In a corridor, with an all manner of bits and peices of technology, pipes, wiring sprouting from the walls, a glowing blue portal, appears.
Two figures, step out of it.
One looked old--don't ask his age, even he doesn't know the specifics.
If you were to ask him however, he would simply say, "old enough to use a cane."
He had a white coat, with golden trim, leather pouches, a black turtle neck, and a white ruff, on top of which he had a pair of googles with green lenses, he wore black trousers, with kneepads and leather boots(Oxford, not Brouge).
He looked strangely at home here. Of course that wasn't all that was weird about him.
He looked to have a metal gauntlet, because of course he would.
The younger one beside him wasted no time, running to the red tinted windows, and pressing his face upon the glass.
He wore an off white zip up hoodie, the number ten on the left side. With it, he wore dark brown cargo pants, and green sneaks.
"Whoa, are we in space?!" The boy said. Although, he would not agree, that is what he was(16) to every other alien race.
The man beside him quickly pushed him to a sizeable gap in the walkway, big enough to hide in--in fact, that was what they did.
A large hulking being so alien, but so familiar. He had tentacles underlining his chin as they splayed out like a great beard.
He wore a sort of armor, clicking and clanging. Like a lovecraftean beast, his red eyes glinting with supressed frustration.
The boy peeked out from their hiding place, letting out a releived sigh--startling the beast in the process.
The lovecraftean horror turned around, however an alarm had sounded along with a distorted, robotic voice that announced "Master Vilgax, their propulsion systems have been destroyed."
A beat.
The beast--Vilgax-- turned back around. Bounding forward once more.
"I'm kinda new at this but...Did we just escape from Vilgax to hide out in his space ship?!" The brunette said, as he peered out the nook they had hidden in.
The man beside him let himself an amiused sort of smirk, "we are now near the beginning of the Ben Prime Timeline." He explained, as ben turned to him. "The trunk from the Ben Tennyson tree in which all other Ben realities diverge.
They followed in Vilgax's wake, and hid behind a cavernous opening, peering from the edge.
"You must reboot this time stream." the man announced. As they quickly hid behind the doorway, beeps and clicks spilling out from the hall.
"And the reboot button is around here?" The brunette boy asked indignantly.
The aged man looked dissapointed, "the trans-dimensional heirarchy has been rewritten. There are no push buttons! Only cause and effect. "He announced severely.
"So... we need to..." The boy turned his head forward, narrowing his eyes with the effort of coming up with something smart-sounding.
The man sighed, "Make sure Ben Prime, discovers the Omnitrix as he should."
"And... where is the Omnitrix?" The boy raised his arms, completely discombobulated.
The man pointed towards a screen, as a white ship exploded in red smoke.
"All right, time to take this thing out for a test drive" He raised an arm as he straightened up, pressing the dial on the Omnitrix. "Vilgax is gonna wish he was never born! Or, hatched or--whatever" He slammed down a hand, and in a flash of green light, A small amphibian creature stood in the boy's place.
"All right, let's go kick a few butts!" The frog - like being announced, his voice nasally.
"Actually, most of the Galvan species are known to be technological geniuses." Said the man, as he leaned down and analysed the frog-like creature--or Galvan--whatever.
"Oh, well then. Let's outthink a few butts!" The Galvan announced, as he rushed through a small circular opening.
The creature was beheld to the sight of red wires, crisscrossing each other in organized chaos.
The tiny being clambered up to a red sphere and started to rewire it muttering to himself, "I sure hope I know what I'm doing."
The Galvan quickly hopped out of the metal entrance, and rushed towards the entrance once more.
He concealed himself behind the doorway as another green flash engulfed him.
The boy stood in his own place again.
"Master, our sheilds have failed, we are defenseless." A tinny voice announced.
"What? That's Impossible!" Vilgax roared.
A tremor rocked the craft, as Vilgax was knocked back and green tinted smoke flew through a sizeable gap that had sprung from the green plasma.
He was heavily injured, limbs and digits completely disintegrated.
The robot activated another blast and the white ship exploded, as it jettisoned a pod.
"Not to worry," the man said, briskly. "That pod contains the Omnitrix but it's trajectory is off, it will not land near Ben Prime unless something is done to change it's course." The man announced severely.
"Any suggestions?" The boy asked, giving the man a sidealong glance.
They rushed towards another hallway, and the boy, activated the Omnitrix once more. This time he transformed into a spherical being, rolling up in what could be likened to a pillbug or armadillo's shell.
The being was launched out as the boy exclaimed, "I'm gonna hurl!" It was long and drawn out. However, his spin and speed far exceeded what it need to be--so, he as he hit the Omnitrix' pod, it's shell slammed against the watch face and hitting it forward, west.
The aged man's eyes widened as he adjusted his ruff, and the boy, appeared behind him, stumbling.
"Wha--?" The boy started, startled.
"Come on! No time for dilly dally! Try once more." He turned to the brunette. "You need to hit with less force."
As the boy tried again, The man--known to some as the Timewalker--smiled in amusement. It appeared, 'Omni' had finally worked it's way to fruition.