Ben slammed the dial. Not Alien X. Not Humungousaur.
Ben, detransformed and leaning on Gwen, grinned. “Nah. I just met the specs.”
A terrified galvanic engineer stammered, “L-Lord Vilgax, the planetary defense grid of Primus is… rejecting our incursion.” ben 10 alien force vilgax attacks system requirements
“I don’t need his body. I need his neural handshake .” Vilgax pressed Ben’s palm against a scanner. A holographic error appeared:
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. Ben slammed the dial
“Impossible,” Vilgax growled. “I have the codes.”
Ben closed his eyes. The Omnitrix dial glowed green. Ben, detransformed and leaning on Gwen, grinned
Ben spat blood. “You… know this is dumb, right?”
The targeting rune flickered. Vilgax slammed his fist on the obsidian console of the Chimeran Hammer . “Status!”
“You think you’ve won?” Vilgax bellowed.
“Vilgax,” Ben said flatly. “Still compensating for something?”