One by one, the Reboots turned and faced Nemesis.
"Alright," Ben said. "Let's go home. All of us." ben 10 alien force
The Omnitrix pulsed once—soft, steady, alive. One by one, the Reboots turned and faced Nemesis
"You’ve been replaced, Tennyson," Nemesis said, his voice echoing through a modulator. "Plumbers’ new hero. No alien gimmicks. No family baggage. Just a man with a cause." All of us
"I didn't fight them," Ben said, voice soft but resonant, like chimes. "I showed them what they were made for. They're not weapons. They're imitations of life. And deep down, they wanted to be real."
"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."
The Reboots stood in a silent row, waiting. Ben looked at them, then at the broken factory behind them, then up at the stars where Vilgax was surely watching.