbling Dominator, the menace that once terrorized them all just as easily.

Meanwhile, Dominator's ship recovers from its toss some distance away and rectifies itself. Hearing the mockery and laughter and rattled by the great power of the Doom Moon, Dominator smashes several computers in her command room.

"Lord Dominator" the same brave Dombot from before reports, "suggested course of action: retreat."

"RETREAT!?" Dominator shouts before blasting the brave Dombot with ice. She begins a menacing approach towards the now-frozen Dombot. "Talk of retreat is TREASON!" she announces with many other Dombots around as audience. "And traitors are to be dealt with SWIFTLY!" she shouts placing one of her boots atop the helpless, frozen Dombot.

Though she did not want to admit it, Dominator was shaken. She had never faced an enemy so dominant before and now, more than ever, she needed her Dombots to give their all. To add to her frustration, whether through a perfectly-timed software glitch or some hardware malfunction she had no time to look into, Dominator's Dombots were not sacrificing themselves like the mindless, obedient minions they were designed to be.

"Those who speak of retreat! Those who speak of surrender! Will be destroyed!" Dominator warns before crushing the frozen Dombot to bits. "Understood!?.. UNDERSTOOD!?"

Many in Dominator's audience shook with fear wanting to neither confront The Doom Moon nor suffer Dominator's wrath. They stayed in place unsure of how to proceed.

"Bots 101 through 150! Move out at once!" Dominator orders. "We must find that thing's weakness!"

Fifty bots in her audience now backed up frightened by their sudden call to action, a call to action to be little more than cannon fodder.

"That was an ORDER!" Dominator exclaims but still, no bots step forward. "COWARDS!" Dominator shouts freezing several Dombots in their place. "I will NOT tolerate COWARDICE!" she exclaims, her arm forming into a magma whip with which to shatter her newly-frozen victims. Readying a crack of her whip, Dominator came very close to making an example of her hesitant underlings but she fails in this task. A failure not from a lack of trying but because she had suddenly been blasted away by a laser blast from someone in the Dombot ranks.

Utterly bewildered by the sudden surprise attack, Dominator is quick to her feet. She homes in on the traitor responsible. It was none other than Bot 13, his smoke-emitting gun still drawn.

"BOT... THIRTEEN!.." Dominator seethed at the bot that Wander had named 'Beep Boop'.

The Dombots near Bot 13 immediately distance themselves leaving Bot 13 to face Lord Dominator all on his own. Bot 13, unhappy with Dominator's ill treatment, was determined not to allow any more abuses even if it meant standing alone.

Dominator did not delay: her magma arm explodes forwards grabbing Bot 13 and pulling him in.

"Everyone watch! This is what we do to traitors like Bot 13!" Dominator instructs as her other arm transformed into a spiked ball of ice. "I'm gonna enjoy this!" she says while the struggling Bot 13 lets out a cry for help.

Another laser blast is unleashed. Again, Dominator is hit by this laser blast and is sent flying. Once more, another in her once-loyal armies had rebelled and this time, it was Bot 53, a bot Beep Boop had helped revive.

Dominator gets back up too stunned for words now and in disbelief at what was going on. She points her magma cannon arm in Bot 53's general direction not caring for any innocent Dombots that might also get hit.

Two laser blasts now hit Dominator throwing her aside and saving Bot 53 and others in the process.

In that moment, Dominator's once mindlessly-loyal troops were all learning something: they didn't have to tolerate Dominator's treatment. They also weren't alone: they stood no chance against Dominator alone but together, they could actually repel Dominator's attacks and abuses and perhaps, do even more.

In her arrogance, Dominator may have built an army so powerful, it was even capable of toppling their own master.

"GGRRRRAAAAAAAHHHH!" Dominator screamed through her mask blasting her disobedient troops with the strongest energy beam her armor could muster.

Dominator's underlings did not stand still: Knights, Pawns, and Probes alike drawing their own laser weapons and firing to counter Dominator's attack.

BOOOOOOMMMMM!

The explosion knocks Dominator off her feet yet again. While struggling to get up, she feels the ship begin to accelerate rapidly: someone had initiated her ship's full-speed retreat presumably away from The Doom Moon.

Then with her helmet cracked and broken enough to allow a view of a bit of her face, Dominator beholds an alarming sight: legions of her Dombot armies charging full-speed her way meaning to annihilate her.

Outnumbered, overpowered, and knowing it was best not to stick around any further, Dominator takes flight herself and seeks out her escape pods all the while evading her minions' many laser blasts. Once found, she dives into whatever escape pod was available and ejects.

For the very first time, it was not Dominator ejecting a failure out of her ship, it was Dominator forced to eject herself out as rebelling minions threatened to destroy her and just like that, Dominator was ousted. The queen had been overthrown by her worker ants.

Dominator's former worker ants, once the realization had hit them, celebrate by firing their guns upward and tearing down any vestiges of the now-toppled Lord Dominator: statues, posters, banners and the like dedicated to her were torn down. Dominator's ship was now theirs, they had escaped The Doom Moon and Dominator, and Dominator's escape pod had been sent tumbling through space. Where Dominator was headed the Dombots did not care, all that mattered was that they were rid of her.

They were free. Free to rescue any Dombots left behind, find a better life for themselves and, with inspiration, they knew exactly who to seek out: the kindest spirit in the galaxy, the most compassionate life form, the gentlest soul to have ever befriended any one of them.

The little, orange nomad with the big, green hat.