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Chapter 1 - Beginning from the end!

In the deep, dark silence of empty space in the Andromeda Galaxy, a mysterious, highly damaged spaceship suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Plumber HQ of Sector 1 is detecting an unauthorized spacecraft near the restricted zone — I repeat, Plumber HQ of Sector 1 is detecting...."

Commander Verya, the six-eyed Andromedan Plumber[1], swept into the observation room, leaned forward, and narrowed her eyes at the monitor.

"OH goss, currently... I was planning to go into hyper sleep, and this bullshit shows up. Anyways -hey, metal head, stop repeating yourself. I heard you. Just tell me: how large is it?"

The metallic humanoid cybernetic plumber[2] at the console jabbed at his holographic monitor.

"Well, Commander Verya, according to the scans, the craft's pretty damn large ironically, about the size of our entire HQ."

Verya smirked, a small smile tugging at one corner of her mouth.

"Only flying a small spacecraft in a restricted area earns you heavy penalties. This motherfucker must be one tough cookie that means more money for me. So cargo ship, warship, or just a normal piece of junk?"

"Well, Miss Verya... by looks" the cybernetic plumber started.

Verya's annoyance snapped.

"What do you mean by looks, meathead? You can't decide if it's a warship by looks!"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know, Miss Verya? I gotta guess by structural signature — that's the only way. And if you want to hurt my feelings, call me metal head. Suits better than meathead."

"Okay, your smart metal head so from now on your name is metalhead at least for me, and stop using slurs against your commander, or I will sell your scrap metal for getting "HIGH". Now hand me that damn sound transmitter."

"Thanks for giving me a name, commander verya. this is the first time some refers to be by a name rather than code number by the way here it is." The plumber tossed the sound transmitter across the console. Verya snatched it up, thumbed the controls, and let the broadcast rip.

"This is Commander Verya, in charge of Sector 1, Plumber HQ — Andromeda Galaxy. I will not repeat myself. You are inside a restricted zone containing radioactive materials. It is hazardous to you and anyone aboard. Surrender now. You have committed a crime; a full investigation will determine guilt. You have five minutes to respond to this transmission, or we will blow that ship to fucking scrap."

The countdown began on the monitor: 04:59... 04:58...

Metal-headed Plumber scratched his chin and asked,

"Are you really gonna blow that ship if a reply doesn't come?"

Verya laughed, a sharp, predatory sound.

"Hell nah. I got no authority from my supervisor to do that. I'm just here to monitor and maintain stability — I got no damn authority to blow ships."

"So why the fuck did you say it then?" he pressed.

"You really are a machine, my goss. Obviously — to strike fear. Fear works more efficiently when you need to control the situation." Verya's smile was cold.

"Store that in your internal circuits: fear can make someone do anything."

"OH — I'm still learning human emotions, Miss Verya. Glad I'm learning new shit from you today," Metalhead replied, a nervous laugh under his breath.

"Good. Remember that."

Five minutes passed. Silence ruled the observation room — until the sensors screamed. A missile launched from the damaged ship and hurtled toward Plumber HQ.

"Incoming! Damn it, they're firing!" Metalhead yelled.

The missile screamed through the vacuum, but the HQ was far enough away that it lost momentum halfway. The station's defensive barrier took the rest of the blow; sparks and energy flares licked across the outer hull as the warhead detonated harmlessly against the shield.

Verya's many eyes glittered.

"Pathetic. Firing missiles, you can't even reach your target. What a bold little fucker..."

Metalhead whistled, grudgingly impressed.

"Gotta admit, that was... a hell of a warning shot."

"A warning shot," Verya corrected, "is only effective if it scares the right motherfucker. And it didn't. But don't worry — the fun's just beginning." She jabbed a clawed finger at the holo.

"Call the Sentinels. Break into that fucking ship and bring me the motherfucker who dared to shoot at the HQ I'm in charge of."[3]

The four powerful Plumbers — the Sentinels — received the order and started moving toward the mysterious ship.

ZEnisa, one of the four, scanned the massive hull.

"Wow... this ship is huge, just like the description. But look at this poor baby — it's damaged like crap."

Darkstar[4] rolled his eyes.

"Stop making love to that ship, dipshit. Just find a way inside unnoticed."

ZEnisa glared, mean and confident.

"For you, Mr. Darkstar, I can just pace through the walls. Look how amazing I am!"

She shot forward, phasing through the hull effortlessly.

Darkstar smirked.

"Look at that... surprise, it's that easy. By the look of this fucking ship, I thought it'd be anti-phase."

Manny [5]laughed, throwing his hands up.

"You overthink everything, dude. Sometimes just smash and get inside!"

Lubris shook his head.

"No, Manny. That would just punch a hole in vacuum space and suck all of us out."

Darkstar nodded at Lubris.

"Exactly. You're the only one here who thinks straight, unlike these fools."

Manny muttered, offended.

"Don't you think you've been rude to us, Darkstar?"

"Yes, I know," Darkstar said coolly. "And I will continue to be."

He raised his hands, fired a concentrated beam at the ship's wall. The beam melted through the surface just enough to create a hole large enough for the team to pass through — without compromising the structural integrity of the ship.

The Sentinels phased and slipped inside, moving silently through the interior, ready to find whoever dared fire at Plumber HQ.

After entering the ship, Lubris hissed,

"Where the fuck is ZEnisa? She phased through before us — can you try contacting her, Darkstar?"

"On it." Darkstar pushed the comms. Nothing answered. No chirps, no pings — just static and the ship's slow, coughing breath.

"Every electronics' dead," Manny grunted. "Looks like the radiation fried their systems."

"Radiation or some codon fuck voodoo," Lubris said. "Still — this hull's been eating poison for who knows how long and somehow, it's not fully collapsed. Check your suits, people. No leaks," darkstar said with a serious look on his face.

lubris glanced at darkstar.

"You weren't even wearing one."

"Don't worry about me," darkstar said with a cocky grin. "I live in energy." He rolled his shoulders.

"Now just focus on the task guys, Let's split up. Manny, search for ZEnisa. Me and Lubris will find the pilot or the control panel."

They separated. The ship smelled like scorched grease and old blood. Darkstar moved along the shadowed corridor, thinking: the architecture — the plating, the struts — feels like the one from the old Vilgax battle.

while searching for the pilot of the craft, darkstar look around the ship observing it and then he smirked a little and said,

"This is the same class of ship Ben Tennyson fought years back, against vilgax that was one hell of a battle for all of us, entire milky way galaxy plumber sector was affected by that battle" he muttered. "Used to respect that bastard. He changed after Anthony... went from hero to hollow."

"Yeah," Lubris replied from behind him. "I heard some rumor that he changed after a fellow plumber mate death."

Then ZEnisa's voice ripped through the corridors — raw, wet with panic:

"Help — help me! Please, someone —!"

Lubris and Darkstar sprinted toward the sound. What they saw made their pupils shrink to pinpoints.

A sudden bright light blinded them. When it dimmed, they saw Manny's head in ZEnisa's hands, his body destroyed like a squashed orange, ribbons of flesh and torn plating hanging where he'd stood minutes before.

Lubris swore so loud it echoed.

"She's under mind control. That bitch isn't herself."

"Fuck it — attack!" Darkstar snarled.

He launched into the air and absorbed the radioactive charge in the room. He lashed the gathered energy out in a concentrated beam aimed at ZEnisa. She phased — slipped through matter and energy like a ghost, intangible.

She tried to phase straight through Darkstar's chest, eyes wide and empty with something else steering her. At the last second, Lubris pivoted and unleashed a burner blast — heat vision that cut through phasing resistance, the kind of heat that burned the very idea of the surface. ZEnisa screamed as the beam scored her, igniting flesh and armor alike. She slammed against the far wall, sliding down in a smoking heap.

She coughed, blood bubbling at her lips, but her laugh came out fractured and horrible.

"You fool... you always think you can stop me."

Lubris levitated into the air, energy crackling around him, and lifted ZEnisa effortlessly.

"You'll see," he said, voice tense. "I don't know who's controlling you, but for the sake of survival, it's time to end this. Sorry... it's for the best of all of us."

He moved closer, fingers tightening around her throat, ready to charge his heat vision from his eyes straight through her skull.

"NOOOOOOO! Stop!" Darkstar shouted. "We can save her! We already lost Manny — just capture her and lock her up!"

Lubris growled, his grip unwavering.

"You aren't thinking straight, Darkstar. She's infected. We can get infected too. And how the hell do you lock someone with her power? Too strong for us to handle."

Darkstar planted himself on his injured leg, energy coiling in his hand.

"Put her down! You forgetting who the fucking leader is here, Lubris?"

Lubris exhaled slowly, tension etched into every muscle, and finally let ZEnisa go. She collapsed unconscious, gasping from the choke.

"I'm... sorry," he muttered. "I just... I was upset about Manny."

"You don't kill her for Manny," Darkstar snapped. "She didn't do it. Look at Manny's body — torn apart like in a hand-to-hand fight. No phasing power was used. Manny was a Tetramand [6] or at least a half one. ZEnisa could never have killed him alone. But there's no doubt she was about to kill us."

"If not her, then who?" Lubris whispered.

A ghostly, chilling voice echoed through the corridor:

"You shouldn't have even bothered to come here, you dumb fucks..."

The air grew cold. They spun around — and what they saw made their blood run ice-cold.

A shadowy figure emerged, phasing right out of ZEnisa's body.

"What the fuck is that?" Lubris hissed.

"It can't be... an Ectonurite,[7] here in this zone?" Darkstar said, eyes narrowing. "I've dealt with your kind before. I can do it again..."

Lubris froze, staring at the mark glowing on the chest of the figure.

"Hey... is that... the Omnitrix on his chest?"

Darkstar's eyes widened in shock.

"Is... it really Ghostfreak."

Lubris's jaw dropped.

"YOU MEAN... BEN TENNYSON?"

To be continued...

Author's Note: "This story is a complete reimagination of the Ben 10 universe, which is why you'll see many new original characters alongside fan favorites like Manny and Darkstar. Their personalities and origins are slightly different here because I wanted to create something fresh while doing justice to the fanfic's tone.

It's inspired by the ultimate, grand-scale storytelling of DC and Marvel, but it holds its own dark and mature tone. Some language and twisted storylines appear sparingly, reflecting the serious nature of this universe and i just want support from you guys, i have fate in my story that i can build it to be something very grand and amazing to read and i just want your fate in me❤️with that "It's Hero Time!.

Also, a heads-up: although the series is called Ben 10, you haven't seen him much yet in Chapter 1. That's intentional — I'm building up the threat, introducing new characters, and setting the stage for the story. In this universe, Ben never removed the Omnitrix and has been working as a hero for 5–6 years since he got it at age 10."

[1] Commander verya is a female Tetramands(four arms species name) belonged to a Tetramands subspecies — an Andromedan offshoot with six eyes but only two arms, unlike the main species.

[2] Author’s Note: It’s a cybernetic robot with no official name, but everyone just calls him “Hey,” “Yo,” or whatever pops into their heads. He closely resembles a human and is designed to control and monitor all tasks and threats flawlessly. However, thanks to his self-learning program, our boy is now trying to understand humans better ,learning how to act, feel, and be more like one of us.

[3] The Sentials are a group of four individuals working under the Andromeda Galaxy Plumber Department. Each member possesses extraordinary abilities that far surpass those of any normal being.

[4] Author’s Note: Yes, this is the same Darkstar from the original series, but in my story, he has a different origin and personality but with little similarities resembling its original counterpart and he is the leader of sentinals here.

[5] Yes, this is the same Manny Armstrong — the half-human, half-Tetramand Plumber from the original Ben 10: Alien Force series. He first appeared fighting alongside Ben and his teammates Alan, Helen, and Pierce against the Highbreed. However, in this story, his background and role have been slightly reimagined to fit the narrative where he is also the member of sentinals.

[6] Fun remainder#2: It's the species name for four arms.

[7] fun remainder: It's ghost freak species name ; )

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