Welcome to The Ultra 10 Chronicles: Volume 2: A Hero Earth Needs: Chapter 64! This is the second to last chapter in Volume 2. Like I've been saying for the last little bit, when Volume 2 is completed, I'll be taking a several-months long hiatus from writing the U10C. This is to focus on several side projects, as well as to brainstorm some more details for the coming chapters. I've got the major plot already written down from day one, but in writing, I tend to expand each story arc, as well as add a lot, so some time to brainstorm some of these I think will help keep the story entertaining!

I will post an epilogue, much like the one for Volume 1, which will have some additional information to keep all of you up to date on what I'm doing, as well as when I plan to resume writing the Ultra 10 Chronicles! Additionally, I have a facebook page titled "BrownTownGrayDay" that I will be using to keep you up to date as well, if you want to check it out!

Now for the chapter!

There are a number of trigger warnings for this chapter, including several instances of choice language, and some graphic descriptions of violence. The first instance is in the paragraph which reads, "Well you showed your true colors..." The second instance is in the paragraph which reads, "No, we won't, Kevin repeated..." This paragraph has two separate instances of choice language. The fourth instance is in the paragraph which reads, "Well I'll let you go..." And the last instance is in the paragraph following, the last one before the page break.

The soundtrack for this chapter is "In Time (We'll Be Dancing in the Streets)" byRobbie Robb. You can listen to it on youtube by going to youtube dot com/watch?v=LxDTeUXehCc. I liked it because obviously, it is a song about a better time yet to come, and I can imagine the professor Sarah meets jamming out to it in his scientist lab. (Haha!) Other than that, it is part of the soundtrack to one of my favorite 80's movies, which also has a lot to do with time travel, funny enough!

Enjoy the chapter!

The Ultra 10 Chronicles: Volume 2: A Hero Earth Needs

Chapter 64: The Professor

Hours later, onboard The Guardian

"Alright, I think that the coast is clear," Cooper said. "Morph hasn't seen any PLUMMERs for a while now."

"How do you control that suit again?" Kevin asked.

"I'm a technopath," Cooper explained. "Technology just kind of makes sense to me. Like I can talk to it or something."

"Right…" Kevin replied. "Nothing freaky about that."

"This coming from a guy that cam absorb electricity like a battery," Cooper shot back. "And you're calling me strange?"

"Fair point," Kevin relented. "So what now?"

"Well we've been trying to get some more areas of the ship up and running again," Cooper said. "It was pretty damaged when we took down Vilgax."

"And the PLUMMERs?" Kevin asked. "They just gave it to you guys?"

"Well they have their hands pretty full right now," Cooper said. "New leadership, Vilgax's invasion, not to mention how many of their agents died in all of the fighting. Knowing that I'm a technopath, it wasn't hard to get them to agree to let us hold onto the ship, at lest until they get their own bases covered."

"So you said that you were trying to get the ship up and running?" Kevin asked.

"Not the whole ship," Cooper relented. "That's way out of our ability for the moment. But enough to use it as a proper base. Maybe even as an Earth defense system."

"How far along are you on that?"

"Not far, unfortunately," Cooper replied. "We've got the hangar bay closest to the bridge working, and Ben and I came up with an AI program to keep it from falling out of the sky."

"I didn't take him to be a genius," Kevin commented.

"His alien forms help him out a lot," Cooper said. "Without them, I still would be struggling to understand how this technology functions…"

"So just those two rooms then?" Kevin asked.

"Several storage rooms were undamaged in the fighting," Cooper said. "And there's an entire half of the ship that we've not been able to turn back on yet. It seemed that there was a large explosion in the middle of the ship, which cut us off from that area. But nothing dangerous is there so far as we can tell."

"How's that?"

"I haven't sensed any tech that's on or even on standby over there, and the PLUMMERs ran a bio-scan over it shortly after we took control. So nothing's turned on, and nothing's alive over there," Cooper explained further. "Until we're ready to crack it open and see what's inside, it's basically a huge storage unit of alien tech."

"Gotcha," Kevin replied. "So… where's my room?"

"We'll keep you away from the reactor," Cooper said, standing up. "Figured that if you were serious about your power…"

"Thanks," Kevin replied.

"It's nothing much right now," Cooper continued. "Just a section of one of the storage bays, one that actually makes a pretty good bedroom, if I don't say so myself." He led Kevin into the storage bay and over towards his room.

"It's just about as far away from the reactor as you can get," Cooper said.

"I appreciate you guys letting me stay here," Kevin thanked him. "Can't say I'll be here long, but I really do appreciate it."

"Well you showed your colors today when shit hit the fan with Alex and the evil doubles," Cooper said.

"Not my true colors," Kevin replied. "I'm still not going to be a part of your little hero's club." Cooper smirked.

"We'll see about that."

"No, we won't," Kevin repeated with a bit more emphasis. "I'm serious. Just like I told Ben, this was a one time deal. Shit hit the fan, and I didn't want my city to go to hell. That's it."

"If you say so," Cooper said. "What happened to you anyway? Alex showed up, and then you just disappeared for a bit?"

"I uh…" Kevin sounded unsure of himself. "He caught me off guard. I needed some space."

"Not gonna lie, I thought that you were taking the chance to give us the slip," Cooper said. "Looked like you weren't going to come back."

"It did more than just cross my mind," Kevin said. "But I heard an explosion, and saw Sam take that concrete slab. And he looked like he was in trouble."

"So?" Cooper asked. "If it were before, you'd just have left him." Kevin nodded.

"That's what made me turn back to help him out," he said. "Because my past self wouldn't have done anything. Then I saw just how poorly you all were dealing with Alex, and I got an idea on how to take him out." Cooper smirked.

"What?" Kevin asked accusingly.

"I knew that you would fit into this team well."

"No," Kevin reiterated. "I didn't stand by to watch someone die. That's different than joining your club."

"Whatever man," Cooper said. "I'm glad that you chose come back anyhow. We were struggling with Alex right up to the end."

"Yeah, whatever," Cooper brushed it off.

"Okay, well I've still got a lot to work on," Cooper said, changing the topic slightly. "Morph is going to be back any moment. I'm be in the hangar bay if you need anything."

"What's in there?" Kevin asked.

"Nothing right now," Cooper answered. "Just a huge mess. But I think that I can probably fix up a couple of Vilgax's star-fighters to make getting here and back a lot easier."

"You seriously going to build yourself a spaceship from scraps?" Kevin asked sarcastically.

"It's not quite like that," Cooper said. "Most of what I need is already there in working condition. I just have to figure out a way to communicate with it, and then Frankenstein it together."

"Well I'll let you go 'Frankenstein that shit up' then," Kevin said jokingly. Cooper chuckled as he turned away.

"Frankenstein that shit up," he muttered to himself. "That's a good one…"

The next day, in Manchester, England

Sarah walked through the streets of the old English town looking for the address that had been on the communication drive. She'd just arrived a couple of hours ago in the city, and already she was experience a bit of a culture shock. Manchester was a clashing mix of old town and modern city, and it made finding the correct address a little bit more difficult. But, after some searching, circling back around, and then circling back around again, she spotted the small steel numbers fastened above the door to the little office building.

"Hmm, no doorbell," Sarah noticed. "Guess that he really doesn't like visitors after all." She walked up, pounded on the door and waited for a response. After a minute, she pounded on the door again, and waited for a response.

"Go away!" A muffled voice shouted out from inside the door. Sarah pounded on the door again.

"I said to go away!" The muffled voice shouted again, clearly more loudly and annoyed. Sarah pounded on the door again. An angry shout erupted from inside, before she heard some shuffling. Eventually the deadbolt on the door unlocked with a loud sliding noise, and the door was swung wide open.

The man standing in the doorway looked the way Sarah imagined any crazy or evil scientist would. He had jet black hair he kept combed back, and was still wearing a pair of green and black safety goggles over his eyes. Other than that, he was dressed like any other businessman would, with a white button-down shirt and a tie, as well as a vest. He also was wearing a white lab coat overtop of it all.

"I am TRYING to conduct an INCREDIBLY precise scientific calculation, if you don't mind!" The man shouted angrily. "And your incessant banging at my door isn't helping me concentrate in the least!" Sarah blinked, slightly confused and slightly out of surprise.

"A-are you-" She began.

"Yes, yes, I'm the professor you've been looking for," he said with a waive of his hand. "And you've come at a most inopportune time, not that you could have come at any better time."

"How?"

"Did I know that you'd be coming?" The professor finished. "I'm a quantum chrono-physicist! It's kind of what I specialize in! And, it is why you were here looking for me, isn't it?"

"Yeah, actually," Sarah stumbled. "Do you know why I needed your help?"

"Quantum chrono-physics is still a new field of science. I should know, I founded it," The odd man said, puffing out his chest slightly in pride. "But it can still be a bit rather imprecise with what I can project into the future."

"So you're saying no?" Sarah asked, genuinely confused.

"Not yet," he sighed, sounded dejected slightly. He reached up and removed his goggles, revealing piercing blue eyes. He just let the goggles hang around his neck, at the ready for his next project. "You can't really know the future for sure, it hasn't happened yet. Well, that is unless you're in the future, and you just so happen to be looking at a future which is, at present, in the past! But you can predict the future to a great degree of accuracy, or at least, that's how my theory goes. Every possible outcome has a correlated chance of happening. Something that's not at all likely to happen has a small probability of happening. But on the other hand, something that is much more likely to happen has a much larger probability of happening. It's simple really! You've just got to figure out what chain of events are in place, project it into the future to determine the possible outcomes, determine their likelihoods, and you've got a pretty good idea of what will happen!"

"Could I come inside?" Sarah asked.

"The odds of that happening are phenomenal," he answered, stepping aside to let Sarah enter. She stepped through the doorway into the small office building. The professor shut the door behind her and locked it with the deadbolt before he strode past her, back over towards a worktable he had which had a mess of papers and scientific instruments scattered overtop of it.

"So, what does my old friend Max need from me this time?" The odd man asked as he began gathering the papers on his worktable, and sorting them into equally confusing piles at seemingly random.

"You knew that he'd send me?" Sarah asked.

"Not you exactly," he replied. "But I knew that he'd be wanting my speciality to do something that was off of PLUMMER record, and that he would send someone he trusted to keep it secret, rather than raise suspicion by coming himself. That part was almost certain. But what I still am unsure of is what exactly he wants me to conduct the spectrograph for."

"He needs-" Sarah stopped herself realizing that the professor already had guessed that he wanted a spectrograph to be conducted. Shaking her head in bewilderment, she continued. "Onboard Vilgax's old ship. Recently we've been battling some kind of evil clones of Max, as well as the heroes known as Ultra 10 and Lucky Girl."

"He wants to see if I can't find what exactly happened to bring them into existence," the man finished. "To see what caused it, where they came from and how to send them back."

"Exactly," Sarah said.

"I'll need whatever footage you have of any events taking on place Vilgax's ship related to my investigation," the professor said. "Who was on there, what they were doing, when they were doing it, all of it. I need accurate information to accompany the spectrograph reading." Sarah cocked her head in visible confusion.

"You need all of that for the spectrograph reading?"

"The spectrograph is rather simple, you just need to have the right equipment," the man said, picking up all of the separate piles of papers and tossing them into the air. He watched them flutter to the ground before making note of something in a notebook that was still on the table. "But Max can run a spectrograph reading himself, even without the PLUMMERs knowing." He beckoned Sarah over to him. Cautiously she walked over to where he was and looked down at the scattered papers on the ground.

On each paper, he had printed a number starting with one. And the way they had scattered on the ground presented the numbers in order perfectly, going from left to right across the floor. He lifted the notebook up to show Sarah his notes, and she saw a diagram he'd drawn, that showed each paper lying exactly where they were on the floor.

"Giving me those additional details will help me do what I'm specialized at… predicting the future, and recreating the past." Sarah was astonished at this interesting man's ability.

"I'll get you everything I can find," she said. "When do you want to start?"

"I finished packing yesterday," he said. "I'll be ready an hour ago."

"You mean you were ready an hour ago?" Sarah corrected.

"Well, I concluded that yesterday," he answered. "Before I had even began packing. So it was correct when I saw it."

"Then let's go," Sarah said, somewhat bewildered. "Max lent me his Rustbucket, so we should be able to board Vilgax's ship without the PLUMMERs knowing."

"Oh, the Rustbucket! What a classic!"

"You've ridden in it before?" Sarah asked.

"Not quite yet," the professor responded. "But I know that it is going to be a classic for sure!"

"Whatever you say, ya kook," Sarah responded.

Have I told you about my other theories yet?" He asked as the two made their way down the streets of the city.

"No," Sarah replied quickly. "But I'm sure that they're something else!"

"Oh, you don't know the half of it!" He said excitedly. "You see, I've recently discovered a peculiar trait hidden within a common crystal formation! Quartz, to be specific!"

"So you're a geologist too?" Sarah asked, really not interested in the least.

"No, no, of course not!" He replied, completely missing her cue. "I'm a quantum chrono-physist! The only one in my field!"

"Oh, how could I have forgotten?" Sarah said sarcastically.

"Yes, well I was using radio waves to measure the passage of time, and test out some of my algorithms. And I noticed that my quartz-based pocket watch started acting funny! Upon closer examination, I realized that it was the quartz crystals that were reacting to the radio waves, which were osculating at the frequency I reached with my algorithms!"

"Let me guess, they changed colors or something like that?" Sarah asked as she spotted the Rustbucket parked in the parking lot she'd left it in.

"No, though that would have been a perplexing outcome for sure!" The professor replied cheerily. "They seemed to be vibrating at an osculation that should have been impossible for solid matter! So much so in fact, that they passed right through my wrist and landed on the floor, almost as though it had never been put into my watch to begin with! Some further analyzation showed that the phenomenon I had supposed was actually the case! They had traveled back in time to a point where they weren't actually put into my watch! And the carbon-dating proved it!"

"So you sent it back in time?" Sarah asked as she opened the driver-side door and got inside.

"Precisely!" He said proudly. "The next step is designing a way to actually utilize my discovery! Like a wormhole!"

"Fascinating," Sarah said as she put the keys in the ignition and cranked it. After a moment, the old engine roared to life. "I'm sure you'll tell me all about it, won't you?"

"I'd be delighted!" The man replied. "Though our trip's going to end long before I get done, so I'd better start before we take off."

"This guy's going to drive me absolutely crazy!" Sarah mumbled to herself.

Hours later

"Max, your friend and I are arriving into Bellwood space," Sarah spoke into the Rustbucket's radio. "Are you going to join us onboard the ship for the spectrograph?"

"I've just been given an assignment at Mount Rushmore," Max answered. "So I'm not going to be able to be there for that."

"You planned it all out this way, didn't you?" Sarah accused him. "To leave me to deal with him while you run off and keep your sanity."

"I'd be there if I could, but I can't raise too many suspicions, not to mention just abandoning an assignment," Max replied. "What, you tow didn't hit it off?"

"Hit it off?" Sarah complained. "He sounds like a complete nutcase!"

"He is a little odd, I'll give you that," Max said. "But he knows what he's talking about. And further, he's the only one that can do a spectrograph without the PLUMMERs knowing."

"You're going to owe me a big one after this," Sarah replied just as the professor came up front from the back of the Rustbucket. As sneakily as she could, Sarah turned off the radio.

"We're just about at the ship," Sarah answered.

"That's a lot larger of a ship then I had previously thought," the professor said.

"Do you have enough supplies for the spectrograph?" Sarah asked.

"Well I knew that it was going to be a lot bigger than I thought, so I packed more supplies before I packed what I thought I'd need!"

"Whatever you say, dude," Sarah replied. "I'm bringing the Rustbucket around to the front of the bridge. We can start there."

"Excellent!" Her passenger said. She pulled the Rustbucket up alongside the shattered window in the bridge where Max had fired his porta-cannon at Vilgax. Switching the old RV into autopilot, Sarah walked back with the professor towards the door on the side. When she opened it, a ramp extended to bridge the gap into the bridge.

"Ladies first," the scientist said cheerily, beckoning Sarah across the ramp. She attempted a smile before walking out across the metal bridge and into the Spirit Breaker's command deck. As she stepped off, her foot crunched on some shattered glass from the window. Hardly anyone had been in this room since the fight. For one, there wasn't really any need. Team Ultra had rigged up some sort of autopilot system from the central computer room, nullifying the need for the command bridge for now. And with the shattered window, it was drafty and cold in here when it was in low orbit, and possibly dangerous if it ever left low orbit.

"What happened in here?" Sarah asked out loud as she looked around the room.

"That is an excellent question, even if you're asking the wrong one," the professor said as he stepped across the ramp and into the room behind her. "It's not a matter of what so much as a matter of when. The question should be, when did this happen in here?"

"You make no sense," Sarah responded.

"I'm often accused of that," he replied. "Or will I often be accused of that? I guess that's a question for my future self… At any rate, what I meant is that if we can determine when this happened, we should be able to determine what happened, and from there our spectrograph reading should fill in the gaps. Were you able to get some of that footage that I asked for?"

"Yeah, Max sent it to the Rustbucket's storage, and I downloaded it into my suit," Sarah said. She raised her gauntlet and pressed a number of buttons, accessing her suit's memory. In a moment, a hologram flickered to life from her gauntlet; a miniature replica of the room. Off to the side of the room, they saw the Rustbucket lift into view, which also brought to life the actions that were happening inside the room.

A man entered the command bridge and raised up his gun to aim it at Vilgax. The monstrous alien muttered something that the recording couldn't quite make out. Vilgax picked up the man in one hand and threw him Appoplexian, sending the tiger-like alien and the man both to the ground. The Appoplexian shoved the man off of him and got ready to pounce on Vilgax.

"Take this, you alien filth!" Max shouted from on top of the Rustbucket. He was wielding a porta-cannon, which he fired immediately. The blast shattered through the window keeping Max outside of the command bridge, and burned its way towards Vilgax. Sarah took a moment to glance up at the professor, who was staring down with fixed attention at the small hologram.

Vilgax ducked his head, and the blast from the porta-cannon contacted the navigational computer that was immediately behind the squid-alien. The machine erupted like a volcano as the cannon shot made contact, and it all exploded with metal shrapnel being thrown through the room. Vilgax got the lion's share of the shrapnel, it tearing through his tough skin, and fire scorching him along with it.

The Appoplexian also was hit with a barrage of sharp, twisted shrapnel, slicing him up and splattering his blood all over the room. He fell to the ground, missing his intended target and being blasted from the shockwave. The tiger-alien began roaring in pain as his blood began to pool around him. A red flash of light transformed the alien back into a human teenager, still bleeding all over his body.

Vilgax struggled to get to his feet, but as soon as he did, he tore a large bit of shrapnel from his backside and threw it at the Rustbucket. The image blurred for a moment as the Rustbucket swerved to avoid the shrapnel.

"Woah," Max let out as he stumbled. The Rustbucket quickly righted itself, and the image became sharp again. When it did, they saw that Vilgax had rushed towards the door of the bridge, trying to get off quickly. Not too far away from Lucky Girl, a computer screen had been impaled with a metal shard, and it was starting to spark and fizzle.

"That's the FTL system!" Max shouted in a panic. "Get away!" But he spoke too late as the console blew up. But, rather than a fiery explosion like the navigational computer, it shot out an energy wave, like a pulse. It slammed into Lucky Girl, Max, Ultra 10 and the other man. But instead of a physical push, it just seemed to pass right through them.

The Rustbucket, on the other hand, was a different story. The controls popped as the Rustbucket lurched back and forth. The image went blurry as Max's suit was hit from the energy wave. Finally, the hologram began freaking out as the images jostled about, and finally collapsed, ending the hologram.

"That was the only recording that Max sent me," Sarah apologized as she looked up from her gauntlet at the professor. He was already surveying the room, noticing burn marks here and there, shrapnel imbedded into the wall over there, and a brown blood stain on the ground across the room.

"Agent Wheels, what kind of a reactor does the Rustbucket use?" He asked nonchalantly as he walked to the center of the room and began setting up the spectrographer.

"It's a miniaturized cold fusion reactor," she supplied. "It also has a Corrodium-pyrite backup reactor."

"There are few energy frequencies that would interact with those reactors enough to disrupt their functions," he noted.

"That's one reason that the PLUMMERs still use them," Sarah replied. "They're just about tamper-proof."

"But not quite impossible to disrupt," the professor said again. He stepped a couple of steps away from the spectrographer and waited for the complex instrument to finish it's reading. A minute or two later, the instrument beeped, signaling that it was finished with taking the reading. The professor walked back over to it and picked it up, examining the reading on the viewer screen.

"I think that you'll find this reading most interesting," he said, beckoning Sarah over to him. She obliged, stepping closer.

"What is it?" She asked, looking at the screen.

"Just about all of the energy signatures are normal here, except for this one here," he said, pointing at one of the smaller wavelengths.

"What is that?" Sarah asked, confused. She'd only ever seen one spectrograph reading before, and she still hadn't understood what it had meant.

"That right there is the chrono-synchronicity wavelength," he explained. "It can become off-put by a couple of waves when traveling at or above the speed of light."

"What?" Sarah asked, completely lost.

"How can I put this?" He asked himself. "When you travel at or above the speed of light, time slows down. Time passes slower for you going at that speed then it does for others traveling slower."

"Right, Einstein's theory of Relativity," Sarah filled in.

"Correct," he said. "However it only ever slows down, either more or less, by osculations. Either one or more osculations. That way, the timeline still matches."

"I guess that that makes sense," Sarah agreed. "What's so weird about this one?"

"It's off by less then one osculation," he said. "Which should be impossible. I've never seen it happen before, nor been able to make it happen."

"What does that mean?" Sarah asked.

"Well, admittedly my future self would know a lot more than my present one," he said. "But it seems to indicate a convergence with a timeline that doesn't match our own."

"So like this room is microseconds ahead of time then the rest of the universe?" Sarah asked. The professor shook his head vigorously.

"Not at all. That would simply mean that it would be advanced by several osculations. Not off by less then one," he said again. "It means that something happened in here that caused this area to interact with a place that had an altogether different timeline. Some might say, a different universe where events transpire at a different speed then our own."

"The multiverse?" Sarah asked.

"One of them, yes," the professor said. "And this one appears to be osculating at almost polar opposite to our own."

"What does that mean for us?" Sarah asked.

"There's only one theory that this would appear to support," the professor said looking at Sarah in the eyes. "It means that our troublesome doubles aren't in fact doubles, but alternate versions of our counterparts. And that they've come from a universe that is altogether different and distinct to our own. They could be the 'evil' counterparts to our universe's versions."

"Meaning that they are actual people with a history and a future," Sarah concluded.

"As real as our own," the professor said. "And they are going to be pissed off that they are in a world that is almost opposite to the one that they're used to."

"We've got to find a way to send them back to their own universe," Sarah blurted out. "Tell me that you know a way to send them back."

"This may be within my field of specialty," the professor confessed. "But my field isn't very big. I'm the only expert that there is. And frankly, this baffles my mind!"

"But you've gotta know a way we can send them back and fix the timeline!" Sarah shouted.

"Until literally a few seconds ago, I thought that it was impossible to shift the chrono-synchronicity wavelength by less then one osculation," he confessed. "To get the doubles within range of the chrono-synchronicity wavelength offset, and then to correct it is asking quite a bit, even from me!"

"It's possible," Sarah said. "That's how it was offset in the first place. So you'll just have to recreate whatever happened to offset the whatever-you-call-it wavelength-"

"Chrono-synchronicity wavelength," he corrected her.

"That… and do it again to correct it," Sarah finished. "You said that it was offset by like half an osculation?"

"I said that it was osculating polar opposite to our own," he corrected again. "But yeah, basically half an osculation."

"Then two of them would realign the timeline, and send them back, right?" Sarah asked.

"It would either do that, or cut them off permanently from their own timeline," he said. "In a matter of speaking, the wormhole they came through would be shut, and they'd either be on their side, or ours."

"Then we'd better learn a bit more about this multiverse," Sarah said. The professor nodded in an agreement.

"Because we've only got one shot at this."

A/N:

That's it for the chapter! What were your thoughts? Max is just about to discover his grandkids' secret hobby, the professor Sarah picked up from England is beginning to discover the Multiverse, and Kevin is in the Guardian hiding from the PLUMMERs while Alex and Newg are being sent to a PLUMMER prison, and Neb is on the loose. Kevin is struggling to overcome his past, and Gwen is beginning to fear loosing Ben to some dark part of himself. A lot is going to go down this next chapter, and I hope that you all will stick around for Volume 3: Storms Gathering! What are your critiques? Let me know in a review! Don't forget to favorite and follow!

Thanks for reading, and have a great day!

Review Responses:

Kingpizzathe3: Thanks for the chapter. Is the man Max is talking about Professor Paradox? If not well I have no other guesses.

Thanks for the review! If this chapter hasn't answered your question, then I don't really know what to tell you... (Yeah, it it Professor Paradox before he became the teleportin', time travelin', all-knowin' do-gooder that we know of in Alien Force.)

Ushindi: Amazing chapter! Max would definitely be surprised and shocked that his grandkids are Ultra 10 and Lucky Girl. It will take awhile for Kevin to adjust being apart of the team. Neb will be back with vengeance. I feel a little sorry about Newg, Neb betraying her... could that be the reason for why she's like this?

Thanks for the review, I'm so glad that you liked it! Yeah, it's going to take some time for Kevin to decide whether, or how often, he decides to work with Team Ultra. And Neb hasn't given up yet, so long as he can, he's going to try to kill Ben. As for Newg, she'd definitely pretty twisted. Despite saying that Neb's betrayed her "in the worst way imaginable," she's still undyingly loyal to him. A bit like Harley Quinn to the Joker, now that I think about it.

But how much of it is true, and how much of it is Newg simply trying to screw with Gwen? Is she telling Gwen the truth to protect her in her own twisted way, or is she telling her the truth to see Gwen's pain? Or perhaps she's simply lying to see Gwen doubt herself? A LOT of Newg's past is going to be revealed in The Ultra 10 Chronicles Spin-offs: Neb and Newg: The Heroes That Fell. This is Neb and Newg's origin story that I will be working on while on break from the U10C. Thanks for the review, and for reading!

yraj2004: Isn't Jetray faster than XLR8? As XLR8 can go upto like supersonic, but Jetray is like Light-speed. Also, who's that professor? Kai's Grandfather? Or Professor Paradox?

Thanks for the review, man! Yes, in the canon, I believe that Jetray is significantly faster than XLR8. However, I changed it because of a few factors... First, Jetray is a little overpowered, and overshadows XLR8, in my opinion. He is faster, plus he can fly and shoot lasers and survive in the vacuum of space. Why would Ben ever use XLR8 after unlocking Jetray? That is why I gave Accelerate a speed edge in my universe, to give Ben a reason to still consider using all of his alien forms, rather than only his "Newer and Stronger" forms. They all have advantages unique to themselves. Good job pointing that out, though.

Yeah, like I said above, it's Professor Paradox before he became the version of him that we come to know in Alien Force. Here, he didn't become the TimeWalker back in the 50's, but in conjunction with our story. Thanks for the review!