The Omni Wars


Chapter Nine: Old Faces

"Let me go!" Ben yelled. Somehow forced to human form and now captive to the Galvanic Mechomorphs, he yelled at them to release him. His arms were behind his back, and one of his captors had a hand melded with the Omnitrix to prevent its use. But the aliens were monotone, only obeying their 'master'.

He growled at the face of the evil one behind his cousin's capture. The Mechomorphs seemed to cower in this one's presence, and did as they were told. They lifted him off his feet and carried him out of the ship, into another one, controlled by a Mechomorph.

They threw him inside, and one of them followed him in. The other went back to the Diamond Aura, and pressed its hands against the controls, melding with the ship. Ben watched as it powered up and flew off.

"Hey!" Ben growled.

"You are a very special human indeed," the cold voice said through the speakers of the ship. "Pitiful, how the Omnitrix chose you, though. You cannot even use it to its fullest, and even those who had nothing to do with its creation know more about it than you."

Ben was strapped down in a chair in between two Mechomorphs who stood on either side of him, ready to catch him should he escape.

"What do you want?" Ben demanded.

"What do you expect?" the voice said. "Complete control…of Earth."

"Why Earth? There are probably thousands of other better worlds out there! Mess with them and not mine!"

"Ah, but Earth is the center of a very powerful energy source. Why do you think so many aliens hope to control it? But, now, it is the center of two very powerful energy sources." The voice paused. "And I now have one."


Gwen backed away as the lights grew stronger, revealing thousands of Galvanic Mechomorphs. They were all different colors—green, red, blue, orange, yellow, white, grey, pink, purple, and even multi-colored. They were all looking at her, unmoving.

Suddenly, one approached her. She watched it closely, but didn't move. It was one of the few multi-colored ones. It touched her cheek with one finger, then let out a beep.

All the others began beeping as well, then finally stopped all together.

"Who are you?" the rainbow one asked.

Gwen started. It could talk?

"Um… I'm G-Gwen," she answered.

"Error has taken a human this time," a pink Mechomorph said, its voice monotone, like all the rest.

"He has gone too far!" another chimed in.

"A female nonetheless!"

"Poor soul!"

"What do you mean 'error'?" Gwen questioned.

The Mechomorphs paused. "Error is error," the rainbow one said.

A red one stepped forward, pushing the other back gently. "Do you want to confuse the girl?" it asked. It turned to her. "I apologize. They know no other way to speak your tongue."

Gwen nodded. "How can you?"

"I am an advanced version," it said. "My name is Alpha."

"Um, nice to meet you?" Gwen asked, unsure of what to say.

"Likewise."

"So…" Gwen muttered. "Where are we?"

Alpha seemed to growl. "We are in the darkest regions of space, where few ever travel."

"And that is…"

"Within a black hole."


"So…" Ben said, glancing to the two aliens at his sides. "I take it you do this for a living?"

No answer.

"Does this job pay well?"

Nothing.

"You know, you guys' social abilities suck."

Still nothing.

Ben glared. "So…where are you taking me?"

"Somewhere where you won't try to interfere with my plans," the eerie voice said.

Suddenly, electricity coursed through Ben's body, causing him to scream in pain. His vision began to fade, but he saw something that looked like metal, floating in space…


"A black hole?" Gwen echoed. "How is that possible?"

"I am not sure how Error manages to create and control a black hole to contain us," Alpha said.

"Okay, so who—or what—is Error?" Gwen asked.

Alpha sighed. "Every programming, no matter how advanced, always has a defect or an error. The Galvanic Mechomorphs are computerized beings, but accidentally created by the Galvans. A virus was also created, and morphed into a single Galvanic Mechomorph we call Error."

"So why are you all trapped in here?"

There was a collective static-like sigh from all the aliens behind her. They all looked to their feet, and one said, "We've been trapped for a millennia."

"He is more powerful than us," another said.

"We had no choice."

"Obey."

"The history of our race was all but peaceful," Alpha said. "We were always being captured, enslaved, researched, dissected, and more. Until one day. A young, newly morphed Galvanic Mechomorph ventured to Galvan Prime, hoping to come up with a peaceful solution to aid our kind. His name was Anber. And the first Galvan he met was a young one…named Azmeth."

Gwen blinked.

"They became friends, and Azmeth used the technology adaptive of the Mechomorph race to create a manufacture-able living metal, one that could grow of its own will. It brought recognition to our people. It began to be used in most Galvanic machines, as well as others.

"Of course, soon, Anber and Azmeth became more secretive with their creations, and soon vanished altogether. No one searched, but they were remembered. Then Azmeth appeared with the prototype of his new creation—the Omnitrix."

Gwen's eyes widened. "But, wait, what does this have to do with…Error?"

"A specific Mechomorph was always created with a defect—or in this case, a improvement—in their circuitry. Since most Mechomorphs are invulnerable to computer viruses and normal mechanical defects, we have no ability to remove viruses from ourselves once we do get infected, which is rare. Anber, on the other had, had a powerful viral removal 'program' 'downloaded' on him, so to speak. Error found this out and destroyed Anber, his only threat, the last Mechomorph 'born'. But both Anber and Azmeth saw this coming. The Omnitrix was still being developed, but the basic DNA Absorption program worked perfectly."

Gwen finally understood.

"Anber's DNA is forever preserved in time—in the Omnitrix," Alpha finished. "So is Azmeth's."


Ben's eyes slowly opened. There was a hissing and a scuttling sound as he slowly sat up, lifting a hand to his head. "What happened?"

There were strange noises around him, and none of them sounded friendly. He looked around and shook his head to clear the blurriness…and he shrieked and scrambled to his feet. All around him, every inch of the floor, were aliens. All kinds of them, and though he had never really known them, he knew who they were and where he was.

"Incarcecon," he growled, gritting his teeth together. He had learned about it. Even for one with the Omnitrix, it was an impossible-to-escape prison.

Nearly impossible, he corrected himself with a determined grin. Because he was going to show them all what a human could do.

Suddenly, he was thrown against the wall by a rather large alien—a Tetramand with an eye patch, one he recognized from when Tetrax pinned it to the wall. It held him by the shirt against the wall as many others crowded around.

"Well, well, well," the Tetramand said. "The human decided to show his face here again. Here for revenge?"

The other aliens snickered, some holding bars and pipes they got from various parts of the jail out menacingly.


Again, writer's block SUCKS! Sorry for the wait, and I hope you all are still reading this! Please review!