Some Like It Hot

[Lord Dominator]

Lord Dominator took a few seconds to process this information, and then straightened back up, folding her arms across her chest. "You think that anyone is going to be capable of experimenting on me?" She boomed, and then that great helmet of hers was flung backwards, coupled with an echoing laugh which reverberated across the area. 

She might be new, but quite clearly, this is a Prime who has little fear of falling victim to such an outrageous possibility. Her! Lord Dominator! Experimented upon? She's the one who does the experimenting, she's not going to wind up strapped to a table. She might not be the greatest in the galaxy any more, but she was confident enough that she could avoid that degree of humiliation.

"Alright then, pipsqueak, you've amused me. I'll give you a chance. Tell me more about this boss of yours, and why I should care that he wants to meet me."

Her visor flashed for a moment, a brilliant red spark, before she raised one finger in front of Ricky's face, wagging it back and forth.

"And here's a tip. 'Because he pays well for minions' is not a good reason. I, am not, a minion. I don't care what table-scraps he's giving you to be his errand boy."