Disclaimer: I do not own Ben 10. Ben 10 is owned by Man of Action Studios and Cartoon Network. I only own Antonio and a few other OCs.
You'd think the future would be bright and cheerful place, where the human race has evolved with our advances of technology and engineering. Well that's was only a dead man's afterlife now. The year was 2018, five years ago the earth was overtaken by a vengeful warlord from another planet light years away. Thousands were either put into slavery or executed for treason against his will.
There are those, the fighters, the survivors, and the disobedient. We are Earth's last hope for a better future, we are the Plumbers and no we will not install plumbing to your home or plunge your toliet for you.
The leader of the Plumbers was a young, but wise for is age 26 year old man. The commander was a slim, but all muscle. Standing at 6' 5". His combat uniform was his old training outfit that had still fit him, how he doesnt know. The only difference was from then to now was that it now has tears from combat and its colour now stained with blood. His dark, shaggy hair tied off with his dark blue bandana. A small goatee on his chin, showing his age with its unkempt growth. For the past five years since his return to earth, he has fought off the warlord, daring not to say his name. The warlord has eyes and ears everywhere.
As of this moment, he and a small battalion of his men were fighting for their lives to bring a large shipment of rations and medicine back to there underground base and to those in need of it. While rescuing innocent people from the warlords droids from capture. The droids, they were mindless robots who would stop at nothing then to bring the commander in to the warlord himself on a silver platter. The group though they be few, were holding their own against the onslaught waves of droids.
"Commander, we cannot take much more. His forces are gaining upon us." One of the rebellion soldiers said as he blasted away a few droids.
"You cannot escape his power Tennyson, surrender and make your end a swift one!" A voice of a droid said as it echoed with each droid.
"We will hold our ground until Creator finishes constructing the vortex core, then we can put an end to this before it began." The Commander said.
"How can we, no matter how many we destroy. Two always seem to take their place. It's an endless wave of destruction." Another soldier said.
"Then we destroy as many as we can, then fall back through the tunnels. The Overlord's robotic drones cannot follow us there and his mutant labs were eviscerated so no hounds or golems." The commander said as he fired at the droids.
The rebellion commander alongside his rebellion soldiers fought for hours on end, with a casualty of a few soldiers, but no deaths for once. The Overlord loved to toy with the emotions of what he considered a "pathetic species". His lust for destruction knew no bounds and it mattered not for who he slain or what lives he ruined. The sheer thrill of death fueled his carnage that he brought to the planet and left no man, woman or child out of his path of fire.
He took the lives of many and scarred many both emotionally and physically to the point of death. When almost all hope seemed lost and the future stained by their blood was inevitable, a beacon of hope shined thru. The way to fix the future, was to go into the very past, it took them years to collect the necessary devices to construct a Galvanic Gateway. Usually this gateway would allow the operator to see into a foreseeable future or the past at a moments notice. If a gateway could allow one to see into the past, then there had to be a way to allow one to enter the past and only the past for short moments.
They were grateful that Creator had arrived, only he had the intelligence to create the Vortex Core: The very tool for time travel. It took almost five years, but now mere moments away Creator will be finished with the key to saving not only the future, but to send the right man to start the journey of the hero.
There was a signal sent to the commander. A signal from the creator.
"Alright men, Fall back and regroup back at base. Let us all pray that Creator has finished the core." The Commander said as he began to launch a series of EMP grenades.
Taking what they could, gathering their wounded, and their rescued citizens. They made a quick retreat through the underground tunnels that led them to their base.
