Initially the rodent monsters pose no threat. In fact, Ben thinks they're kind of cute. In the beginning, while the creatures are still scarce, he can be found cooing at their tiny faces and fuzzy tails. He even considers capturing one and keeping it for a pet, but they're so swift and small that he'd have to transform into one of his aliens to even catch one. They're probably like the rats of yore, crossing seas and gnawing on sleeping sailors' toes. Gross.
Ben ignores them up until there's a call to round up these critters. Except they're no longer adorable critters, they're fully evolved, aggressive aliens. It hasn't been twenty four hours and here he is, standing at attention in the mess hall armed with an electric net (oh no) and tranquilizers (who let him have these?) and one job: toss the paklers into outer space.
Cruel for a bunch of harmless alien mice, he thinks at the start. That changes the moment he encounters one and it charges, teeth gnashing like it's straight out of a horror movie. Ben shouts and employs the netting, but in his panic it completely misses his target. Frozen in shock, the pakler swipes its hand at his upper body. Self-preservation kicks in and Ben throws himself to the side, momentarily avoiding certain death. He scrambles to his feet in time to dodge a second attack.
With a cry of, "Why did I think this junk would work!?" Ben throws his equipment to the floor and fiddles with his "watch" instead. A circular green screen illuminates his face and a dais raises to meet it. "Okay Omnitrix, give me Rath!" He smacks his hand on the dais and shoves it down. After a transmutation bordering on unadulterated body horror, an orange four-legged beast stands in his place.
Ben raises his clawed paw and huffs through his massive jowls. Guess Wildmutt'll do. Judging by the pakler's delay, it's at least intimidated by him.
Good. That makes this easier.
on your own Post-pakler Ben Tennyson is a starving Ben Tennyson. After disposing of the alien's body, he returns to the galley with one meal in mind: a double cheeseburger with a side order of french fries and a vanilla milkshake. Depending upon how he feels after that, he might indulge in a smoothie. It's hard to say when he's digging through unfamiliar ingredients. He withdraws a clear container of some kind of vicious fluid before he realizes the container is too still for it to slosh around.
There's something alive inside of it.
Thoroughly appalled, Ben returns the container to its place and gives a full body shudder. Aliens, man. They eat some weird stuff.
After a long search, he finds something vaguely familiar. Judging by its ground beef consistency and violet color, he concludes it's some type of space meat. He opens the container and marvels at the lack of smell and movement. Can he eat this? He sure as heck can try. He forms two patties , flattens them on a preheated pan and listens to them sizzle.
To whoever is present, Ben says, "It can't be any worse than what they serve in schools on Earth. Mystery meat, you know? I bet it's not even meat. It's probably rubber, tar and food coloring."
Ben Tennyson | Ben 10 | OTA
Initially the rodent monsters pose no threat. In fact, Ben thinks they're kind of cute. In the beginning, while the creatures are still scarce, he can be found cooing at their tiny faces and fuzzy tails. He even considers capturing one and keeping it for a pet, but they're so swift and small that he'd have to transform into one of his aliens to even catch one. They're probably like the rats of yore, crossing seas and gnawing on sleeping sailors' toes. Gross.
Ben ignores them up until there's a call to round up these critters. Except they're no longer adorable critters, they're fully evolved, aggressive aliens. It hasn't been twenty four hours and here he is, standing at attention in the mess hall armed with an electric net (oh no) and tranquilizers (who let him have these?) and one job: toss the paklers into outer space.
Cruel for a bunch of harmless alien mice, he thinks at the start. That changes the moment he encounters one and it charges, teeth gnashing like it's straight out of a horror movie. Ben shouts and employs the netting, but in his panic it completely misses his target. Frozen in shock, the pakler swipes its hand at his upper body. Self-preservation kicks in and Ben throws himself to the side, momentarily avoiding certain death. He scrambles to his feet in time to dodge a second attack.
With a cry of, "Why did I think this junk would work!?" Ben throws his equipment to the floor and fiddles with his "watch" instead. A circular green screen illuminates his face and a dais raises to meet it. "Okay Omnitrix, give me Rath!" He smacks his hand on the dais and shoves it down. After a transmutation bordering on unadulterated body horror, an orange four-legged beast stands in his place.
Ben raises his clawed paw and huffs through his massive jowls. Guess Wildmutt'll do. Judging by the pakler's delay, it's at least intimidated by him.
Good. That makes this easier.
on your own
Post-pakler Ben Tennyson is a starving Ben Tennyson. After disposing of the alien's body, he returns to the galley with one meal in mind: a double cheeseburger with a side order of french fries and a vanilla milkshake. Depending upon how he feels after that, he might indulge in a smoothie. It's hard to say when he's digging through unfamiliar ingredients. He withdraws a clear container of some kind of vicious fluid before he realizes the container is too still for it to slosh around.
There's something alive inside of it.
Thoroughly appalled, Ben returns the container to its place and gives a full body shudder. Aliens, man. They eat some weird stuff.
After a long search, he finds something vaguely familiar. Judging by its ground beef consistency and violet color, he concludes it's some type of space meat. He opens the container and marvels at the lack of smell and movement. Can he eat this? He sure as heck can try. He forms two patties , flattens them on a preheated pan and listens to them sizzle.
To whoever is present, Ben says, "It can't be any worse than what they serve in schools on Earth. Mystery meat, you know? I bet it's not even meat. It's probably rubber, tar and food coloring."