"Ben Tennyson." The upside-down man in the straightjacket smiled at the monitor as he watched Ben and the remaining mercenaries walk into the main control room. "Over one hundred times have your enemies attempted to defeat you for good. While most flat-out failed, others claimed short-lived victory. Some were only defeated via sabotage from within. Either way, they always loose in the end." His cloth tentacles lifted himself off his hook and carried him over to a canister containing a glowing blue fluid and a artificially constructed fetus. He walked to a control panel on the pod and entered a code before a microphone popped out. "Initiate artificial aging on specimen A-001. Prime directive: Collect combat data. Hehehe."

"Artificial aging in-progress. Uploading prime directive." responded the computer.

The man laughed as he witnessed the fetus rapidly age in the pod, imputing the three materials he had collected from the three dimensions: Life Fibers were sewn into its muscles at the infancy stage. At the artificial age of two years, australium was injected into the bloodstream. Finally, at the artificial age of 20, the nanites were inserted in his veins. The creature was then aged ten more years.

"Artificial aging complete." the pod was drained of the fluid as the umbilical cord was severed. The creature opened its' eyes and smashed the pod open as it walked to its' master. It was absolutely massive in both size and muscle. The skin was red from the life fibers with gold veins from the australium. The humanoid wasn't wearing clothes, but it's lack of genitals rendered clothing pointless.

"Yessss" the man rubbed his hands together as he smiled with wicked glee. "Specimen A-001, What is your prime objective?"

"To collect battle data for the evolutionary improvement of future specimen generations." It said in a robotic, monotone voice.

"And how, perchance, will you complete your objective? Hmm?"

"Objective one; locate Benjamin Kirby Tennyson. Objective two; attack Benjamin Kirby Tennyson. Objective three; allow Benjamin Kirby Tennyson to destroy specimen A-001. Final objective; send tactical battle analysis to main computer to be used for the modification of next-generation specimen A-002."

The man extended a cloth over to his main computer and typed in a command to open a portal to the TF2 universe. "That scientist Bertron was a genius when he created doomsday in the DC universe. But unlike him, I have made your mind independent from future specimen!" A portal opened in front of the specimen. "Rather than uploading the cause of death into their memories, I will simply upload the appropriate countermeasures into their subconcious instinct!" The creature slowly walked up to the portal. "With every death, my army grows stronger! So fight as hard as you can, Ben Tennyson! AND BUILD ME THE PERFECT ARMY! Hhmmhmhmhmhmhahahahahaha! AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Okay, go have fun." The creature stepped through the portal and it closed. "You only win because your enemies underestimate you. But I. NEVER. Underestimate."

Ben and the remaining seven mercenaries approached the door marked 'control room'. The omnitrix-wearer cycled through the aliens until he got the one he wanted and slammed on the dial. There was a flash of green, and standing in the human's place was Ben's Talpaedan form; Armodrillo. He turned to the crew "Okay guys," He held up his fist and activated his drill hand "You know the drill. Get in there, capture the administrator, and make sure this factory never works again. Any questions?"

Spy cleared his voice. "Yes, actually. Are we not trying to kill the Administrator?"

"Uh… I'm not so comfortable with the whole 'killing' thing. But you can do whatever you want when I'm gone, 'kay?"

Heavy nodded. "I like this. You want to be better than evil men, so you do not kill like them, da? You have Heavy weapons guy's respect, Ben Ten."

"Ahem!" The scottish cyclops spoke up. "If yer done with the whole 'respect' thing, can we stop the bloody villain on the other side a' that door already?!"

"You got it!" Engie looked at the keypad that was keeping the door locked. "This looks pretty complex, but I can get this door open in a few minutes if I-"

BAM

Armodrillo punched the steel doors off its hinges. "Or we could just knock."

"That works."

"Now, Administrator!" Ben walked through the door and into a room filled with screens and buttons in front of a large chair. He walked up to it. "Now, we can do this the easy way," He grabbed the side of the char and spun it around. "Or we can-"

BAMM!

Armodrillo was thrown across the room and into the wall. "What the…?" Once his head stopped spinning, he saw what had attacked him. "You're not the administrator!"

"Vat vas your first clue?!" Exclaimed the medic as he fired a his syringe gun at the thing. The other mercenaries did the same, but to no effect.

The creature only turned to face the mercs and said "This does not concern you. Leave immediately, and you will all be spared."

"I've got a better idea!" Armodrillo pressed the omnitrix and transformed into Shocksquatch "How about ya pick on someone your own size, eh?" He charged up his electric fur and threw a punch at the creature… Which died instantly, its brain having been fried. "Huh… That was anticlimactic, eh?"

Deadpool appeared "Yeah! It's almost as if the author wrote the start of this chapter, forgot about it for a few months because of school and other projects, and just tried to wrap it all up so he could release it and move on to the next chapter! (By the way, next universe is little witch academia! Ben's gonna appear right as the bots Croix's bots go cuckoo!) And now, SKIPPING TO THE END!" Deadpool pulled out a big red skip button and pressed it.

Ben, rook and kevin were waving to the mercs as the Proto-Truc flew into the dimensional rift. "Well, that was fun." Ben said as he leaned back in his seat. "Can't wait until next time we-"

SPLAT!

"WHAT THE-?!" Rook exclaimed as a green slime suddenly covered the windshield just as it entered their home dimension.

"WOAH!" Kevin jumped a bit. "Does this happen often, Tennyson?"

"No! This is the first- Wait a minute… I'd recognize that snot-rocket anywhere! Quick! Land this thing!" Rook landed and Ben leaped out of the back, running to the front. "Skurd! Is that you?!"

The slime reformed into the slimebiote and shook a tendril at ben "Watch where you're dimension-hopping you- Ben Tennyson?! Is that you, my boy? Why, it's been nearly 5 billion years! How are you doing?"

Ben smirked "Never better! Why don't we catch up sometime?" He held out his omnitrix-clad arm. "Maybe over lunch?"

Skurd leaped onto his watch, the omnitrix insignia returning to his forehead. "You know me so well, Benny boy."

Deadpool appeared once more "And so, by deus ex machina, skurd returned and now the author can properly write the next chapter. Should come out between now and christmas. Goodnight everybody."