"Alright," Ben said. "Let's go home. All of us."
"That was personal . This is business." Nemesis snapped his fingers. Six shadows detached from the smoke behind him—sleek, humanoid drones with Omnitrix symbols grafted onto their chests. "Meet the Reboots. Each one mimics one of your aliens. No transformation lag. No moral hesitation."
Gwen glanced at him. "That doesn't sound like a fighter." ben 10 alien force
"I said I hoped ," Ben replied. He slapped the Omnitrix dial. The faceplate glowed green. Humungousaur.
It started with a watch—an unassuming green-and-black gauntlet that fused with Ben Tennyson’s wrist when he was ten. By the time he turned fifteen, the Omnitrix had become more than a weapon. It was a burden. "Alright," Ben said
"Protocol override," one said in a flat voice. "New directive: Protect Ben Tennyson."
"Ben." Gwen’s voice went cold. "Look." This is business
Kevin stared. "You... hugged the bad guys to death?"