A/N:

Spoiler: a new alien debuts in this chapter, I won't say which one since it happens pretty early on, but I wanted to say I'm using a different design for them. From a certain crossovers.

BlackArachnid17: Actually I've never had a beta so...haha? I don't know man. What part seemed off to you? We're there just a lot of typos that I missed?

Edited: 3/12/2020

(Sixth Doctor pointed out some errors for me, figured I'd correct them.)

Chapter 17:

June 21st, 2005, 08:00

It had been a quick goodbye to his old-new friend Tetrax and Ares, Ben was simply glad to have been able to move in from that little venture into the distorted realm. That is until he couldn't.

"Stop the RV!" Kevin barked upon waking up and realizing they were on the move.

Ben has thought it all so simple. He came back to reconcile, and as his first act back as being part of the group he moved through a different dimension simply to retrieve a wannabe hero who got blindsided by some prick with a fancy gun. So having gone in and rescued the boy from the fire—as it were—and returned back home he had come to the executive decision that it was all settled. But of course he'd given Kevin too much credit. The boy was eleven—technically older than him but not really—and he had spent so much time alone by now that of course he wasn't ready to play someone else's game just like that. Ben suspected he'd raise a fuss about it or that maybe the boy was harboring negative feelings toward him but he had to assume that they could work past it.

"Kevin? What's wrong?" Gwen asked, reaching her pale hand out to the boy who smacked it away.

"I said stop the RV!" He roared this time, static dancing over his skin and causing the Newly improved RV to rock side to side as the battery was fried.

The sudden lack of electrical power caused the machine to stall and forced grandpa Max to pull over to the side of the road—fortunately they'd have a pretty view of windmills while Kevin and Max fixed this.

Leaving pushed past Gwen—Ben has stood up and moved to confront the boy when he dared slap his concerned cousins hand away.

The dark haired youth rushed Ben, his hands taking fistfuls of the boys white shirt and with his frustration came harsh tugging and forceful shoves until they were against the door. The latch holding it closed creaked before snapping open and causing the two to fall out of the recreational vehicle. The tumble didn't last long and the second Ben felt his back smack against the densely packed dirt beside the road he stopped holding back and let himself be engulfed in the green glow of his favorite device.

Kevin was sent sailing through the air and rowing through grass as Four-arms stood to his full height.

Max and Gwen came rushing to the door, the fiery haired magic wielding girl was stupefied over why Kevin had suddenly become so hostile. But Max didn't waste a second in attempting to stop the fighting before someone—likely Kevin—got hurt.

"Boys stop!"

Kevin glared at the looming red skinned alien. His anger switching between Ben and Max. The current growing and expanding over his skin and condensing in his palm, the static chirping with repeated crackles as his narrowed gaze tried to focus on one single target.

Ben instinctively moved in front of his grandfather and gave the osmosian a hardy glare.

"What's this all about Kevin?"

The eleven year old couldn't stop his eyes from widening—he couldn't believe Ben was trying to either play this off or was so stupid or psychotic as to not understand why he would be angry about him murdering someone!

"Don't give me that! You killed Mars!"

Max and Gwen shared a look as they stared at the stoic red skinned aliens back. Waiting to hear his reply to that accusation—and as much as they wanted to believe it false...Ben had proved to be a tad ruthless against his enemies. Almost sadistically so.

"Yeah. I did," Four arms finally relented the information and took in the sour look on Kevin's face, "and what would you have had me do? Let us stay stuck in the Null Void?"

The static ball growing in Kevin's hand pulsed not unlike a frantic heart beat. His twitching brow a growing sign of his burning anger.

"I could've talked him out of it or I could have convinced him to come with—"

"Grow up Kevin!" Four arms snarled. Finally begging his walk forward toward the boy, "you knew him for a hand full of hours and your acting like I killed your puppy. It was his way or no way, I had to do it."

Kevin clenched his jaw as he felt his eyes sting from the strain of keeping them open and in the large alien.

"You're wrong! He wasn't a stupid puppy! He was a living person!"

"Wrong." Four arms cut in as he was starting to approach grappling range, the static ball in Kevin's hand now about the size of a bowling ball, he had to admit it made him slightly nervous, "He was a living planetoid. Trust me, I am one now, and he was never going to change his mind."

Finally Four arms stopped walking and reached out to grab Kevin—putting aside his worries of getting shocked. Either he would tank the attack and move on to calm Kevin down and return the status quo, or the boy would see reason and dissipate the attack himself.

Kevin's looked up as shadows masked his hate filled eyes, "No."

Seemed he was closer to home the first time around. Seeing as once the child gave his one syllable reply he'd let loose the attack. Letting go of an apparently super condensed static ball at close range meant a few things for four arms.

His whole body twitched as every nerve ending came alive as blue and white charges of static danced over his red flesh, the veins bulge around his face as he tossed back his head and screamed, all four hands twitching and trying to flail against his restraint as the charge ran through him. In reality it couldn't have been longer than some fifteen seconds, but for the tetramand it felt like a never ending hour of torture. He felt the device on his shoulder begin to vibrate and without any command of his the flash of green consumed him.

Kevin stepped back—even before the flash of Ben's device his own attack had him fearing for his safety and caused him to frantically retreat lest he get a taste of his own punishment.

Once the green light died away the three humanoids in the clearing stared at the smoking form of an ape like creature.

The new alien had the appearance of a thick, muscular sasquatch-like alien, with white, gray, and blue fur, along with a reddish-pink face with pointed eyebrows, and black eyes with yellow pupils.

The body was rectangular in shape—a very blocky or boxy shape, the arms and legs were a dark navy blue with silver colored rods sticking out of the limbs at certain points, the fur covered him from the tip of his head to his waist where it dangled down. It had a gradient effect to it where it went from white at the crown to a line of dark black fur to light grayish blue near the waist. On its shoulder was a gray and white band with black stripes at the top and bottom acting as a band for the omnitrix resting there. His golden eyes looked down at Kevin with an animalistic fury you'd see from a dog looking at its owner once it's been beaten one too many times.

The new alien of the omnitrix looked at Kevin and just as it was about to speak both where zapped off the face of the earth by a bright red beam.

Gwen looked to Max who was equally stupefied.

Outer Space, ?

Kevin felt as if his stomach had dropped down to hang out with his feet, the shakiness of his knees and the overall lack of any sense of direction, not even bringing up the sudden drop in temperature, left his immensely disorientated. His ears pop and he can finally hear the deafening cheer of the crowd surrounding him and the automated voice of an announcer, though only the tail end of it.

"—and our newest challenger comes to us all the way from a little backwater marble so far down the tech tree it might as well still be using sticks for tools, Earth!"

He put aside the diss and tried to focus on where he was only to be stunned as it started to sink in. A crowd. An announcer. Challenger?

He'd been abducted! He would have palmed his face but the sudden smack from a robotic limb into his back sent him sailing through the air until he crashed against the floor and into the back panel wall of his ring.

A pained moan escaped his lips and his open palms rested on the the cool metal floor, the hard rivets with an odd charge to them bumping his fingers providing him with a nice distraction from his bruised innards. He forced an eye to crack open to see the assailant, a tall six armed robot with a disc shaped head and a very narrow body stood at a distance from him.

It's upper body was composed of angular bits, with a blocky pyramid shaped torso and slender arms coming from six sockets on the said torso. The arms were essentially just polls with different attachments, the top paid had long dreaded blade, the second set had protruding prong that had a dangerous looking current of electricity going through them, and the final set appeared to be simple grabbers, three digits to each hand—six between both—and the the obit seemed quite ready to use all of them to maim poor Kevin.

And it was then that Kevin realized why the rivers in the floor had the odd charge, the robot moved to and from using a sphere like under body as its legs.

His devilish smile spread as he painfully moved his hand over two rivets, his pinky on one and thumb in the other. His hair moved to stand in end as he drew in the fresh charge, his eyes nearly glowing blue as he felt the fresh juice enter his system. His pain numbed to a distant memory, very much still there but it'd be a problem for future Kevin to worry about and he stood with one hand open and fingers stretched, a current of static running between each digit, and his other hand a simple closed fist.

The droids spherical leg and or legs began to spin as it quickly closed the gap between them.

Kevin would have triumphantly sung his own praise for his genius maneuver but first he had to make sure it worked. His open hand swung out in front of him in an arch and the all the energy in the floor switched, the robots lower body made an audible sputter before it came crashing to the floor with a scraping slide.

With a victorious smirk he extended his hand to it again and discharged his stored energy.

The electric spark danced across the air before consuming the droid, and after a minute of every bulb the machine had flashing uncontrollably it finally started smoking before it's back blew out signifying it was 'dead'.

Satisfied with his win and distracted from the fact that he had been abducted thanks to all the endorphins rushing through his system, he turned to the crowd so he could gloat and bask in their lukewarm praise.

Meanwhile in the adjacent ring, the newest transformation of a certain omnitrix wielder stood victorious over his opponent. He'd quickly taken stock of his changed surrounding—he also noted that they had been grabbed by an orbital tracking and retrieval beam, commonly used by plumbers and other advanced aliens to recover their own from battlefields and the like, though how it managed to lock into two random sentiments amongst the entire populace of Earth was something to think about later—and had noticed both the crowd at his back, the robotic fighter before him, and the massive squared off fights ring Rin he was in. Before he even had to do anything the robot had charged him, and once in reach all the Gimlinopithecus had to do was press its hand against the disc shaped head of the machine and let his lightning do all the work. Within half a second the robot was essentially finished, but being one to always practice caution the Gimlinopithecus tore off one of the robots own bladed arms and used it to spear the machines own head.

The crowd roared its approval at the brutal execution, and though the omnitrix wielder simply shrugged off the praise with a raised hand of acknowledgment before moving, keeping still with so little information to work off of could be his undoing. Just as he turned in the direction facing opposite the wall the announcer began his second speech.

"There you have it! Wasn't that a spectacular showing folks?! Well get ready for more, because next we have a battle royale!"

The omnitrix wielder would have groaned at that, but he was too busy turning around as he heard the wall to his back drop which likely meant another opponent, but instead of waiting for the robot to come at him this time he raised his hands, the static wafting off his fingers, the silver diode on the back of his hand changing the charge and prepping the shock blast, so just as he turned he launched the blast at the target, and instantly a decade of combat experience came to him and called him the biggest idiot in the galaxy, because he'd just broken one of the biggest rules. Never shoot blind!

Kevin was just as stunned to find out that there was another fight to be had—a royale at that—so when the wall began moving down and he turned to face what he assumed would either be robots or robot survivors like himself, he was very surprised to see Ben's newest alien shoring a lightning bolt at him!

His hands flew up so fast it astounded him, and as the bolt connected he took in all the charge, but the sheer amount and force of it sent him flying back with a fresh wave of nausea and a dizzy spell.

The omnitrix wielder hissed at his mistake but figured he'd have time to try and rectify it later. A bold assumption seeing as he had a nearly ten foot tall orange skinned alone charging at him with a heavy looking morning star with dull points.

The ape like aliens had no hesitation in regards to his own strength, but he did however lack farther in his endurance, so he quickly thought of all his available transformation and prepared to change...only to be shocked by the lack of compliance from his watch. He'd wasted all his time with this he realized as the mechanized arm slammed into his gut and sent him sailing, he must have looked so graceful as he spun through the air before landing with a muted thud and a very annoyed groan, and as if to mock him it was as his head bounced off the metal floor did a name for this new form come to mind. Shocking as it sounded.

Pushing up off the floor to the cheer of the crowd the omnitrix wielder knocked both fist together creating a loud static current between them, essentially giving his taxer punches.

His ape like body moved well on all fours and as he neared his opponent he waited just a second for the Detrovite to attack and create the biggest opening he'd ever seen, he reared one arm back and was just about to deliver a kidney punch to end all kidney punches, only for a blast of static force to send him stumbling away.

As the ape man found his footing again he looked toward the source of the blast and saw a very angry looking Kevin.

"You're not the only one who can throw a current Tennyson." Kevin said as he began walking toward Ben as menacingly as possible—which wasn't very considering he was barely a five foot, eleven-year-old with some mildly annoying powers.

"Not Tennyson—Shocksquatch, names are important."

Kevin very much did not care as he prepared for another attack, although his line of sight was blocked as the massive Vulcan with the cyborg arm loomed over him. His massive hand wrapped around Kevin's waist and had him hanging up off the ground.

"A punk with no honor in my arena…" Technorg growled as his grip grew ever tighter, ruining Kevin's concentration and dispelling his charged up form and eliciting a pained cry from the boy.

Before the large Vulcan could do much else a pair of hairy arms wrapped as much around his midsection as possible before he was suplexed.

Kevin fell from the Vulcans now lax grip into the expecting arm on Shocksquatch. The young osmosian had a deep dark bruise already forming around his torso, his head was clouded by many a pained thoughts, the last of which was why someone he'd been trying to beat up had just saved his life.

Shocksquatch looked down at the boy in his arm as he passed out. He'd made

Some distance while his opponent tried to pull himself free of the ground. Which let him get to the far wall of their ring and place Kevin down. Turning he looked indifferently at the orange skinned alien—he also hadn't missed that while he was suplexing said orange alien that his omnitrix had shown yellow for a brief moment. Meaning it was still functional so that was the bright side he was latching onto in all of this.

His metallic rods had a spark jump off of them and a second later his hair stood on end as he held a pulsing hand of electricity. Tearing his arm back like he was about to throw a sports ball he waited for the Vulcan to rise and expose his face slightly before finally launching the damn thing.

The sputtering the alien made was mildly comical but the clear indication of pain was easy enough to see, after about a second or two the shock faded and a smoking red skinned Technorg laid unconscious. Leaving Shocksquatch as the only remaining conscious opponent.

"Oh! What an upset folks—it seems our reigning champion Technorg has been out matched!"

The Gimlinopithecus, was beginning to grow very annoyed. Usually he loved sparring—or a good old round to blow off steam. But being forced to fight against his will? Against others that were likely forced to do much the same? Bah! He'd find the orchestrator of all this and beat their face in.

Speaking of orchestrator, Shocksquatch looked up to see the hover pad with one robbed multi-eyes flat headed alien upon it. And as he looked up at the expectant eyes of what he had assumed to be the ringmaster of all this he came to a conclusion, they likely expected him to finish off his two opponents. A quick look over his shoulder toward the far end of the Arena where Technorg had been fighting revealed the pulpy smashed into the floor remains of some insectoid alien.

With a glare he looked up at the ring leader once more and growled, "Fights over! I won!" He made both points abundantly clear for him.

The insectoid looking alien in fine dark off red robes waved a thin arm around and the crowd seemed slightly out off but still cheered for the spectacle, the announcer declared the end of this hours fighting and that there would be a short intermission. Shocksquatch got on last look at the odd looking aliens eye before the view was cut off by a dome closing off overhead.

With that settled he quickly moved over to Kevin to find the boy with a pained look on his unconscious face.

A scraping sound drew Shocksquatch's attention away from the boy and he saw four mods robots were now closing in on them with one smaller alien of blue skin and four round black eyes with stubby limbs in all white garb. The small extra terrestrial must have noticed the Omnitrix Wielder's disposition because he quickly raised both hands in the universal—mostly universal—sign for surrender.

Shocksquatch wanted to assume that this was a medic of some sort here to treat the winner meaning to extend that participants life so that he may then continue to be used in battles. The Gimlinopithecus scowled. He had no notion of ever being used as someone gladiator style entertainment and he sure wasn't going to play with the idea now. But his pride needed to be put aside while his friend was in a critical state. His limb extended and he lazily pointed at the human.

"Fix him."

The blue alien gulped and looked at one of the four robots, it's body hissed with the ejection of steam as it's joints disconnected and it turned itself from a six armed machine into a fancy looking gurney.

Another robot lifted technorg up and moved away with him leaving Shocksquatch and two robots and the small blue doctor.

Staring down at the tiny alien—he didn't want to assume it's gender—he patiently waited for the doctor to address him.

"And what if you? Any injuries to speak of?"

The Wielder of the Omnitrix closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders, wiggled his fingers and toes, and patted himself for a moment.

"Well enough, nothing some grub won't fix up eh."

With a roll of his neck the tall ape like alien was following behind the medic. He would have asked for a tour or maybe an explanation—but he wasn't in a misleading mood, he'd just start his escape once he was out in the halls.

But as luck would have it, just as he and his new guide with an unconscious Kevin in tow were on their way out, the door slammed shut, and an opening in the floor made itself wide so that a lense with a bright green eye and black mesh all along its length was visible.

"Quite the spectacle you put on...but not finishing up was a bit of let down. It might discourage my dear partings from betting on you and that would dearly dampen my profit."

The voice emitted from the mesh on the long serpentine tube. The green eye bearing down on the tall ape-like alien.

With a scoff Shocksquatch crossed his arms and looked intensely right back into the orb.

"I'm not some theater company to be paraded around and used to entertain."

The lens whirred as the mechanism zoomed in on him, he had no face to betray emotions but the captors interest was slowly being piqued. The blue skinned medic behind Shocksquatch was trying very hard to go unnoticed in all of this.

"So you say, that badge on your arm. Tell me, are you a plumber?"

If the Omnitrix Wielder was so good at hiding his emotions he would have been caught right then and there. But thankfully he was decent at making up lies on the fly when it suited him, usually.

"This thing?" He carelessly gestured with a head nod, "Just some trophy I kept from a chance encounter."

The machine remained silent for a long second before tilting slightly to look at Kevin laying motionless in a gurney. One could almost say the room grew a degree or two colder.

"And what of the boy? Is he too a trophy of some exploit? A slave perhaps?"

A growl escaped from the ape as he looked over the machine that spoke to him, small static discharging off his fur. Kevin was no slave. He was no trophy. He was a sentient who had helped both him and Gwen out so much once upon a time.

"The boy's property of anyone."

"For someone seemingly so practical you sure where quick to rush to his aid. Tell me, why?"

At this point all Shocksquatch wanted to do was change into one of his many forms and tear this ship apart and and this alien, or maybe just roar a massive bolt of lighting down upon his current aggressor. But seeing as he was up till now stuck in this form and an outburst like that would do no one any good he reigned himself in.

"I have a code. And I'll leave it at that."

Vague. Best leave it that way.

The machine moved up and down once more before beginning a slow retreat, "Very well. We shall treat the boy and for his sake, I hope you can conduct yourself in an orderly fashion."

Outer Space-Aboard: 09:17

Golden iris' resting atop black sclera. A pale pink face, and a body covered in fur. That was the warped inmate reflected back at him from the polished metal wall of the mess hall. He'd spent the entire break fiddling with the device strapped to his bicep, and giving other gladiators the stink eye when they accused him of being a plumber. It had been a trying test of his patience and he'd need only bare it until he could get his favorite toy working again. It was an odd experience, one he could vaguely recall happening earlier in his life—his previous one—but to have it occur now and like this was very odd.

He must have appeared very odd to the other aliens on board, because he could faintly hear them murmuring to each other about him, or he presumed he was the subject matter at least. But his little theory was confirmed when a firm grip landed on his shoulder, and in the reflection of the metal wall he saw a very sour face. Technorg. The very spite filled Vulcan that he had very deliberately not killed on the battleground earlier today-he had been very sure to hold off on lethal force unless necessary seeing as Kevin was already on his back regarding his actions as of late. Shocksquatch turned to face the alien ready to refute whatever insults the Bavarian had even though he was in no mood for it. That aside the orange skinned alien scolded at him for a moment, a long moment that had a short growl emitting from the scowling alien, before he finally stopped and took a knee before the Gimlinopithecus.

The Omnitrix bearer raised a sole eye ridge in thought before he assumed this to be some pledge or sign of loyalty. But he'd gotten in trouble over this type of thing before so he'd rather specify before he made any conclusion.

"What are you doing…?"

The Vulcan kept himself low and his head bowed and spoke calmly, "You spared my life in the arena. It is now yours to do with as you please."

A short, rough chuckle escaped from the through today the ape-esque alien, "Well then too bad for you I'm not in the habit of collecting slaves."

The Vulcan seemed put off and immensely confused—seeing as his head sprung up to stare in disbelief—the furry alien sitting before him had just rejected the opportunity to have the strongest life form on the vessel as his loyal lackey; it was insane to him.

"B-but! You can't just do that!"

"But I just did." Shocksquatch replies standing to his full height and walking past the alien toward one of the robotic sentries.

His pink palm rested on the robots shoulder and he delivered a mean look into the camera the machine had for eyes, "Take me to my companion."

The machine remained lifeless for a long moment before it turned in place and began its slow roll to the med bay.

The entire walk there was occupied by silence and long stretches of mostly empty corridors. Likely these were halls the fans would use in between shows. But whilst they walked the electric fur ball was far from idle, his spare hand had moved up to his preferred device and had been tapping, twisting, and tugging at the device the whole way, and finally as they reached the door there the familiar looking medical machines stood guard his body was consumed by a flash of vibrant green.

The machines turned, arms extended with long blades protruding from the wrist, their gaze shot over the head of the boy that stood in the place of the previous alien. Where once stood Shocksquatch was now a simple human child. Long brown hair, white and black shirt with dark green pants. When they finally spotted him the most noticeable feature was the wide smile on his face, even though he leaned against the wall slightly, his hand pressed against the cool metal for support. His head twitched and a green eye could be seen through the dark brown bang.

The wall opposite of him hissed as the panel slid down and a black tentacle with a camera for an eye came out to observe him.

"What trickery is this bow!?" The voice of their captor hissed the final word.

Running a hand through his brown locks Ben all to happily looked at the camera, "No trick, just me." He very calmly replied before swatting the camera away and walking past the idle machines and into Kevin's room.

The small blue alien was very surprised to see another human aboard the ship. He was even more dumbfounded when a green flash blinded him and in its place was a lean Necrofriggian, his body became transparent as from behind the machines moved to thrust their blades clean through his torso, but quick thinking was on his side as he had preemptively acted and now as the ice crawled duo the mechanical sentires arms and locked up there servís the cloaked being walked further into the room and gently picked up the small boy who groaned, having not been fully healed, only just barely treated in fact—it was mediocre job Big Chill thought as he huffed a chilling breath that encased the room and much of the hall outside in ice.

When the mist cleared the alien with the omnitrix looked at the ship's doctor and offered no remorse at seeing the small cretin frozen solid much like the machines just outside.

His calm wall betrayed him however, more and more machines came speeding into the hall to no avail. Seems whoever had made this ships defenses had done little to prevent his kind from walking freely. It took no more than a ten minute stroll to reach the escape pods, he'd memorized the universal position of Earth long ago, and after—carefully—placing Kevin on the bench in the pod he punched in the code and sent it away.

With that bit of precious cargo out of the way. His body became engulfed by the green glow and his lean and untouchable body was swapped out for the comparably massive and stocky body of Diamondhead. His left arm changed shape instantly to that of a blade and the other took on the form of many jagged points. No doubt by now his enthusiastic walk had been noticed by more than a few attendees who had surely fled, and that left only trapped gladiators and the ringmaster of this pathetic show.

The corridors began to move, a pathetic ploy to keep him from the man behind it all, the machines were of little concern. He could cut through them with the ease of cutting through air.

"Attention all gladiators. Whoever slays the form changing one will win the ultimate prize, their freedom!" The voice of the pathetic worm came over the loudspeaker and soon came the riff raff.

If the machines were pointless and little more than a bore, then they at least were the option that kept the halls clean and gore free. For one after the other gladiator came at him some with weapons others without, but none capable of so much as scratching his diamond hide.

He rounded what would be the last bend after climbing the final flight of stairs—having forgone the lift system—he saw the only face he could attach a name to in this infernal place.

"Move aside Technorg."

The Vulcan leveled his mace arm at the Tetrasapien, "You denied any right to command me before. Now I fight for my freedom."

The tall alien began its charge, the whole time Diamondhead remained perfectly still, even reverting his arms back to their grasping form. Still he remained as the charging alone grew nearer and nearer. He made not even the slightest flinch as Technorg raised his arms and moved to bring it down. No he moved now one inch. Instead, his body exploded outward in a mass of expanding jagged crystals that tore at Technorg. Like a tenderizing mallet punching though weak meat, the alien was no more and Diamondhead, now covered in the purple gore stepped atop the bloody mess to the sealed vault door that kept the orchestrator safe.

"Stop! Stop right there! If you enter this room I shall jettison all escape pods!"

The rock alien took three steps away from the door and just as the leader prepares to issue more commands the Tetrasapien spartan kicked the door inward. Sending the thick plate into a direct collision with him.

The force tore apart his console, and it continued to push him further until both slammed against the far back wall.

The machine man attempted to raise himself only to look up just in time to see the raised foot of his killer about to come down over his head. Which left him only enough time to issue two more commands.

And just like that he was gone. Ear asked from this life as easily as one would an ant or some similar insect.

Diamondhead dared not revert form just in case more tricks laid afoot, but he felt the sudden lurch of the ship. He looked back behind him and felt the glow wash over him as he changed into Ghostfreak, quickly he sunk into the floor and moved back to where the escape pods would have been, only to find them all deployed.

He would have asked what could possibly make this situation any worse. Only to find himself disconnected from the ship as everything around him changed axis, and walls shook. Though that was only mildly disconcerting. So without much more thought on the matter he phased through the walls...only to be stunned when he found himself staring at the vast red rocky and rocky deserts of Khoros.

June 21st, 2005, 10:44

Max and Gwen kept searching the field, a growing panic between the two. Just what had happened?!

"Gwen look out!" Called Max, causing Gwen to look around before spotting the incoming satellite, her powers acted of their own accord and sent her and her grandfather sailing back just as the pod crashed into the field.

Of the two of them, Max rose first and slowly approached the pod with years of developed caution.

The doors on it hissed for a moment before screeching open and revealing poor Kevin huffing as he clutched his ribs, and not a sign of Ben to be had.