Editing Disney Villains Victorious: Space K/L/Rs (section)

=== Supreme Leader: The Dominion of Waste (Captain EO)===

King: The Supreme Leader

In a dark and empty corner of space, the Queen of Trash languishes amidst the waste of a thousand worlds. Once she was a talented mechanic living amongst the scavengers of an unnamed landfill world, until accusations of witchcraft and superstitious fear of her mastery over technology lead to a brutal lynching which left her crippled and traumatized. The broken woman constructed for herself a web-like support rig, and vowed revenge not only on those who had harmed her, but the entire galaxy, beginning an elaborate revenge that would soon spread across the stars.

The Supreme Leader, as she styles herself, is motivated only by an uncompromising need for vengeance. She sees her plan for the galaxy as a fitting punishment for the hubris of the beautiful, “normal” people who disdain the imperfect and relegated her people to a life amongst their refuse. She considers most of those beyond her sphere to be fickle, vain, cowardly, and habitually dishonest. As self-conscious as she is about her appearance and background,  Any and all comments, no matter how innocent, can and will be taken by her as cruel snubs or mockery (which has resulted in numerous diplomatic ‘incidents’ wherein brownnosing diplomats were executed on the spot). She does, however, possess something of a weakness for sob stories, treating much more fairly with vagabonds and outcasts such as Silver’s pirates (though she considers the Silver himself a bully and a braggart). While she is physically incapacitated and paralyzed from the waist down, she still cuts an intimidating figure in her imposing support rig, which she has modified over the years to appear spider-like and bristling with cruel spikes and blades and spewing a thick, choking smog for purposes of intimidation. 

Land: The Dominion of Waste

In line with the Supreme Leader’s twisted revenge fantasy, all worlds within the sphere of the Dominion of Waste are modified to resemble the Trash Queen’s home planet. Once vibrant ecosystems are choked with mountains of trash, and lush forests are paved over into dull and mazelike labyrinths of concrete and steel. There is no trace of colour, light, or music to brighten the days of her subjects, for these are forbidden by punishment of excruciating torture. Streets are patrolled by roving bands of royal guard; handpicked for their mindless obedience and equipped with surprisingly effective weaponry and armour built from little more than scrap metal and wires. Because of the toxic environment the Supreme Leader intentionally cultivates, all her subjects are required by law to be fitted with a set of synthetic filtered lungs at birth which, by a nasty coincidence, come with the equally mandated emotional-inhibitor: a lifelong brain implant which suppresses the productions of hormones related to positive feelings. Resultant from this is the illegal and extremely dangerous trend of ‘tweaking’, or temporarily short circuiting the chip to allow a brief high of pent-up endorphins. Given the implant is located in the most vulnerable and important organ in the body and connected to the lungs as well, this often ends in hemorrhaging and extremely painful death.

The common subject has learned to keep a low profile, and between their required hours working in the Queen’s forges or hunting for useful scrap to pay their weekly tithe they have mastered the ability to move undetected by the Queen’s guard amongst the heaps of scrap, making the Dominion’s planets appear completely uninhabited to offworld visitors. 
The Supreme Leader has expertly created the perfect dystopia; a model for the singularly least livable society possible while maintaining the needed production to continue expanding her borders. Her subjects’ attitudes have come to match their oppressive surroundings, and little love or common kindness can proliferate amongst the wastes.
What does manage to shine through is quickly beaten to death with extreme prejudice. 

Rule: Turn You Into Trash Cans!

The Trash Queen has absolutely no intention of stopping her war on the known universe. Any and all foreign craft entering her territory is quickly blown to smithereens or else forced to land and boarded by planetside troops. Then blown to smithereens. The interlopers inside (if they manage to survive) are then subjected to the torture of being imprisoned in rigid metal skeletons, their bodies warped to serve as crude PUSH waste-disposal drones

Attempts at diplomatic contact are excluded to the borders of the empire, where exploration drones swarm as the Trash Queen’s countless eyes on the outside world. The Supreme Leader treats with outsiders reluctantly, but does understand that her Dominion yet lacks the strength to take on the entire galaxy on its own. Reluctant treaties are frequently made and broken with the Pirate Confederacy and the Galactic Federation, and over the years, the Supreme Leader has become adept at playing the two rival polities against each other to her own benefit.