“You want Alien X? He takes forever to vote on anything.”
Vilgax’s crimson eyes narrowed. “Then we acquire one.”
Ben Tennyson, now sixteen and wearing the black-and-green jacket of the Alien Force, struggled against energy cuffs. Gwen and Kevin were in adjacent cells.
Vilgax’s ship exploded in a chain of non-lethal but spectacularly embarrassing malfunctions, crashing into Primus’s moon. ben 10 alien force vilgax attacks system requirements
“Impossible,” Vilgax growled. “I have the codes.”
Ben, detransformed and leaning on Gwen, grinned. “Nah. I just met the specs.”
Ben spat blood. “You… know this is dumb, right?” “You want Alien X
The targeting rune flickered. Vilgax slammed his fist on the obsidian console of the Chimeran Hammer . “Status!”
Vilgax raised his sword. “One more strike, Tennyson. Then Primus falls.”
Upgrade.
Ben slammed the dial. Not Alien X. Not Humungousaur.
“You think you’ve won?” Vilgax bellowed.
Vilgax snarled and punched Ben across the room. The Omnitrix flashed red. Gwen and Kevin were in adjacent cells
“I don’t need his body. I need his neural handshake .” Vilgax pressed Ben’s palm against a scanner. A holographic error appeared:
“Vilgax,” Ben said flatly. “Still compensating for something?”