Disclaimer: I don't own Ben 10, or any of these characters, this is just me writing at 3 AM.
Please Note:
Story will include Human (Or alien I guess) trafficking, Kidnapping, and slave owning.
This story will also include Fistrick/Rook and hinted Ben/Rook.
"...You are aware you wrote that wrong, right buddy?" Argit glanced up from the order paper, the rodent-like alien sitting up in his faux leather office chair and peering up at his customer. "Did not."
"Uh, did too. Besides, we can't get a Revonglovian bagworm for another century. Might be able to find some knock-offs though."
His customer slammed his fist on the office table, making Argit yelp and jump slightly. "I didn't ask for a Revonglovian Bagworm, bro."
Argit grumbled and smoothed his spikes back. "Oh yeah? So what's this you wanted? I kinda assumed that you don't mean a-"
"Thats exactly what I mean, bro." Argit forked an eyebrow up at him.
"Oh, I see, your into those trading rings, huh?"
"Nope. More like tryin' to show off my sweet bling with a new pet." The man crossed his arms and smirked. "Right, I get it. But ya see pal, those are a pretty secluded species. Ain't that many here on earth. So either you pay extra for us to go off world, or you make do with the only fuzzball on earth," Argit leaned back in his chair. "And that'll be costly."
"Whats the point of showing off your bling if ya' don't spend a few bil?" The customer reached into his pocket and yanked out a reletively large bag, plopping it down in front of Argit. The rodent snagged it and pulled it open, revealing roughly 54 large shards of Taydenite. Argit's eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he scooped the bag up into his arms. "Theres more where that came from. So the question is, are you in?"
"In it as I'll ever be but uh...Pal, you know how guarded he is, right? He's got Ben Tennyson, sometimes plumbers, most of the time Benny's cousin and Kevin Levin, I mean that guys loaded!"
"I can cover any damages your fine place of business takes, Bro. And trust me, I know exactly what you mean. I've been around the block with those two a few times before." Argit rubbed his chin before nodding and writing on the bottom of the order paper, clearing it. "And uh, what name should I put down?" His customer smirked and leaned over, showing off his facial tattoo.
"Call me Fistrick, bro."