As Ben slammed his palm onto the Omnitrix, a surge of energy coursed through his body, starting from his wrist and spreading outward like wildfire. His skin tingled and prickled, a sensation somewhere between static electricity and pins-and-needles, as his human form dissolved into something primal.
His sight faded into darkness, replaced by an overwhelming flood of other sensations—smells sharper than a blade, sounds layered and impossibly vivid. His limbs stretched and thickened, fingers elongating into razor-sharp claws, while his face pushed forward, fangs erupting with a dull ache as his mouth extended into a feral snout.
The change was visceral—muscles rippling, bones realigning, his tailbone igniting with a strange pull as a long, sinewy tail emerged. The air felt different against his fur, every movement now fluid and instinctual.
As the transformation completed, Ben's thoughts quieted, overtaken by a primal awareness of the world around him, a sensory overload that was as exhilarating as it was disorienting. For a moment, he felt like a predator unleashed, raw and unstoppable.
The moonlight cast pale reflections on the water as Ben Tennyson, in his Wildmutt form, moved with silent precision through the maze of stacked shipping containers. The dock was bustling with activity, but not from ordinary workers. The Hand's agents moved in choreographed patterns, loading crates marked with unassuming logos into the dimly lit warehouse at the dock's center.
Wildmutt's keen nose picked up distinct scents: incense, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of steel weapons. His enhanced hearing caught snippets of conversation as he crept along the containers, his claws gripping the steel surface effortlessly.
Inside the warehouse, Black Lotus stood at the center of a semicircle formed by her lieutenants. Her presence was commanding, her flowing black and crimson robes embroidered with lotus patterns giving her an almost regal air.
"The Black Sky remains our priority," Black Lotus said, her voice smooth and authoritative, carrying easily through the still air. "The artifact vanished in the chaos of New York. Its loss has set back our plans, but not indefinitely."
One of the lieutenants, a wiry man with a shaven head, nodded solemnly. "We've expanded our search. Operations in Japan are progressing as planned, Lady Lotus. The tunnel beneath the construction site will be operational within the week. It's where we believe the artifact's energy may be drawn."
Another operative, a woman dressed in tactical gear, interjected. "What of Black Tarantula? His disappearance complicates matters. Without his influence in the West, our adversaries, including the Chaste, have gained ground."
Black Lotus narrowed her eyes. "The Black Tarantula's fate is irrelevant to our current goals. His absence will not hinder the Hand's operations here. Our focus remains on the Black Sky. The Chaste are a nuisance, but their interference will be dealt with swiftly."
There was a brief pause before a stockier lieutenant, his voice gruff, raised another point. "And Rand Industries? Their executives have been uncooperative. If they delay our shipments further, it could jeopardize our timeline."
Black Lotus's lips curled into a faint smile. "Rand Industries will learn the cost of defiance. Increase the pressure. A few well-placed accidents will remind them who they are dealing with."
From his perch high above, Wildmutt strained to catch every word. The mention of the construction site confirmed his earlier suspicions, and the references to the Black Sky sent a ripple of unease through him.
Transforming into Wildmutt had its advantages, but communication wasn't one of them. Ben crouched low behind a stack of crates, his nostrils flaring as he memorized the scents of the operatives below. He listened for a few more moments before retreating further into the shadows.
Finding a secluded spot behind a container, Ben tapped the Omnitrix dial, and in a flash of green light, he returned to his human form. He tapped his earpiece, activating Olivia's interface.
"Olivia," Ben whispered.
Her voice responded immediately, precise and calm. "Yes, Mr. Tennyson. I'm monitoring your location. Do you require assistance?"
"Not yet," Ben replied, keeping his voice low. "They're talking about the Black Sky and some kind of tunnel at the construction site. Seems like they're using Rand Industries to move something big."
"Logical deduction," Olivia noted. "Rand Industries has significant influence in the region. A calculated partnership for illicit activity. Shall I cross-reference recent activity at their Japanese subsidiaries for anomalies?"
"Yeah, do that," Ben said, peering back toward the warehouse. "And flag anything involving shipments to that construction site. I need to know what's coming and going."
"Consider it done," Olivia replied. "Additionally, I recommend you proceed with caution. The Hand's operatives are formidable, and your proximity is a calculated risk."
Ben smirked. "Thanks for the reminder, Olivia. I'll be careful."
Back inside the warehouse, Black Lotus continued her directives.
"Once the artifact is located, we will have no further use for our associates at Rand," she said, her tone cold and final. "The Chaste will undoubtedly attempt to intervene, but they are fractured and leaderless. Their interference will amount to nothing."
One of the lieutenants hesitated before speaking. "And what of the defenses at the tunnel? If the Chaste discover it—"
"They will not," Black Lotus interrupted. Her eyes swept over the group, daring anyone to question her. "Double the guard. Reinforce the perimeter. If the Chaste come, they will meet their end."
Ben lingered just long enough to hear the rest of the conversation before slipping back into the shadows. The information he'd gathered was enough to confirm the Hand's plans and their involvement with Rand Industries.
"Olivia," Ben said softly as he moved. "I've got what I need. Patch me through to any available satellite feeds near the site and prep for recon."
"Understood, Mr. Tennyson," Olivia replied. "Shall I also prepare contingency measures should your infiltration be detected?"
"No need. Let's see what we're dealing with first," Ben muttered, reaching the edge of the dock.
The moonlight glinted off the water as he scanned his surroundings one last time. Then, with practiced ease, he disappeared into the night, his mind already working on the next steps in unraveling the Hand's plans.
The air shimmered with a faint green glow as Ben, now transformed into Jetray, soared across the skies above the Pacific Ocean. His streamlined form cut effortlessly through the atmosphere, green trails of energy from his wings leaving streaks in the night. Olivia's voice crackled softly in his earpiece.
Unbeknownst to him, far below, a shadowy figure watched his flight path through high-powered binoculars, shrouded in darkness. The figure remained motionless, observing as Jetray disappeared into the city skyline.
"Mr. Tennyson, you're approaching U.S. airspace. ETA to Manhattan is approximately 15 minutes."
"Got it," Ben replied, his voice calm as the city lights of New York slowly came into view on the horizon.
By the time Ben landed discreetly in an alley and reverted to his human form, the party at Tennyson Tower was already in full swing. The sleek, modern headquarters stood tall against the Manhattan skyline, its glass façade glowing with light.
Inside, the expansive ballroom was buzzing with life. Investors, employees, and key partners mingled, champagne glasses in hand. The atmosphere was one of celebration, reflecting Tennyson Industries' rapid rise to prominence.
Ben adjusted his tie having changed out of tactical gear as he walked into the ballroom. Now at 6'2", his tall, lean frame and striking features easily drew attention. His light green eyes scanned the room, searching for one person in particular.
Near the center of the room, Angela Green spotted him. She stood out in a fitted emerald green dress, her auburn hair styled elegantly. As Ben approached, she crossed her arms, a slightly annoyed expression on her face.
"You're late," Angela said, her tone sharp but not unkind.
Ben gave her a sheepish grin. "Got caught up in...a few things."
Angela raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh. Well, while you were busy saving the world or whatever, I've been handling your responsibilities here." She gestured toward the crowd. "Everyone's been asking about you."
Ben smiled apologetically. "Thanks for holding down the fort, Angela. I owe you one."
Angela sighed but softened. "You owe me several. But we'll start with you actually showing up to these things on time."
As the evening progressed, Ben and Angela moved through the room, greeting guests and engaging in conversations. The event served as both a celebration and an opportunity to showcase Tennyson Industries' achievements.
Angela took to the stage at one point, microphone in hand. "Good evening, everyone. First, let me thank all of you—our employees, investors, and partners—for your hard work and unwavering support. Tonight, we celebrate not just what we've accomplished but what's still to come."
A round of applause followed. Angela smiled and continued. "This year has been a landmark for Tennyson Industries. The OmniPhone, OmniBook, and OmniWatch have redefined what's possible in personal technology. And our upcoming M-Xara electric vehicle—a collaboration with some of the brightest minds in engineering—promises to be a game-changer in sustainable transportation."
The mention of the M-Xara brought murmurs of excitement from the crowd. Angela stepped back and motioned for Ben to join her.
Ben took the microphone, his demeanor confident but approachable. "Miss Green right. None of this would be possible without all of you. When we started this journey, we set out to create technology that doesn't just meet expectations but surpasses them. And judging by what we've achieved so far, I'd say we're well on our way."
The crowd erupted into applause. Ben handed the microphone back to Angela and leaned toward her as the applause died down. "You're a natural at this," he said with a grin.
Angela rolled her eyes but smiled. "You're lucky I am."
As the night wore on, Ben found a quiet moment by one of the large windows overlooking Manhattan. Angela joined him, holding two glasses of champagne. She handed one to him.
"You seem distracted," she said.
Ben hesitated before responding. "Just thinking about everything that's happened lately. There's a lot going on behind the scenes."
Angela studied him for a moment. "You mean more than usual?"
Ben nodded, his gaze distant. "Yeah. Something like that. And it's not over yet."
Angela didn't press further. Instead, she clinked her glass against his. "Well, whatever it is, just remember—you've got a team behind you."
Ben smiled and took a sip of champagne. "Thanks, Angela. That means a lot."
As the two stood by the window, the city lights twinkling below, as party was in full swing.
The grand hall of Tennyson Industries' Manhattan headquarters filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and music. By the large windows overlooking the dazzling New York City skyline, Ben and Angela stood engaged in conversation, their focus on the company's recent achievements.
Angela's smile was bright as she gestured toward the bustling party. "It's a good turnout, don't you think? Investors are happy, the employees are excited about the new projects—this is exactly what we needed."
Ben nodded, a faint smile on his lips. "We've come a long way, and it's only the beginning."
Before Angela could respond, an unfamiliar voice interrupted.
"Mr. Tennyson?"
Both turned to see a striking woman approaching. She was dressed elegantly in a dark blue evening gown, her posture straight and her expression calm but professional.
"Yes?" Ben asked, his tone polite but cautious.
The woman extended her hand. "Maria Hill. I was hoping to have a word with you. Privately, if possible."
Angela raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. She glanced at Ben, then back at Maria. "Well, I'll leave you two to it. Besides, I need to check on a few things," she said with a playful smirk.
As Angela walked away, her thoughts lingered on the exchange. Who is she? And what does she want with Ben? She decided to keep an eye on things from a distance, just in case.
Once Angela was out of earshot, Maria turned back to Ben, her tone now more formal. "Deputy Director Maria Hill, S.H.I.E.L.D."
Ben's brows furrowed slightly, recognition flashing across his face. "S.H.I.E.L.D., huh? Didn't think I'd be meeting one of you tonight."
"Trust me, this wasn't on my schedule either," Maria said, hiding here surprise at Ben's casually remark seeming as if he was already well aware of Shield existence.
As used her no-nonsense tone lightened slightly by a hint of dry humor. "But certain circumstances make this conversation a priority."
Ben glanced at the party behind them, then nodded. "Alright. My office is downstairs. We'll talk there."
As they made their way through the sleek, modern corridors of the Tennyson Industries building, Maria glanced around, taking in the cutting-edge technology on display.
"This place is impressive," she remarked. "Your R&D department alone rivals anything I've seen, even in classified facilities."
"Thanks," Ben said with a casual shrug. "We like to stay ahead of the curve."
Maria gave a small, approving nod but didn't press further. Her professionalism didn't leave much room for small talk.
They reached a private elevator that led to the R&D floor. As the doors closed behind them, Maria's sharp eyes briefly scanned Ben. He seemed relaxed, but there was an edge to him—a readiness she had only seen in seasoned agents or soldiers.
"You seem...familiar with us," Maria said, breaking the silence.
Ben smirked faintly. Notgetting into the details of his insight as he continued to lead the way to his office. As much as he put on a nonchalant appreanace in front of the infamous Mariah Hill. Her and SHIELD's coming up to his doorstep wasn't a good thing by any means.
Maria raised an eyebrow but said nothing more as the elevator doors opened to reveal the sprawling, high-tech R&D department.
NEW YORK CITY AT NIGHT
Agent Phil Coulson arrived at Stark's new tower in New York City, but he quickly encountered a hurdle: Stark's AI assistant, Jarvis, refused to let him access the top floor.
"Can you just tell Stark that this is a matter of national security?" Coulson asked, his patience wearing thin as he faced the obstinate AI. Stark's refusal to meet him was becoming increasingly frustrating.
"I'm sorry, Agent Coulson, but Mr. Stark and Ms. Potts, as Master Stark describes it, are having a moment." Realizing he needed to escalate the situation, Coulson pulled out his phone and called S.H.I.E.L.D.'s technical department.
"This is Agent Phil Coulson, #00678, in need of urgent technical support. I require assistance with a code 33T Stark." As he spoke, Jarvis continued to operate the terminal next to the door.
Meanwhile, inside the top-floor room, Jarvis's voice reached Stark's ear. "Sir, the telephone. I'm afraid my protocols are being overwritten." The moment Jarvis's voice faded, the door to the top floor swung open, revealing Coulson.
"Security breach!" Tony exclaimed, arms wide in surprise. "That's on you," Pepper pointed out, rising hurriedly from the sofa.
"Mr. Stark, we need you to look this over." Coulson held out a file toward Stark. "As soon as possible."
"Yeah, I don't like being handed things." Tony hesitated, eyeing the file, clearly reluctant to take it. But Pepper stepped in, ready to intervene.
"That's alright, because I love to be handed things. So, let's trade." She passed her glass of champagne to Coulson, took the file from him, and then returned her glass to him while handing the file over to Stark.
"Is this about The Avengers? Which I... I know nothing about," Pepper said, feigning ignorance despite having just mentioned the name in front of Coulson.
At that moment, Coulson wasn't overly concerned about her knowledge. "The Avengers Initiative was scrapped, I thought. And I didn't even qualify." Stark pointed out as he walked toward a table.
"This isn't about personality profiles anymore," Coulson explained seriously.
"Whatever," Tony replied with indifference to Coulson's words.
"Ms. Potts, got a minute?" Tony called Pepper to his side as he typed away on the computer.
"What is all of this?" Pepper asked, glancing at Tony, who then spread his hands wide.
"This is—"
As Tony expanded his arms, different profiles appeared in holographic form, floating in the air before him and Pepper.
"This," he continued. Screens displayed Captain America in action, the Hulk roaring as he attacked the army at Culver University, and Thor battling the Destroyer Armor.
Another screen showed Ben in his XRL8 form, saving civilians from a burning building. He moved at incredible speeds, appearing as a blur of black and white, the Omnitrix symbol prominently displayed on his chest. (Insert Ben 10,000's XRL8 appearance here.) Other alien forms like Diamondhead, Swampfire, Brainstorm, Jetray, and Ripjaws also appeared, all engaged in heroic deeds.
"Wow, you have a lot of work," Pepper remarked, her awe evident as she and Tony took it all in.
After some back-and-forth with Agent Coulson, Pepper turned to leave, leaving Tony alone. Tony than grabbed the hologram of the Tesseract, worry etched across his face.
DNA Enter:
Wildmutt
SPECIES
Vulpimancer
Home World
Vulpin
DNA source
Unknown
Body
Animalistic
Height
5'7" (1.70 meters)
Appreance:
Ben 10,000's Wildmutt is larger than his 10-year-old self, had stripes on his back, his appearance had shifted to a more feline form due to the presence of a tail. Omnitrix symbol located on his right shoulder.
ABILITIES:
Sightless Sensing
Enhanced Smelling
Enhanced Hearing
Sharp Teeth
Sharp Claws
Enhanced Strength
Enhanced Durability
Enhanced Jumping
Enhanced Acrobatics
Enhanced Speed
Enhanced Agility
Enhanced Reflexes
Enhanced Digging
Cold Immunity
Hazardous Waste Immunity
Nightmarish Face Immunity
Wall Scaling
Prehensile Feet
Bipedalism
Quill Projection (Adulthood)
EQUIPMENT:
Shoulder Brace black and white