The Happy Traveler

[Lord Dominator]

Dominator's tunnel vision, thankfully, was not quite all-encompassing. As she got closer to the gate, and saw - by pure chance - the man she was supposed to be meeting walking towards it as well, she paused mid-stride. What were the chances of this? She had been expecting to have to fumble around the countryside for hours, maybe even days, before she found the place flying her own flag. Now it looked like she could cut out the middle man quite significantly and just hop straight to the annoying meeting part. Not that she had completely prejudged the possibilities, but it is fair to say that Ricky had failed to make a positive impression on her.

But hey, the kid had at least thought to show her a card with a picture of his boss on it. As it turned out, that was an incredibly useful thing to have done, because even across a distance she could recognise that silhouette.

The characteristic armour melted back around her with a thought, enclosing her legs before swirling up the rest of her, adding height, bulk, and a distinctly masculine silhouette. Seven and a half foot of menace - always the best way to make a first impression on people who considered themselves anything like your equals, in Lord Dominator's opinion at any rate.

"You there. Zimmer."

Dominator's voice boomed across the distance, and she moved to interpose herself between the gate and Wild Card, the fellow villain quite suddenly finding his way blocked by Lord Dominator's frame. Her voice, too - heavily modulated by the suit - was a deep thrum of reverberating strength.

"I am Lord Dominator. Your henchman, Ricky, wanted me to meet you. Let's make this quick, shall we?"

Her arms folded across her chest, and that bright green visor of hers raised deliberately enough that she could look directly down on the other villain.

"I am not a minion. I will not do your bidding. I am not going to let you look at my armour. I have no interest in starting a war and I very, very definitely will not be moving in with you, unless you can give me a mind-blowingly good reason why I should even begin to consider it. Was there anything else, or are we done?"

As she understood it, those were the main things that Ricky had called out as being reasons to meet his boss. If she could fulfil her obligation without needing to traipse for hours through what was - according to the few people she'd spoken to on the subject - some sort of jungle-planet wasteland full of pointy-eared freaks and ninja, she would be very happy to save herself the trip!