You start to reach for the most recent marshmallow that your cousin had thrown at you, before pausing. You hear something, a deep heavy thrumming sound that seems to almost vibrate in your chest. From the way Gwen stops as well, it's clear that she's heard it as well.
Almost as one, the two of you turn towards the fire flung shadows that are splayed out across the trees. For a moment, all is silent and still.
Then, with an explosive burst of shattered wood and scattered leaves, something comes barreling out through the treetops.
It was a strange hovering disk that was bigger around than your dinner table back at home. It hovered there for a long moment, before slowly with an ominous hiss and a heavy clicking sound, it began to open.
As the bottom of the machine lowered, another piece rose out of the top, revealing a number of ruby red lenses as the machine slowly started to spin in place. It almost looked like it was... looking for something.
You feel a heavy weight settle in your stomach as you start to think that you might have an idea what it's looking for. An opinion that gains a lot of weight when the machine's ruby-colored lens turns to face you - and the machine stops dead.
"Uhh... Ben..." Gwen starts to say quietly, though when you glance to look at your cousin it's clear that her eyes are still locked on the machine in front of you both. "I've never seen anything on earth like that." She continues, and you wished to hell and back that she didn't.
Because if she's right, and this isn't like anything on earth. Then that means it's not from earth. As in, it's from space. The same space that the watch came from. You can only hope that the strange disk is not hostile.
As if specifically to mock your thoughts, six mechanical arms slide out from the inside of the machine, each with a wicked sharp claw at the end. This doesn't look like the kind of thing that would be coming in peace.
The disk twisted about, bringing the largest of its claws to bear down on you. The claw opened, allowing you to see the red... thing at the center of it, which hummed as it grew brighter. You dove, barely getting out of the way as a lance of shimmering crimson ripped through the air, and slammed into the ground.
Already you were on the move. There had to be something that you could do- Something to stop this thing from rampaging. From destroying the camp, or hurting the RV. Or hurting your cousin.
Unfortunately, you were keeping your eyes on the machine, and not on your surroundings, so the only warning you get is a quick "BEN!" From your cousin before you slam sidelong into a tree. With a choked gasp, you slide down to one knee from the pain. Wheezing, you push yourself back up. You've got to move otherwise that thing is going to-
It's too late. You simply know that there is no way that you can dodge.
Gwen Screams.
The Machine's weapon thrums.
Your blood sings.
Energy like liquid lightning runs through your mind as a hand snaps out, fingers clawing into the air as you draw back. Then, faster than the mind can follow, strange energy billows outwards, and between one moment and the next, you are riding a wave of brightly glowing darkness.
With a snap, time suddenly returns to moving at normal speeds, even as you find yourself nearly twenty feet into the air. With an ease and grace that you never expected from yourself, you flip once, landing almost daintily on the lip of the machine. Two steps bring you to the center of the robot, and you grab at the top... bit. You don't know what to call it - the head of the machine. Whatever it is. For a moment you heave and pull, but you quickly find yourself rolling to one side as a pincer snaps at where your head had been.
You aren't strong enough to rip through metal with your bare hands... But just a moment ago you had been strong enough (or something) to leap twenty feet into the air. There had to be a way to...
Oh.
Duh.
Of course.
It was just like you had been thinking before, but the pieces have finally snapped together. You just had to do what came naturally. Not by trying, but just by... being.
You clench a fist, allowing those same bright shadows to swirl about your hand before you slam your fist down onto the machine's head, before grabbing one side with both hands, and giving a mighty wrench and ripping the head free from it's bearings.
The head is heavier than you expected, especially as you hear the strange bleeting alarm that you had last heard when you wer ethe fiery guy. You stumble back, over the edge of the machine, even as it too teeters, before dropping.
Instinctively you turn, rolling in the air so that you were facing the ground, before lashing out with both hands and sending forth a wave of energy towards the ground. Equally, however, the force that you had pushed out away pushed on you, slowing your fall for a moment.
There was a twin pair of crashes as the machine's head slams into the ground before it's body meets the same fate.
You hit the ground hard, but not as hard as you might have, and roll twice before the alarm blares it's last and it's now you rolling across the ground instead of the alien form that you had just been. Giving a soft moan of pain, you slowly push yourself up to your elbows. Breathing painfully, you take a moment to hear the explosion of the machine, before trying to push yourself all the way up to your feet. You'd done it, defeated the machine that came for your watch...
You don't manage to get to your feet, instead simply rolling over into a sitting position. A position that showed you something that you did not want to see.
There was a second one of the machines. But even as it's laser equipped claw started to rise, you heard a familiar sounding voice give out a battle cry. A shovel came swinging into your line of sight, the bladed edge of the spade biting into the ruby lens of the machine. "Back off!" Gwen snarled out, swinging the shovel a second time just to make sure that the thing was dead. "No stupid flying tree trimmer is going to hurt MY cousin."
Offering a hand, Gwen helps you back to your feet, with perfect timing, as the machine starts to spark, then burst into flame. Turning to run from the thing, you realize that the two of you had moved a little ways into the forest. You could still see the campground, but thankfully neither machine was close to the RV. Rushing back to the camp, you hear the machine behind you explode, which set off the other machine, making it explode as well.
The two of you collapse by the campfire, just taking the moment to breath. That had been terrifying. It's barely been a few seconds before you hear a familiar, and very welcome voice. "What was that?"
"Grandpa Max!" Gwen says happily, pushing herself back to her feet. "Thank god you're here." She cries out, running to give your grandfather a hug. "There were this huge robotic machine that came flying into the camp... It attacked when it saw the watch's symbol."
Grandpa Max sighs, shaking his head. "That's what I was afraid of. Come on kids." He steps up into the RV, and waves the both of you after him. With a groan, you roll over and stumble back to your feet, before heading into the camper.
With a slightly pained gasp, you slide into one of the tableside booths.
"I had a feeling that you might get popular thanks to that thing on your wrist." Your Grandfather continues, as you slowly roll your shoulder. "There is a reason why I asked you not to mess with it."
"I don't think it mattered that he transformed into a new alien, Grandpa Max." Gwen points out, and recieving only a raised eyebrow in return. Dang it Gwen, there was no reason to mention that! "The robot was looking for the watch, and it looked almost ready to leave before it saw Ben. It probably would have attacked no matter what."
You scratch at the back of your neck, a bit of a wry smile on your face. "But hey! I figured out how to make it work!" You say with a smile. Almost as if it had been waiting for that exact sentence, the watch gives a pair of affirmative beeps as the twin arrows on the red face meet. The two spring apart, and the outer wheel spins and the face turns from red back to it's normal green. Holding your arm out you point to the activation button. "See, there's this button here. When you press it, the out ring pops out, and then you twist-" You do so, sliding through the ten images that appeared one by one on the watches face. "- until you find the guy that you wanna be. Then Slam it down, and blammo! You get transformed into one of ten super cool alien dudes!" You explain with a grin.
"What about staying one of those cool alien guys for good instead of turning back into plain old boring pizza face?" Gwen asked, crossing her arms.
"...I'm still working on that part." You deflect, looking away from your super irritating cousin. Though... Maybe she's not totally lame. She did save you from one of those machines. So she's only like, 95% lame.
Grandpa Max was staring at you, an odd look in his eyes. "With something as powerful as that watch clamped down on you, it would probably be for the best that we help you learn... and fast."
No way. There was no way that Grandpa Max was suggesting what you think he was suggesting. But the way that Gwen was looking at him made it seem that she was thinking the same thing that you were thinking.
"You sure Grandpa?" Gwen asked,
"Alright!" You cheer!
But before anything further can happen, you hear a crackle as the radio sitting on the dashboard of the RV comes alive. "Mayday! Mayday! If there's anyone out there, please help! We're under attack by some sort of... I know it sounds crazy! But there's a giant robot!"
Your head snaps up, and you wince a little, but that's not important right now. "That sounds like the things that just attacked us!" But that means... "Those things were looking for the watch! Those people are in trouble because of me!" You look to your grandfather. "I've got to do something. I've got to help them!"
"And what are you going to do to help, Ben?" Gwen argues, leaning across the table. You glance down at the watch, before smiling.
"I've got ten different answers for you!" you retort, pointing at the watch. Grandpa Max doesn't exactly look happy at the statement, but after taking a deep breath he nods.
"Come on then."
Having put out the fire, the three of you rush to the campground that had sent out the distress call. Cresting the top of the closest hill, the three of you pause.
Taking a slow, deep breath, you thumb the activator of the watch...
You've got Ten choices.
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[ ][Transform] Blue Guy
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Alright, just one more update to go in 'And then there were Ten' after which I can put a little more into seeding my new hooks for the new arcs and episodes that I have planned as well as start really diverging from the source for those episodes that I still use.
However, there is one thing that still needs to be done. Something that I have completely failed to figure out how to weave into the story itself.
Well, technically 10, but we're only doing two of them right now.
What is the name that you want to give to the Fiery Guy?
[ ][Fiery] Heatblast [ ][Fiery] Charcoal Man For the love of GOD. No. You have better taste than Ben 23.
[ ][Fiery] Something else
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What is the name that you want to give to the blue guy?
[ ][Blue] Something that is not as stupid as what Ben 23 would name it.
No, the fourth is Pesky Dust(which, honestly, I'm really happy we got. For no reason other than Pesky Dust is adorable really, but still, glad), the third one I don't know. However, 3 and 6 are both so distinctive and I fucking swear I remember them, so I'm going to try and figure out what they are.
Also,
[X][Fiery] Heatblast
No reason why we wouldn't keep the name. Also guys, remember, we have to figure out what to name our Asari form as well, and so far Ben doesn't know that it's a girl(well, I'd assume it is anyway)
No, the fourth is Pesky Dust(which, honestly, I'm really happy we got. For no reason other than Pesky Dust is adorable really, but still, glad), the third one I don't know. However, 3 and 6 are both so distinctive and I fucking swear I remember them, so I'm going to try and figure out what they are.
I suspect 6 might be Jeff. But probably not. 3 bugs me because I swear I know those weird claws.
[X][Transform] Alien 8
Because why not shapeshift into an Alien whose main powers/ability/technology is shapeshifting? And if the toyline is to be believed, palm missiles.
[X][Transform]Alien 7
My first instinct is to go for Heatblast because it's the safest option to me but if I'm going to keep this whole trying to make Ben act like a kid thing then it's probably better I go for the alien with the most wtf design and I'm really really curious what alien 3 and 7 is since I swear i've Seen them somewhere before and I know there not Ben 10 aliens.
[X][Fiery] Heatblast
If it ain't broke, don't fix it
Besides we got a bunch of other aliens to name.
If it is it would very much be a re-imagining of his design.
I'm still trying to look up what that and 3 might be. They look like they're from cartoons, or at least the image used is drawn in such a way, but the Andalite and the one with the cybernetic arm/weapon seem to be realistic, so it means that these are likely rendered the way they are in the source material.
Also, guys, you're forgetting to vote on a name for the Asari form. I'm not voting on one because I just can't think up a good name. That and I'm also kinda stuck on trying to figure out at least what 3 and 6 are before voting.
I will say that for those who are wondering about Alien 3 and thinking that they have seen it before...
The pose I found was a really bad one that doesn't work well for a silhouette. There are parts of the alien that cross over each other and screw with the appearance. I am working on finding a better picture, but yeah...
The first thing my mind jumped to for 3 was the Creepers from Code Lyoko, and, yeah their general physique is really similar, but their limbs are just all wrong.
I will say that for those who are wondering about Alien 3 and thinking that they have seen it before...
The pose I found was a really bad one that doesn't work well for a silhouette. There are parts of the alien that cross over each other and screw with the appearance. I am working on finding a better picture, but yeah...
Honestly, by the time you find one I'll probably be so deep into trying to figure out what it is that I won't be able to properly recognize it anymore for what it reminded me of.
Well it would certainly be ironic once(or if) we learned we were a girl.
Also uh... you wouldn't be willing to give any hints, would ya GM? It's driving me up the wall being able to figure out who those two are. The memory of both of them is so vaguely clear and that doesn't even make sense bu that's what it is!
I'm starting to be convinced my familiarity with 6 is just because it's so much of a generic 'insectoid monster' shape that the whole lot of them just melded together into one memory in my head when I saw it.
It's driving me up the wall being able to figure out who those two are. The memory of both of them is so vaguely clear and that doesn't even make sense bu that's what it is!
On the one hand, the Movie Allspark was discovered in 1920. On the other, neither Onyx Prime nor G1 Shockwave had anything to do with that. So that's probably out.
I just wanted a purple cyclopian psychopath cosplaying a divine mecha-centaur with wings. Is that so much to ask?