Every Ben Tennyson throughout space and time has had his fate intertwined with that of the Omnitrix, except for one. After fighting alongside his alternate counterparts to defeat Vilgax, Ben decided he'd fight alongside his grandfather by joining th...
It had been half an hour since we were abducted onto this ship—and somehow, we'd already taken down the crew that captured us.
We spent the rest of the time hauling the unconscious Rooters to the confinement area, the same place they'd held Todoroki and Riot. Servantis was the hardest to move—still encased in thick ice, his body heavy and rigid.
As we worked, I gave brief explanations about everyone's alien powers and how I knew how to use them. Kacchan and Kirishima nodded along, but Todoroki looked genuinely intrigued.
"How do you know so much?" he asked.
I glanced at the Omnitrix on my chest. "Back on Earth, there's a show called Ben 10. It's about a kid who uses an Omnitrix to transform into aliens—most of which match the DNA inside you and the others."
"I see," Todoroki said, turning forward. "With that kind of knowledge, you might be one of the smartest people in the galaxy."
"Heh... I doubt that," I muttered, scratching my cheek.
Once we locked the cell, Todoroki took a deep breath and blew a gust of icy wind into the chamber, freezing the Rooters in place.
"Just in case they try something," he said.
I didn't pry.
We left the holding facility and headed toward the bridge, where Kacchan, Kirishima, and Riot were waiting.
As we approached, the door slid open automatically—like the ones back at Earth malls. The bridge was massive. Ten chairs lined the room: three on the left, two on the right, two at the front, and two elevated seats—likely for the captain and pilot.
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Kacchan sat on the staircase to the upper level. Kirishima lounged in one of the side chairs, Riot curled beside him like a sleeping pup—despite not having eyes. Todoroki leaned against the wall near the entrance. I stood beside Kacchan.
Silence.
None of us knew what to say.
"So, um..." Kirishima broke the quiet. "What do we do now?"
"I think that's what we're all wondering, spikey-head," Kacchan replied. "We're stuck on this big-ass ship, and none of us know squat about space."
"I've been here five years," Todoroki said, arms crossed. "Even I don't know where we are or how to fly it."
"Oi, that just means you're anti-social," Kacchan deadpanned.
"You might be right," Todoroki said without hesitation.
Kacchan twitched.
I kept my head down, thinking. We were four teenage boys, alone in deep space. No adults. No guidance. Just us.
Back in Japan, teens could live independently—with help. But here? We were on our own.
We had shelter—the ship. If it was as big as it looked, it had sleeping quarters. Food and water were another story.
