Ben 10:Ultimate Marvel

One week later:

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The warm afternoon sun bathed the open hillside road in golden light as the Rustbucket trundled forward, tires crunching over gravel. Inside, the air was still, peaceful, filled with the soft hum of wheels and the occasional rattle of a loose toolbox.

Ben sat cross-legged on the built-in RV couch, laptop balanced on his knees. Wires snaked from the side ports into the two sleek, black ORBs floating beside him. They pulsed faintly idle, but alive.

Across from him, Gwen peeked over her notepad.

"Spotted a water tower!" she said, grinning.

Ben looked up. "Dame it i am like 3 Behild now."

"Seriously?" Gwen narrowed her eyes. " you running simulations and not taking the game seriously at all tho."

Ben smirked. "Multitasking, Gwendolyn Ever hurd of that."

Gwen rolled her eyes, but couldn't help the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

From the front, Grandpa Max's voice called out, gruff but calm. "Just don't blow out anything important back there, Ben. I'd like the steering wheel to stay functional this time."

"No promises!" Ben called back, tapping in to see how far the progress for this one will take. The ORBs blinked, processing. He was optimizing their targeting routines small tweaks, reducing delay by milliseconds, sharpening aim, perfecting the power draw from the pulse cores. Nothing exciting to anyone else, but to Ben, it was his life on the line.

The laptop itself was humming quietly, running smoother than any machine its size had a right to. Built from junk, it was his and free from nonsense blot.

The peace didn't last.

A sharp BOOM rang through the air, followed by the metallic whine of something impacting the RV's side. The whole vehicle jolted but didn't break. Ben's has upgrades to the outer pannels now held.

Gwen sat upright. "What was that?!"

Ben was already moving, eyes scanning the ridgeline through the side window. There a glint of metal, in the sky purple.

Ben noted Down who attacked him

He saw an purple figure in armor

Shooting them with mini missiles

Probably SixSix.

He yanked the data cables free from the ORBs and called Out.

"Code: 3X2(9YZ)4A."

The ORBs came to life with a soft whir, hovering into position behind him, stabilizers adjusting, weapons priming with no sound but a light hum.

Ben's fingers slammed down on the Omnitrix dial. With a flash of green, his form changed skin hardened into translucent blue crystal, jagged edges reflecting the sunlight. Diamondhead stood in his place, and perfectly ready.

"Stay here!" he told Gwen, already heading for the door.

"Be careful!" Max and Gwen shouted together.

Ben jumped from the moving RV as went past him a bit. He landed hard but stable, his diamond heels cutting into the dirt. Up on the ridge, SixSix moved fast, slipping back while firing . But he wasn't retreating. No, he was leading him probably a trap but so what

He was ready.

Ben followed.

He sprinted down the hill, ORBs tailing him in triangular formation. Below lay a decaying construction site: half-built structures, stacks of rusting rebar, empty concrete shells. A perfect ambush zone.

Ben slowed, eyes narrowing. "perfecr place for Ambush I see"

Then from an big container Krabba appeared.

The giant brute smashed his way through a stack of rotted shipping containers, claws gleaming, eyes locked on Diamondhead.

A second later, a mechanical buzz filled the air —Vilgax's drones burst from hidden underground bays, their red sensors flickering to life. Dozens of them, armed and airborne.

Ben grinned. "Alright then. Let's test the upgrades."

He raised one crystalline arm — shunk! — it morphed into a sleek gatling gun.

"ORBs — EMP pulse! Then suppress fire, left side!"

The ORBs split formation.

BOOM—tzzzz!

A wave of crackling energy spread out, frying the closest drones. Others staggered, sensors flickering.

Ben didn't wait. He opened fire.

Crystal shards blasted from his arm in a spiraling burst, slicing through drone armor, ricocheting off steel beams. He didn't aim every burst was a volly, bouncing shots to catch drones in blind spots.

Krabba roared and charged, but Ben kept his distance. He wasn't about to go toe-to-toe with that much brute strength.

From his other arm, a thick wall of diamond erupted just in time to block a barrage of plasma bolts from SixSix, who had taken position above on a scaffold.

"Too predictable," Ben muttered.

He pivoted, letting the wall guard his right, while he focused fire left, raining crystals toward Krabba's legs.

The big crab stumbled as sharp, dagger-sized shards stabbed into the gaps in his armor.

The ORBs zipped to new angles, following his commands. Their blasters lit up the sky , relentless. Several drones tried to flank but were shot down mid-maneuver.

"ORBs push Krabba back. Keep pressure on the left. I've got SixSix!"

Ben formed another shield, deflecting a cluster of tiny Bombs that launched from SixSix's wrist. He fired back, sending a wide spread of crystals upward, forcing the android hunter to retreat.

The battlefield was chaos, but Ben moved like he belonged there ,coordinating attacks,with orbs help, defending with precision, making Diamondhead into something tactical and deadly.

Krabba was getting slowed and had many crystal inside of it now. SixSix was getting desperate.

But Ben kept his guard up.

Then ground beneath them rumbled — faint, but growing.

His ORBs rotated in sync, scanning for the new threat.

Ben narrowed his eyes.

And he was ready.