128Okay, now before anyone panics about this distracting me from my sequel to "Bewildered Warriors", relax. It would have done more distracting in my head than out. I am working on the sequel. Only I'm having problems with the start. So I'm just churning out middle pieces at the moment. All the dramatic scenes.
I'll get there. I promise.
This is simply allowing me to get rid of stray plot bunnies that randomly and rabidly attach themselves to my ankles.
So I am posting them in this dump zone for people to peruse… Enjoy… Be inspired by… And possibly annoy me into writing more.
These story sections can be from any genre, any fandom and any part of the story. Hence I will label them as 'Start' or 'Middle', depending on where they should go. If they belong in the middle, I will provide a basic idea of what I think should have happened before. Sometimes I will even provide ideas for afterwards.
These sections are the equivalent of me parking my car in a busy street, getting out and leaving the keys in the ignition. I am hoping some people will run off with them…
Just please tell me. So I can see where you took it.
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"Stargate SG1" & "Ben 10: Alien Force"
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Daniel felt a chill at his back, seconds before coldness pressed against his spine. A cold hand, almost gently placed itself on his neck. It was not a strangle-hold, but it held the threat that it could become one.
"Where is the boy?" a voice whispered in Daniel's ear. The voice was sibilant. Daniel tried desperately to withhold a shiver as a chilling breeze brushed his ear.
"What boy?" Daniel asked.
"The boy who had this." The voice answered. Before Daniel's face a badge appeared. A green hourglass displayed in a circle. It hovered apparently in thin air, but Daniel somehow knew that his invisible captor was holding it.
"In the holding-cells." Daniel replied, "He's unharmed." He recognised the badge as the badge they'd taken off a fire-alien that SG17 had found about three days earlier, while on leave. They'd spent the next two days quietly catching it and only just brought it back that day. Daniel had been shown it, to try and understand the significance of the badge. He'd also snuck a peak at the living lava that formed a humanoid shape.
"Good." The voice sounded pleased, "Show me."
"I won't let you harm him." Daniel countered.
"You're not in a position to do anything." The voice pointed out. In front of Daniel's eyes a patch of the wall was covered in ice. "You don't even know what I'm capable of. But I will not harm him. You give any sign that I'm here… Well, I can't guarantee safety."
The chill that ran down Daniel's back had nothing to do with coldness in the air. Rather it was to do with the seeming lack of emotions in the voice. The hand was removed from Daniel's neck, but the coldness didn't dissipate. Daniel found himself wondering the species of the voice and the relationship between it and the boy(?) in the cell. However there was also a part of him constantly on edge. Jack and Teal'c would have approved, but it unnerved Daniel that he found that the invisible threat that much more dangerous when it wasn't touching him; when it gave him no point of reference to its location.
Much to Daniel's frustration no-one even questioned him going to the cells to talk to the alien. As he passed through the corridors, he noticed other people shiver slightly as they entered the patch of cold air, but no-one questioned it.
Once at the cell, Daniel pointed out that he did not have the ability to open it.
"That will not be a problem." The voice seemed to smirk. The lock froze, before shattering under what looked like an invisible hand. "Why is it you're always on the wrong side of the law, when I find you?"
"N…not m…my f…f…fault." A dark-skinned boy came out, rubbing his bare arms to try and keep warm.
Daniel blinked. Less than twelve hours ago, they had locked a fire-based alien in the room. They put open containers of liquid nitrogen in the corners of the room, and hoped that that would hold him. Now a teenager came out. African-American with a shaven head, he only wore a white vest, a pair of black trousers and blue trainers. He looked young, early teens, Daniel guessed. He also looked frozen, not that Daniel could blame him.
"Catch." The voice declared, and the badge flew threw the air. The boy caught it and placed it in the centre of his vest. "You tried to freeze him?"
The voice materialized in front of Daniel. Blue and black. About a head and a half taller than Daniel. Human in shape, but shrouded in a cloak, the hood pulled firmly up. However the cloak only reached down to about where knees should be. The hood didn't hide much of the face. Solid green eyes, but almost insect in appearance.
"We didn't want him melting anything." Daniel protested.
"Flame on, kid." The Voice instructed, before pulling a walky-talky from its cloak and switching it on. "This is Ten to Lucky. Ten to Lucky. Do you read?"
"Lucky to Ten," a young woman's voice could be heard, "You found the package?"
"Heatblast Junior is here." Ten replied, "A little cold. Not my fault. But we won't get out how I got in. You best come to us."
"Lucky and Eleven en route." Lucky replied.
"What are you going to do with me?" Daniel asked, realizing that he was currently blocked in by fire and ice. It was causing his temperature control to go haywire.
"We won't harm you." Ten replied, "Not unless we have to."
"What do you call that form anyway?" Heatblast Junior stared at Ten.
"Big Chill." The answer sounded smug. Although it did confuse Daniel.
"No offence," Heatblast Junior sighed, "But stay away from me. Fire and Ice don't mix."
"None taken." Ten sounded like he was smiling.
A pink light grew in front of Ten, forming into the shape of two people. Teenagers, Daniel noted as the pink light faded leaving the figures behind. A boy and a girl. The boy promptly went and threw up in the recently vacated cell.
"You okay?" the girl asked. Her voice matched Lucky's.
"I am never doing that again." The boy still sounded queasy.
"I told you it was bad, Eleven." Ten declared, "Door of the cell seems the most solid thing around here."
Daniel stared. The girl was red-headed, green-eyed, thin and willowy. Her face reminded him of Sam, all thoughts. She looked just like a high school girl, her hair loose to the middle of her back. Black shoes, tights, grey skirt, white shirt peeking out from underneath a blue jumper. However the shortness of the skirt and the sleeves indicated that it wasn't a uniform, rather this was how she liked to dress.
The boy was bulkier, taller by a small bit, but also broad shouldered. His hair was black, shaggy. Dark blue old jeans and black clunky shoes. Grey long sleeved top underneath a darker grey short sleeved top. Both tight fitting, revealing strength and muscles. He looked to be in pain, but that could just be that he still wanted to throw up. Daniel couldn't help but pray they didn't decide to travel with him in that method.
Both of them looked to be about the same age, late teens, Daniel guessed. Obviously older than the boy that Heatblast Junior could turn into.
"We are not going out that way." Eleven announced, managing to stand up straight.
"I have no intention of travelling like that either." Ten nodded.
"Is it really that bad?" Lucky stared.
"Yes." Ten and Eleven chorused.
Eleven, despite still looking very green at the edges, reached out and grabbed hold of the cell door. Daniel stared as first the boy's hand, then the rest of his body and clothing changed colour to match the door. The boy thumped one hand into the other, causing a resounding clang to be heard, exactly the same sound as would be expected if two pieces of the door were smashed together.
"You can walk," Ten addressed Daniel, "Be restrained or be carried. Your choice."
"I'll walk." Daniel declared, knowing that walking would give him a better chance to run.
"Good choice." Ten agreed, "Eleven, you watch him."
"Who is he?" Eleven asked.
"Doctor Daniel Jackson," Ten answered, "Doctor of Archaeology and Anthropology. Discredited in the Archaeological circle, for his theory that the pyramids are older than currently believed."
"How do you know that?" Lucky stared, "No offence, but you aren't a scholar."
"The Plumbers have a file on him." Ten seemed to shrug, "Not much in it. But I recognise his picture."
"How are we getting out of here?" Heatblast Junior wanted to know.
"Lucky," Ten was the leader, Daniel guessed, "Can you cover us back and front?"
"Easy." Lucky replied.
"And float?" Ten acted like he was pushing it.
"If I can float and track," Lucky sounded exasperated, "I can float and protect."
"I'll lead." Ten announced, "Eleven watch Daniel. Lucky cover front, back and float. Heatblast Junior stay inside the protection. I'll be outside."
"Be careful." Lucky's hand reached out and touched Ten's arm gently. The touch seemed intimate, but also supportive, to Daniel's eyes.
"I will." Ten nodded, "We're going to have to use our heads."
Daniel stared as Lucky proceeded to fold her legs underneath her, until she was sitting cross-legged. The fact that she was still eye level with him, made the feat extraordinary. Both in front of the group and behind a pink glow solidified into a shield.
Ten led the way through the corridors. Initially Daniel was frozen in shock and surprise, but a firm, albeit not ungentle, push from Eleven got his feet moving. Heatblast Junior walked next to Lucky, seeming to want to be close to the protection's source. Eleven moved just behind and to the left of Daniel. Daniel was near the centre of the cordoned area. Ten was firmly out in front, separated from the others by the shield.
For a while things proceeded smoothly on the part of Daniel's captors. Even Daniel was surprised by the lack of personnel moving around. The reason for this became obvious, when Ten peered around a corner and spotted the fully armed trap lying in wait for them.
The group didn't stop, they just walked straight into it. Behind the group, office doors opened to close the trap behind them.
"Release Daniel," Jack growled from the front, "And you might just walk out of this alive."
"We're walking out alive anyway." Eleven smirked, "The only question is how many people get hurt."
"Eleven." Lucky sighed, slightly reprimanding.
Daniel was looking left and right, trying to spot Ten, who had abruptly vanished before turning the corner. He quickly realized just where the ice-being was when Jack's Zat-gun froze. Ten rematerialized inches from Jack's face, his hand still in the frozen weapon.
"How about we discuss this like civilized people?" Ten asked, a hint of malice in his voice.
"You wish to negotiate?" Jack thought he was doing very well to keep the quaver out of his voice.
"We wish to explain why this is Plumber territory." Ten replied.
"I'm afraid we don't have any broken toilets." Jack instantly replied, his mouth on automatic.
"Not that kind of Plumber." Ten sighed, "Find a meeting room. We have not hurt your man yet. We do not intend to. For all that you hurt one of ours."
"Will you let Daniel go?" Jack pressed.
"Not yet," Ten answered, "But in time. We have no intention of leaving here with him. But we have no intention of leaving one of ours behind. I wouldn't fire on us, either. Lucky's very good at shields."
"How many people?" Jack queried.
"One of yours for one of ours," Ten was quick to respond, "Plus your man."
"Reasonable." Jack nodded, "I take it you want us to show you the way?"
"That would be appreciated," Ten agreed, "We mean no harm to Earth."
"You'll pardon me if I don't take you at your word." Jack announced, as Ten stepped backwards, finally leaving Jack's personal space.
The smile on Ten's face, gave the impression that the being was laughing. Ten walked carefully back to the pink shield, and stood in front of it, waiting. Ten's arms folded, making him look imposing.
Sam touched Jack on the shoulder, before whispering to him.
"Sir, I have relayed our situation to General Hammond. He says to go along with it. The main briefing room. SG1 and him."
"Well done, Carter." Jack muttered back, then addressing the intruders, "General Hammond has agreed to see you."
"The head honcho, huh?" Eleven grinned; effectively securing his identity as the bad boy of the squad, "Sounds alright. Ten, I still say we just bash our way out of here."
"Twenty floors." Ten replied, "And a base full of soldiers. We'd get tired half-way through. We have a hard enough time getting out of the Highbreeds' lairs… We can kill them."
"He's right," Lucky chimed in, "It's not your usual style. But trust me? Trust him?"
"Alright." Eleven growled, "I don't like it though."
"Lead on." Ten told Jack.
Jack, Sam and Teal'c lead the strange procession through the corridors of the base. The shields curved around the group as they entered the briefing room, providing protection from all sides. Lucky closed her eyes tightly for a moment; even as Hammond tried to talk to the unresponsive group.
"Got them!" Lucky almost cheered as she opened her eyes, "We're good, Ten. All auditory and visual broadcasting devices disabled."
"Take a seat Lucky." Ten instructed, "You've got to be tired."
"Thanks." Lucky sighed, swiftly standing and sitting again. Her shields dropping just as quickly. Before Daniel could move, Eleven latched one hand around Daniel's upper arm; the metal over Eleven's flesh was cold against Daniel's skin.
"Flame off, kid." Ten ordered, "I hope its warm enough for you."
"I've got the cold out my bones," Heatblast Junior shrugged, as he changed to human form, "I should be alright. Man, I hate the cold."
"With you there, Sparky." Eleven grinned.
"Eleven, flesh please." Ten instructed.
"No." Eleven glowered.
"You can use the table if necessary." Lucky compromised.
"Alright." Eleven sighed. Flesh and fabric appeared instead of the metal he had taken on.
"If I may introduce," Ten announced, "Heatblast Junior. Eleven. Lucky." Ten had pointed to each in turn. There was a flash of green light around Ten.
"Ten." A brown-haired teenager now stood before them, hand pointing towards himself.
He was dressed in blue jeans, well worn, but not old. White and black trainers on his feet, Daniel noticed almost clinically. A black t-shirt, underneath an open green jacket. Two white strips wrapped around his upper right arm. A single white strip ran down the left hand side. Just over his heart on the jacket a black circle had the white number '10' encased. The only really unusual things about his appearance were the slightly bulky, strange watch-like-device on his left wrist, and the fact that his eye colour almost precisely matched his jacket. Sam noted that the eye colour was the same green as Lucky's, but thought nothing of it; after all they were obviously not related, judging by their vastly different abilities.
"What are you people?" Jack stared.
"You can go join them," Ten told Daniel, "And isn't it polite to introduce yourselves, before demanding answers?"
"Well, son," Hammond took over, having rapidly regained his mental balance, "I am General Hammond. The rather blunt man is Colonel Jack O'Neill. The lady is Major Samantha Carter. This is Teal'c. And you have already met Doctor Daniel Jackson."
"Yes," Ten smiled, "I read about him a while back."
"Now," Hammond sat down, indicating for everyone else to sit, "Why did you feel it necessary to break into our base?"
"Why did you decide to interfere in Plumber business?" Ten countered, "Why did you decide to ignore a Plumber's badge? When did he arrive on Earth?" he pointed at Teal'c.
"What makes you think he's an alien?" Sam demanded.
"We don't have any blocked up toilets." Jack countered, at exactly the same time, "Nor do we need a new bathroom."
"Not that kind of Plumber." Ten sighed exasperatedly. "Jeez, you guys don't know anything!"
"What don't we know son?" Hammond asked, as Ten tried to bash his brains out on the table.
"How about that you broke an inter-planetary law?" Eleven seemed amused, "Probably more than one."
There was an awkward silence as Hammond and SG1 tried to work out if the intruders were serious or not.
"Okay," Ten leaned back in his chair, "I'll explain. Plumbers have existed for years. Two centuries, so I'm told. They were originally set up to deal with things that other people couldn't. Things that people wouldn't accept. As it was first explained to me, they dealt with extra-terrestrial, extra-sensory, extra-ordinary. I don't know exactly when they were set up. But according to Plumber Legend, it was a Plumber that created the Grand Canyon. Using a device that later caused the Chicago Fire and the quake of '89. It has now been destroyed. Thing is, the Plumbers, for reasons I don't know, stopped hiring. There was an actual decision not to hire any new Plumbers. Couple of decades back. They didn't know why either. Orders from above.
"Now there's only old Plumbers, retired Plumbers. And Plumber kids." Ten looked up, "Heatblast Junior's a Plumber kid. You see, the universe is an amazing place. And some Plumbers fell in love with outer space. Others fell in love with the people. Don't ask me how they reproduced. I don't want to know. But Plumber kids exist. Some are human. Some… have something extra. Plumber kids usually carry a Plumber badge. Black circle, green hourglass." Ten pointed to Heatblast Junior's chest.
"It's as good as a passport." Eleven cut in, "You got one of those, you've got the right to be on the planet. As long as you keep your nose clean."
"Alright," Jack nodded, "If you're Plumber kids, can we speak to a Senior Plumber?"
"There's only one Earth Plumber who is more senior than me," Ten shrugged, "And you can't talk to him. He's out of communication range. And will be for the foreseeable future."
"You're just a kid!" Sam protested.
"I have this," Ten displayed the strange sort of watch on his left wrist, "Because of it, and what I have done with it, Plumbers defer to me."
"A watch?!" Jack almost laughed.
"Yeah," Ten snorted slightly, "That's what I used to call it, too. I suppose I should start at the beginning…" Ten was running his fingers over the watch, almost petting it.
"You can't be…!" Eleven protested.
"They know about aliens," Ten shrugged, "They need to know about the Plumbers. They need to know why we do what we do. They need to understand."
"You're Plumber kids," Daniel smiled indulgently, "You're just carrying on for your parents."
"No," Lucky shook her head, "Heatblast Junior is a Plumber's kid. Eleven doesn't really talk about his parents that much. Ten and I… are Plumber's Grandkids."
"Our story starts," Ten took over again, "When I was ten. Looking forward to the best summer of my life. I knew it was going to be the best. My grandpa was taking me on a road-trip, for the whole summer. Sure, my cousin was coming too, and we didn't get on too well back then. But it still was going to be great. Sure, grandpa has some just plain weird eating preferences. But I was sure we could persuade him to get a pizza every so often. So I jumped in the Rust Bucket looking forward to adventure."
"The Rust Bucket?" Jack laughed.
"It was an apt name," Ten replied, "A rusting old RV. It had so many quirks that it was ridiculous. But it was Grandpa's home. Our first stop was a national park. That night I saw a falling star. Only it wasn't a star. It was a meteor. And it wasn't that either. In the crater it formed, I found a pod. I peered in. I didn't clearly see what was in it, until it leapt out and attached itself to my wrist. I mean that literally. I thought it was a watch. Then I found out what it could do. It could turn me into any one of ten aliens. Or as I thought of them, heroes."
"That's not possible." Sam interrupted.
"Alien tech," Ten fired back, "Trust me, it is. I showed my grandpa and my cousin. I got to be a hero. The dream of a kid. And it was real. One of them was Heatblast, as I called him. The same species as Heatblast Junior's father."
"You named them?" Jack snorted.
"That was half the fun," Ten smirked, "I met Eleven, not long after…"
"I wasn't like Ten," Eleven took over, "He wanted to be a hero. I wanted what I could get. I had this weird power, back then. I could absorb energy. Mainly electricity. And expel it when I wanted. When I found out what Ten could do… Well, I wanted some of that. I tried to steal it. I only managed to gain parts of its powers. Eventually it gave me a pulse of some kind. I absorbed the ability to shift into each of the aliens, on my own… For a short while. Then I kinda got stuck as all of them, at the same time. I got mad at Ten, tried to beat him a lot. After a while I got changed back. Now I only absorb matter. I won't do energy again."
"Then I had a weird dream," Ten took over. Jack gained the impression that Ten was glad that he hadn't had to explain about Eleven, "An alien telling me that I should be scared. That he was coming after me. I had something he wanted. The Omnitrix. I told Grandpa, and he freaked. But wouldn't tell us why. I didn't understand. And being a stupid kid, I made things worse. I got caught. The alien was called Vilgax. The Plumbers had thought him dead years ago. He was the self-declared Master of the Omintrix. My watch. Where I saw it as a cool toy, a tool. He saw it as a weapon."
"I do not follow." Teal'c frowned.
"Every alien has a weakness," Ten tried to explain, "And for every alien that has a weakness, there is a different species with the corresponding strength. It's like playing rock-paper-scissors. There's always a counter. Now imagine that you can change what you picked to counter your opponent, after you've seen what they chose. But they can't."
"You'd never lose." Jack realized.
"Exactly," Ten nodded, "The Omnitrix… is one of a kind. The only one in existence. It was intended as a tool for diplomacy. Forget walking in someone else's shoes, walk in their body, live their life."
"But it only has ten aliens." Sam stared.
"If an alien touches it," Ten grinned, "Their DNA gets added. And the number increases. As far as I know, there's no limit."
"You never said that." Eleven protested.
"Sorry, I thought I had." Ten apologized, "Vilgax nearly got the Omnitrix. Only Grandpa and my cousin stopped him."
"We had to pay a small visit to an armoury first," Lucky shrugged, "But I was about as clueless as Ten. Even if I was much smarter."
"You're cousins?" Hammond stared.
"Yeah," Ten smiled, "And you may be smarter, but I'm not an idiot. Anyway, after they rescued me. They got threatened. I surrendered. I escaped after blasting Vilgax, and Grandpa blew up his ship. Grandpa told us about the Plumbers. He was one of their best. In fact, until that summer he had been credited with the death of Vilgax."
"Why?" Sam asked, "Why did he try and kill him?"
"It was probably something to do with the fact that Vilgax was a vicious intergalactic conqueror." Eleven supplied.
"And he was trying to steal nuclear missiles at the time." Lucky added.
"That was the best summer of my life," Ten reminisced, "I got powers. Lucky got powers. Based on magic, but not parlour tricks. Real magic. Although apparently it is more to do with our Grandma's heritage. Alien, again. Even if it skipped a generation. And never reached me.
"Summer ended. We had to go back to normal. Kept everything a secret. Eventually we got the Omnitrix off my wrist. Years passed. Then suddenly Grandpa vanished. The Rust Bucket was left behind. That RV is his home. He'd never leave it behind willingly. He left a message for me. He told me that he was investigating some aliens. Told me not to worry, he had the Omnitrix. But I knew I had it.
"I got the message. He was asking me if I would put it on again. I wasn't sure. So I went for the only person who could give me advice, Lucky."
"Grandpa had always said," Lucky came in, "That it would always be Ten's choice to put the Omnitrix back on. He's the only one who has the right to it. The inventor may not particularly like him, but he did say that he could keep it."
"In the end there really wasn't much of a choice to be made," Ten stated, "Grandpa needed my help. Needed our help. I put the Omnitrix back on. And it reset. I got ten new aliens. Which while cool, is also annoying. I gotten to like and understand the old ones."
"Eleven joined in. For his own reasons." Lucky added, "We met Heatblast Junior while looking for Grandpa."
"That's when we were informed," Ten sighed, "That although the Plumbers were founded on Earth, and stood down on Earth, they are an inter-planetary organisation. Keeping to rules and laws started on Earth. There is a Plumber in charge of Earth. But he basically has left us in charge."
"Word on the street," Eleven leant forward, "Is that the Plumbers have decided that we're official. They respect Ten. Sure, some of them see him as a kid, but no Plumber will tell him what to do anymore. Not after the Morning-Star incident. We rank directly under him."
"That's good to know." Ten smiled, "So basically, I'm the second highest ranked human Plumber. The only Plumbers that ignore me, number three. Two are in this room. The third isn't available."
"Then can we talk to your Grandfather?" Hammond asked, "He might be in possession of more information."
"He's the higher Plumber." Ten retorted, "He's currently in the Null Void."
"The Null Void?" Sam frowned.
"Basically a penal colony," Ten shrugged, "Set up years ago. Most races us it for their criminals now."
"He's a criminal?" Jack stared.
"No," Ten snarled, "He was committing suicide… Pulling off a kamikaze move… Took down a Highbreed command. He'd been sending DNAliens and Highbreed to the Null Void using a projector. But knock off the projector, and it makes a pretty good hand-grenade. Pure kamikaze."
"Took out everything for half a mile." Lucky took over, "His last words to me were 'And be a good girl'. We thought he was dead. Until Helen contacted us."
"Helen's another Plumber's kid," Ten was still glaring at Jack, "She and Manny had sent quite a few people to the Null Void. Some of them probably innocent. They aren't to blame. No one ever gave them a team-list. After their sane member, Pierce, went to the Null Void they went a little overboard. Right now they're trying to sort everything out in the Null Void. You know, work out who belongs there and who doesn't. They call Grandpa 'The Wrench'. He's not coming back until he's sorted everything out."
"Until then," Eleven stated, "You deal with us."
"Can we at least have your real names, son?" Hammond asked.
"Alan." Heatblast Junior confessed. As the others looked at him, he shrugged, "It's not like they don't know where I live already. They're smart; they'll figure it out anyway."
"We could stick with first names." Lucky suggested. The other two boys nodded, "I'm Gwen."
"Kevin." Eleven announced.
"Ben." Ten smiled.
"Kevin Eleven?" Jack stared, "Ben Ten? Seriously?"
"He gave himself the Eleven." Ben snorted, "The Ten has two sources. I've told you one. The second… You don't need to know."
"And your Grandfather?" Hammond pressed gently.
"Grandpa Max." Ben answered quickly.
"So let me get this straight," Jack sighed, "Plumbers have known about aliens for two hundred years, and never said anything? That this group stood down years ago. And you're the next generation?"
"Yeah." Kevin was blunt, "Only I'm an ex-con. I know more about Plumber procedures and the black market than anyone else."
"Gwen's the brains," Ben laughed, "Me, I'm only just passing Physics. However, I know a fair bit about aliens. I understand how to fight. And I'm learning how to figure things out."
"You're just kids," Jack pointed out, "You're what? Eighteen?"
"Kevin's seventeen." Ben retorted, "He drives. Gwen and I are sixteen."
"This shouldn't be your responsibility." Sam pointed out, "Let adults deal with it."
"Can't." Ben was blunt, "I'm responsible for the Omnitrix. Have been since I was ten. Ever since it attached itself to me. I can't let it get into the wrong hands."
"And yours are the right ones?" Jack countered.
"Probably not," Ben shrugged, "But I like to think it chose me. The inventor let me keep it, when he could have taken it back. Mine may not be the best hands… or wrist in this case. But I don't use it for evil. I'm no Vilgax, trying to conquer the galaxy. I'm not the Forever Knights, trying to slay the dragon.
"Sure, I could've kept clear of some trouble. Dr Animo, Hex, Charmcaster and a bunch of others wouldn't know I existed, if I hadn't played hero. But that was my choice. I had to fight anyway, so why not do what I could?"
"Off-world activation!" the alert ran throughout the base, "Incoming Wormhole!"
"SGC!" Kevin stared, "Stargate Command. I knew I'd heard those letters before."
"Where?" Sam demanded.
"I'm an ex-con," Kevin retorted, "I keep my ear to the ground. I heard rumours about you guys. Nothing big, you understand. You mainly deal with the Godling Snakes."
"Godling Snakes?" Ten stared.
"That's what the black market calls them," Kevin shrugged, "Most people steer clear of them. You find a planet with a Stargate, you either leave or disable the Stargate. Even Vilgax steered clear of the Godling Snakes. Never seen them myself. I don't know anyone who has… But I know they're bad news. Like Vilgax, but they have God-complexes. And they steal bodies. I don't know much more. Only that they were on Earth at some point. But humans drove them off. Although I did hear that they were dealing with an enemy called the Tau'ri. Most people think the Tau'ri are nuts, going up against the Godling Snakes. But… once you're on their radar, you can't get off it. Apparently the Tau'ri are doing quite well."
"We like to think so." Jack was smug.
"You're the Tau'ri?" Kevin stared, "We're the Tau'ri. Oh hell!"
"How bad?" Ben asked.
"I told you," Kevin replied, "Vilgax steered clear of them. I steered clear of them. The Forever Knights steer clear of them. Sixsix won't work for them. Vulkanus won't go near them. I don't know about the Highbreed. But nearly every species you've met avoids the Godling Snakes. Only species I know of that don't go out of their way to do so are Ectonurites, Galvans, Pyronites, Galvinic Metamorphs, Necrofriggians, Crystalsapiens, Anodite and Polymorphs. There may be others."
"So that's Ghostfreak, Greymatter, Heatblast, Upgrade, Big Chill, Chromastone, Grandma and Goop," Ben fired back, "Any particular reasons?"
"I don't know the details," Kevin stated, "But I heard it's harder to steal their bodies, if not impossible. I don't know how they steal bodies. No one talks about it. I just know that they prefer human-like bodies. And beautiful ones. So Ben should be alright. Unless they have awful taste."
"You wouldn't be taken either," Ben retorted, "Why would Petrosapiens be scared? They're tough."
"And vulnerable to sound waves," Kevin countered, "I think that's the reason. But then again…"
"Yeah," Gwen nodded, "Hoverboard doesn't talk much. Always liked that guy."
"Shard's a good guy." Ben agreed, "Wonder what he's up to?"
"You're acting as if this is normal." Sam stared.
"It is for us," Gwen reminded, "I've known about aliens since I was ten. I've been into space. I studied magic. I found out my grandma was an alien. And wants to make me one. My cousin can turn into aliens. My grandpa fought and fights aliens. The guy I used to be frightened that he'd hurt my cousin, I'm now dating. My grandpa died. My grandpa came back to life. I think I can handle a few shocks. I'm a black belt and can look after myself."
A knock at the door cut off the conversation.
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I'm not sure where the rest of this would go. But I'm thinking Tok'ra get involved. Never mind. At the time I just had to get this out of my head.
Hope you enjoyed it.
