# BEN 10: ULTIMATE ALIEN
## "Blood and Stone"
### A Fan-Made Episode Script — Written in the style of Dwayne McDuffie
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**COLD OPEN**
**EXT. BELLWOOD — DOWNTOWN STREET — DAY**
*Ordinary Tuesday. Pigeons. A pretzel cart. Three yellow lights in a row.*
*BEN TENNYSON walks out of a Mr. Smoothy, double-fisting two large smoothies, earbuds in, completely unbothered by the universe.*
**BEN**
*(to himself, tasting the second one)*
Mango-kiwi. Okay. That's actually better than I expected.
*The ground SHAKES. Not an earthquake — too localized, too rhythmic. Each impact exactly four seconds apart.*
*BOOM. Four seconds. BOOM. Four seconds. BOOM.*
*Ben lowers his smoothies.*
**BEN (CONT'D)**
*(flat)*
Of course.
*Around the corner, a parking garage COLLAPSES inward on itself as a massive purple fist punches straight through its support column from the inside. Cars scatter. People run. A fire hydrant detonates under a falling slab.*
*And through the settling dust, stepping over the rubble like it's gravel on a sidewalk, comes KOLAR.*
*Eight feet tall. Four arms — each one built like a structural beam wrapped in purple stone. Spiked wrists. Eyes that glow green and cold. The Null Void's version of a bad mood made physical.*
**KOLAR**
*(scanning the street, voice like grinding rock)*
Tennyson.
*He says it like a period at the end of a sentence that was already over.*
**BEN**
*(setting his smoothies carefully on a nearby bench, sighing)*
I just got those.
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**ACT ONE**
**BEN**
*(slapping the Ultimatrix)*
You know, most people who want to find me just text.
**[TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE]**
*Green flash — white-out. When it clears, Four Arms stands where Ben was, double his usual size, four red fists already clenched.*
**BEN (AS FOUR ARMS)**
*(rolling all four shoulders)*
FOUR ARMS!
*(looking up at Kolar, genuinely unimpressed)*
You got bigger.
**KOLAR**
*(a beat)*
You did not.
*He swings.*
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*Four Arms catches the first blow on two crossed forearms. The impact sends a shockwave down the street — car windows popping, the pretzel cart flipping sideways.*
*Four Arms grins.*
**FOUR ARMS**
*(pushing back)*
Still got that telegraph. Right shoulder drops every time before—
*Kolar's second arm swings from below, a complete blindside, catching Four Arms across the jaw and launching him thirty feet backward through a parked delivery truck.*
*The truck folds in half.*
*Four Arms rises from the wreckage, shaking his head.*
**FOUR ARMS**
*(spitting, surprised)*
Okay. He's faster than he used to be.
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*Kolar doesn't wait. He's already moving — not charging blindly, but advancing with controlled, tactical aggression, cutting off Four Arms' angle of retreat on one side before swinging again.*
*Four Arms ducks, counters with a low double-punch into Kolar's midsection — lands it clean, both fists connecting solid.*
*Kolar grunts. Steps back. One step.*
**FOUR ARMS**
*(following up)*
There — right there—
*He presses the advantage, driving all four fists in a rapid combination — and Kolar absorbs it. All of it. Arms coming up to brace, redirecting each blow slightly, burning Four Arms' momentum without taking real damage.*
*Kolar grabs one of Four Arms' wrists mid-swing.*
*And squeezes.*
**FOUR ARMS**
*(through his teeth)*
That's — really — strong—
*Kolar hauls him off his feet with one hand like he weighs nothing.*
**KOLAR**
*(cold)*
The Null Void teaches patience, Tennyson. I had a long time to wait for this.
*He SLAMS Four Arms into the road.*
*The asphalt craters. A crater the size of a swimming pool opens under Four Arms' back.*
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*For a moment, Four Arms doesn't move.*
*Kolar watches. Waiting.*
*Four Arms' hand twitches.*
**FOUR ARMS**
*(groaning, from the crater)*
...Okay. I felt that.
*He pushes himself up, slowly, one arm at a time. Three of the four arms are shaking.*
**FOUR ARMS (CONT'D)**
*(standing unsteadily)*
You're stronger than before. You're faster than before. What did they feed you in there?
**KOLAR**
*(advancing)*
Nothing. That was the point.
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**ACT TWO**
*Four Arms charges — no finesse, just forward momentum, trying to get inside Kolar's range before he can generate full swing power.*
*He makes it.*
*For about four seconds, it works — rapid, short-range punches, forcing Kolar to defend rather than attack, keeping him off balance.*
*Then Kolar plants all four feet.*
*His lower arms grab Four Arms' legs.*
*His upper arms grab Four Arms' upper arms.*
*And he just... holds. Immovable. Like a wall that decided to fight back.*
**KOLAR**
*(without strain)*
Strength means nothing if you cannot move.
*He begins to compress.*
**FOUR ARMS**
*(straining, every muscle in every limb)*
Yeah — still — disagree—
*He drives his head forward — a headbutt that would floor most opponents.*
*Kolar doesn't flinch.*
**KOLAR**
*(faintly amused, in the way that isn't kind)*
Is that all?
*He SQUEEZES.*
*Four Arms shouts — not in defeat, in pure effort — and somehow reverses the grip for half a second, creating just enough space to jam both lower fists into the ground and LAUNCH himself upward and back, breaking the hold.*
*He lands thirty feet away, on both feet, barely.*
*Breathing hard now.*
*Really hard.*
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**FOUR ARMS**
*(panting, internal calculation running fast)*
Okay. Straight strength — he matches it.
*(beat)*
Speed — he's close enough it doesn't matter.
*(beat)*
Grappling — he wins.
*He looks at his four hands.*
**FOUR ARMS (CONT'D)**
*(quiet, honest)*
Four isn't enough.
*Kolar walks toward him. No rush. He knows he doesn't need to rush.*
**KOLAR**
The Omnitrix didn't save you then. It won't save you now.
**FOUR ARMS**
*(glancing down at the Ultimatrix symbol on his chest, then back up)*
It's the Ultimatrix. And I never said it was going to save me.
*He slaps the symbol.*
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**[ULTIMATE TRANSFORMATION SEQUENCE]**
*The Ultimatrix symbol on Four Arms' chest SNAPS OPEN — a sound like a gunshot echoing off every building on the street.*
*Mechanical petals deploy and lock around his already-massive frame. His body shifts — the purple-red of his hide deepening to something darker, denser, almost crystalline. His torso widens. His existing four arms thicken, each gaining additional plating and mass.*
*Then — from his sides — two more arms tear free of their own accord, fully formed, perfectly proportioned, spiked at the wrists, each one already curled into a fist.*
*Six arms. Total. All clenched.*
*His eyes ignite — not the usual warm orange, but a bright, focused amber.*
**BEN (AS ULTIMATE FOUR ARMS)**
*(voice deeper, resonant, each word landing like a weight dropped on concrete)*
ULTIMATE. FOUR ARMS.
*Kolar stops walking.*
*For the first time in this entire fight, he actually looks at something and recalculates.*
**KOLAR**
*(carefully)*
...That is new.
**ULTIMATE FOUR ARMS**
*(low, steady)*
Yeah. It is.
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**ACT THREE**
*Kolar swings first — a massive haymaker with his upper right arm, the same opening move as before.*
*Ultimate Four Arms catches it.*
*With one hand.*
*His expression doesn't change.*
**ULTIMATE FOUR ARMS**
*(quiet)*
I know your right shoulder drops.
*He drives his second arm straight into Kolar's body — a focused, economical blow that lands exactly where the armor is thinnest between the lower rib and the hip.*
*Kolar *moves.* Backward. More than one step.*
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*For the next twenty seconds, it is not a conversation.*
*It is a Tetramand with six arms fighting a Tetramand with four, and the math is simple and terrible.*
*Upper left catches Kolar's block. Lower right drives under it. Middle left locks his lower arm. Middle right drives upward into his jaw. Upper right pins his shoulder. Lower left hooks his ankle.*
*Every combination lands. Every counter is anticipated and redirected. Kolar is bigger. Kolar is stronger pound for pound. Kolar trained for years in the worst place in the known universe.*
*It doesn't matter.*
*Six arms mean two are always free.*
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*Kolar staggers, catching himself on the rubble of a collapsed wall.*
*Ultimate Four Arms stands in front of him, six arms hanging loose and ready.*
**KOLAR**
*(breathing harder than expected, voice stripped of its earlier certainty)*
You cannot hold this form forever.
**ULTIMATE FOUR ARMS**
*(calm)*
I don't need forever. I just need now.
*He steps forward — no charge, no lunge, just walking — and grabs Kolar with four arms while the other two find the exact pressure points in a Tetramand's shoulder joints that every doctor at Plumber HQ ever mentioned in any report Ben ever half-listened to.*
*He applies pressure.*
*Kolar's knees hit the ground.*
*Both sets.*
*He doesn't go down angry, or screaming, or dramatic. He goes down the way all truly dangerous things go down — quiet, controlled, refusing to admit it until the last possible moment.*
**KOLAR**
*(from the ground, gravel in his voice)*
...This is not over, Tennyson.
**ULTIMATE FOUR ARMS**
*(standing over him, reverting back to human mid-crouch as the Ultimatrix times out in a flash of green light)*
*(now Ben, small again, dusty, slightly bruised)*
...Probably not.
*A beat.*
**BEN**
*(reaching back, finding one of his smoothies somehow still intact on the bench behind him)*
But today it is.
*He takes a long sip.*
*Sirens close in from three directions. Plumber containment vehicles round the corner, lights flashing.*
*Ben watches them move toward Kolar's position, then looks at the destroyed street — crumbled garage, split road, flattened truck.*
**BEN (CONT'D)**
*(quiet, to no one in particular)*
I really liked that pretzel cart.
**FADE OUT.**
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*END OF EPISODE*
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