Ben, detransformed and leaning on Gwen, grinned. “Nah. I just met the specs.”
Vilgax ignored him. He dragged Ben to a crystalline terminal. “Your Omnitrix. It contains the genetic codes of over a million species, including Alien X—a Celestialsapien.”
“I don’t need his body. I need his neural handshake .” Vilgax pressed Ben’s palm against a scanner. A holographic error appeared: ben 10 alien force vilgax attacks system requirements
“You want Alien X? He takes forever to vote on anything.”
Vilgax raised his sword. “One more strike, Tennyson. Then Primus falls.” Ben, detransformed and leaning on Gwen, grinned
Vilgax’s ship exploded in a chain of non-lethal but spectacularly embarrassing malfunctions, crashing into Primus’s moon.
“You think you’ve won?” Vilgax bellowed. He dragged Ben to a crystalline terminal
Ben closed his eyes. The Omnitrix dial glowed green.
“Vilgax,” Ben said flatly. “Still compensating for something?”
Vilgax’s crimson eyes narrowed. “Then we acquire one.”