Chapitre 5: CHAPTER 5: MASTER CONTROL
Ben landed his ship on Galvan Prime. There was a heavy thud as the ship collided to the ground. He still wasn't the best of pilots. That was the sort of thing Rook or Kevin handled most of the time. Exiting out of the cockpit Ben took a deep breath of the marshy air of Galvan Prime. Technically speaking this was Galvan Prime Mark 2. The original homeworld of the Galvans had been destroyed in the High Breed war so many years ago. But the Galvan species was surprisingly resilient for their small size. Within months they had terraformed the barren planet into a near ecological mirror of their original homeworld. If Ben hadn't known better he would have said it was the same planet.
But the beauty of the swampy planet didn't distract him for long unfortunately. With a somber gaze Ben trudged forward, making his way towards the prime thinker's residence. He had come here for a purpose, to see Azmuth. Ben's relationship with the elderly creator of the Omnitrix had always been strained. Even after 8 years and evidence to the contrary, Ben still felt as though part of Azmuth would always be disappointed in the way he was using his creation. Recently, Ben could only agree with those thoughts himself. The Tragedy of the Tragulon still weighed heavily on his mind, even though it had been more than a month.
He still felt responsible for all of those lives lost. He had replayed the events of that day over and over in his head multiple times. Each time he devised a new strategy using his alien forms that could have saved them. He was supposed to be the greatest hero in the universe. But he had failed, he had let them down. The guilt was slowly eating him alive. But there was no going back to save them now. As hard as it was for him to accept that fact, he needed to move forward. And it was for that reason that he needed to see Azmuth. If he couldn't convince him today then the rest of his plan would fall apart. Simply put, Azmuth was the lynch pin in his plan. And Ben was prepared to do whatever it took to convince him.
As Ben neared Azmuth's research lab, his attention was caught by a pair of Galvan guards stationed on a waist high tower. The guards were waving him down and calling his name. No doubt they were going to tell him that Azmuth was too busy for an audience. That's what they always said after all. Azmuth was always busy. Deciding to humor them nonetheless he made his way over to the guard tower.
"Master Tennyson, I am sorry but if you've come to see Prime Thinker Azmuth he is unfortunately…" The guards began. However Ben cut them off with a wave of his hand.
"Look I get it, Azmuth is busy. He's always busy. And I know you guys are just trying to do your jobs and I can respect that. But here's the thing: What I've come here to do today is possibly the most important thing in my life and could very well affect the fate of the universe. So I'm going to give you two options. You can either try to stop me and fail, or you can call in to Azmuth to let him know I'm coming." Ben said seriously.
The two Galvan guards glanced at each other nervously. An unspoken agreement was made and they looked back towards Ben and nodded. Ben thanked them and went on his way. It didn't take him long to reach Azmuth's laboratory. It was a large domed structure, but still too small for Ben to fit inside in his human form. As he approached the laboratory he saw Azmuth exit out on a floating platform. Without any preamble the galvan floated up to Ben's eye level. He never did allow himself to be talked down to.
"Benjamin," Azmuth's raspy voice croaked out. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Azmuth's voice was clipped and although polite, Ben could tell he was barely tolerating the human's presence. It was probably best to make this quick then.
"I know you're busy, and I'm sorry for interrupting you. But there's something serious I need to discuss with you." Ben said as formally as possible.
"My boy, your definition of serious and my definition of serious are often in different dictionaries. So you might as well spill it and tell me what you want." Azmuth said again still impatient. Ben took a deep settling breath before speaking.
"I need you to unlock the Master Control of the Omnitrix for me." Ben requested seriously.
"Absolutely not." Azmuth replied with barely a moment's thought. "Now if that is all I have work to return to." Azmuth said and began to float back into his laboratory. However he was stopped short by a large hand placing itself in his path.
"See I knew you would say that. Can you at least hear out my reasoning before you make such a snap decision? Please Azmuth I'm begging you." Ben pleaded.
Azmuth looked at the hand before him and then glanced back upwards at Ben's face. There was something different there this time around. A desperation of sorts was hidden behind his expression. Unlike the other times Ben had come asking for the Master Control, this time he seemed truly desperate. Azmuth sighed and floated back up to Ben's face.
"You have five minutes." Azmuth said with resignation.
"Okay, okay so, I'm sure you've already heard the news about the Tragulon right?" Ben began.
"No, unlike most people my work keeps me too busy to be distracted by something as trivial as 'news'. So what is this Tragulon anyway?" Azmuth replied. Ben looked slightly surprised before a dark expression came over his face. He clenched his fists and turned his head to the side as he recalled the events of that day.
"The Tragulon was a galaxy cruise ship. I was on board when Vilgax decided to attack. 136 people died. All because I wasn't good enough." Ben spoke softly. There was a brief pause between the two as Azmuth processed the words. Finally he spoke in a gentler voice.
"I'm… sorry to hear that Ben. But as much as I've disparaged you in the past, I know for a fact that you didn't simply let those people die. If anything you should be going after the perpetrator Vilgax." Azmuth said.
"I already have. I captured him and he's going away for a long time. But the thing is, even though I've gotten my revenge, there's still this, hole in my chest. I know you Galvans aren't big on the whole emotions thing so I won't even try to describe it. But the only thing I can think of to try and make it better, is to make sure it never happens again. So that's the reason I want the master control. I know you probably think I'm not ready for it or whatever. And I know you don't always agree with how I've been using it." Ben stopped to look at Azmuth, who surprisingly was paying apt attention. With a deep breath Ben continued.
"You told me once that you designed the Omnitrix to be a tool of peace. That it was created to allow someone to walk a mile in another lifeform's shoes, so to speak. If I'm going to master the Omnitrix, if I'm going to be the best hero I can be, then I need to know what it's like to be each and every alien in there. So please, I'm begging you Azmuth. Let me have the master control, so that I can be better." Ben finally said.
A moment of silence passed between the two. Azmuth rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and then scratched his head in agitation. Seconds seemed to turn to minutes as Ben watched Azmuth clearly deliberating with himself. Finally with a heavy sigh, Azmuth looked Ben in his eyes.
"Ben, as much as I would like to help you, your plan is simply illogical." Azmuth began and Ben frowned. "There are over a million species contained within the omnitrix. It would be impossible for you to live through each of them in sufficient time. It would take a lifetime, several of your human lifetimes even. I'm sorry but I can't give you the master control with a half cocked idea such as that." Azmuth stated. To his surprise however Ben simply smiled.
"Oh you don't have to worry about that part Azmuth. I've already got it all figured out." Ben said with his usual cocky smirk. Despite his skepticism Azmuth couldn't help but to smirk back.
"Well then please enlighten me." He spoke. Over the course of the next half hour, Ben explained every step in his grand and ambitious plan. Azmuth even began suggesting input and ideas to further refine the plan. By the end of their discussion they were both in full agreement.
"Let me see the Omnitrix." Azmuth commanded. Ben held out his wrist with a smile on his face. Azmuth floated up to the device and began fiddling with it. He pressed the buttons in a certain sequence and turned the main dial. Once he was seemingly complete Azmuth spoke aloud.
"Omintrix, unlock Master Control for current user. Creator Code Alpha – 1 – 1." Azmuth said. The watch beeped and glowed a bright green color for a second before it faded away.
"Master Control unlocked." The watch beeped back. Ben couldn't help the huge grin that appeared on his face.
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