A/N: This is the start of another long project. It's a chance to explore one of my favorite villains from the Ben 10 franchise and lay out some of my insane fan theories regarding my favorite of the alien species as well. This tale is also an effective translation of an alien language told through the viewpoint of a nonhuman who belongs to different culture, some of which some people might possibly find offensive.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the Ben 10 Franchise, Man of Action does, I'm only borrowing a few things for fun. Please don't sue.

Merrowww…

The Life and Death of Alvin Gregory Beverly-Levin

A Mid Hot Season Day

Deep green-black leaves with jagged edges. The plant was only a foot long from base to tip and growing at the base of deep blue-green everleafed tree. Ahh, I know I know this!

"Tongue-tingle?" I chanced. My yellow-eyed companion shook his head in the negative. Turning the book for me to view it as well the other pointed at an illustration on the leather parchment.

"Close but no catch, Al," The light olive skinned hatchling said playfully. "Its tongue-sting. It reads here that the leaves are good for curing ex—hau—st—ion, exhaustion." I should have known, tongue-tingle was green-grey not green-black. My companion grinned, teeth hidden, to show his pleasure at my frustration. My bright berry red eyes narrowed into a mock glare causing him to hur in joy. After a moment, I pushed up my spectacles and joined him.

We both stilled as soon as we felt hot breath bearing down our bare backs. Looking up our gazes met the lone mud colored stare of Lost Eye. The ancient she pulled the corners of her half muzzle-like mouth in the semblance of a smile, but her yellow fangs peaked trough giving her a rather fierce look. I gulped nervously as the elder Healer leaned forward to take a closer look at our find. I tried not to stare at the scarred empty socket were her eye's companion should have been as she did so.

"Very good hatchlings, it's nice to have young ones taking such an interest in the herbs." The white mane's voice was reedy and her breath stank of strong herbs and rotten flesh (eww, why did grown-ups eat that stuff?). Standing as straight as she could again, she nodded to herself and gripped her cane. "Raymond, would you mind collecting some of the larger leaves for me? And Alvin your dam is calling for you to help her with the chores."

I gave the elder a farewell and promised Ray that we'd meet again later.

Merrowww…..

My legs burned as I struggled to keep up with the group as we headed higher up the mountain. I huffed and puffed as I climbed, earning looks from some of the grownups who of course had no problems with the journey. A few of my fellow hatchlings gave me a sympathetic glance.

A hand brushed my side and gazed up to see my dam watching me. Her deep red eyes, the color of heart's blood, were soft in concern while the rest of her face deliberately blank. She leaned over and gestured me to climb on her back. Thankful for the opportunity to rest I nuzzled her soft cheek and hurred. I felt rather than saw the edge of her mouth twitch into a slight smile.

"Your hatchling is weak, Anna, I would be surprised if he survives the cold season." That comment came from my dam's elder sibling, Harley. I'm not sure why but he wasn't very fond of my even if we were kin. "He spends far too much time nuzzling up to the storytellers and Healers and not enough wrestling with his cresh mates to build strength."

"He's only half a year old for Hunts' sake! They are as well. There's more than enough time from now till First Frost to grow stronger." Some of the other hatchlings were getting rides from adults now. Her shoulders were tense in anger against my narrow chest. "Besides, what is wrong with knowing medicine or history? Every Person should know how their history and how to heal their comrades."

"None the less, all of The Clans are short members and we need all our clan mates, including our hatchlings, to work and help prepare for the next cold season." He gave us a look that I couldn't quite understand, but I knew it wasn't nice.

"We shouldn't need to have them working so young; our little ones should be playing and learning right now." My dam replied in a sad voice, the tension leaving her shoulders. "Besides it's only because the Emperor declared a Grand Annihi on those foolish Incursion amphibians that we need the help."

The older male only grunted in response before moving ahead leaving us behind. Unable to get exactly why my dam was so upset I nuzzled her and hurred, hoping she would cheer up.

No one spoke for the rest of the climb.

It was big, fuzzy, and smelly. The yellowed eyed beast bleated at me as my mother collected its—her mammary juices and her breath fogged up my spectacles. My job was to comb the thing's soft blue fur with a funny looking comb and to put the fluff that came out in a basket. It was fun and somewhat difficult as the creature was much taller than I was. I couldn't actually reach its top. There were a whole lot of them too in the meadow there were also hatchling ones.

"Dammy, what are these things again?" I asked as I wiped my spectacles clean on my trousers. She brushed back a few loose strands of her deep brown mane as she corked the gourd. Running a hand between the thing's purple shiny horns it bleated in what looked like content.

"This is a Chervon oove, a Great Mountain Sheep." She said proudly as she went over my work with steady long strokes with the comb-thing. "Our Tribe has been herding theirs for generations. They provide us with meat, mammary juice, and fur to make our clothes for cold season. We provide them protection, medicines, and we help groom their fur when they molt. So they don't have to move higher in the mountains during the best of the growing season."

After we finished with the she-sheep, another one came over and bleated at us.

Merrowww…..

We returned to camp a little more than a hand before sunset. The calm light blue-green sky was just beginning to yellow and the far moon was already rising. My feet ached as we dropped off the baskets and gourds for the Healers. I may have been hurting but I was proud that I managed to carry three big baskets full off sheep fluff and walked back all by myself. Well… all us hatchlings carried baskets since the gourds were way too heavy (trust me I tried) but I carried the most at once. Anyway, no one (Harley mainly) couldn't complain that I wasn't carrying my weight and therefore would make my dam look weak.

After being dismissed, I was very happy to leave my boots in the family wagon. Nighthoof whinnied at me as I came close to our den. I rubbed as high up on the great black beast's shoulder as I could reach, which wasn't very far since my head only barely came up to his shoulder. The Forest Horse licked my own dark mane to return the gesture.

I spotted Ray by my den and trotted over. We rubbed cheeks in greeting before we headed towards the Clan head's den to find out what the Hunters brought back. I hope that it was something nice and tasty.

….

Being tackled was not something I particularly enjoyed, it's one of the reasons I never really wrestled with the others. Especially with the shes, they like to bite hard.

"Greetings Ray, greetings Aggy." Edward said as she sat on my chest, her sharp nails digging into my chest. Her brown eyes glittered in triumph at something that she was certainly going to tell us about.

"Greetings Ed." The half-Tribe hatchling cheerfully chirped. I had the feeling that he was enjoying my plight. I gave as deep a growl as I could manage as I shoved her off of me.

"'Aggy' is not my name." I attempted to correct my half-kin. The statement was correct my Levin clan name was Alvin and my Beverly clan name was Gregory. However, only my dam and her kin called me the latter. It apparently was ignored since the dark haired she didn't even respond as she dragged us behind her.

"Do you know how awe inspiring I am?" The she preened as she puffed out her chest in pride. The scent of fresh blood filled my nostrils as she brought us to where the Hunters were skinning and prepping dinner with the Cooks. "I helped bring down a tusk-beak on my very first hunt."

"So," I grumbled. It wasn't because I was jealous in any way, I just didn't like the way she was boasting about it. "I hiked up the mountain for my first outing and groomed a Great Sheep."

"I gathered herbs all day." Ray added just because he didn't want to be left out of the not-a-contest.

"So when will dinner be served?"

Merrowww….

A/N: So, yeah, I know it starts kinda slow. I intend for things to get more exciting soon. Thanks for reading and please review.