Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26892768-20190515161558/@comment-26892768-20190517014815

"You'd be surprised how durable people can be when they want to be a thorn in your side." Foxglove remarks, her one empty eyesocket glowing brightly behind it's black glass cover. "Now then..."

She steps in front of the crater made by the explosion, the glow of her eye socket intensifying, and fires a large prismatic laser from it, helping to speed up the process.

Nimona snaps to attention, having been vacantly staring off into space as she questioned what the hell they were talking about. "Oh! Yeah, it was this."

She points to the ring. "Told me - well, not exactly told, it's...hard to explain - to gather the calvary to help another guy with one of these out...I think? It was annoyingly vague."

And a good deal behind the Mechamorph ship is the Proto-TRUK, keeping an eye on it at a distance.

Rook, in the driver's seat, looks at Ben as he turns the holographic dial of the Omnitrix.

"Ghostfreak...Buzzshock...Big Chill..." Ben mutters under his breath.

"Trying to select an alien?" Rook asks.

"Yeah...think I'm going with AmpFibian." Ben nods, letting the cover of the Omnitrix move aside as he holds one hand over the actual window of the Omnitrix. "I mean, the guy I got him from was able to read minds by sensing electrical pulses or whatever, so might as well try it out, right?"

"Actually, reading the minds of other beings is a technique that only the most skilled of Amperi can pull off; I do not think-" Aaaaaand Ben already slammed down on the Omnitrix, enveloping his body in a green flash...

Then the now-alien sighs.

"Seriously?" Ben is now a short, red, spiky humanoid, dressed in a black and green aviator outfit. This is not AmpFibian, but rather, Jury Rigg. "Whatever, I can make this work! Just need to get a few parts..."

The look on Rook's face can best be described as pure horror as the Planchaküle laughs maniacally and dives into the back of the Proto-TRUK.