Meanwhile, deep in space aboard the Crossfire Collective's warship, the alien leader brooded over a holographic map of the galaxy. His top lieutenants gathered around him.

"Our forces are in place, my lord," one of the lieutenants reported. "The final phase is ready to begin."

The leader, known as Rakon, narrowed his glowing eyes. "Good. The Omnitrix will soon be mine, and with it, the power to reshape the universe. But we cannot afford any more failures. Tennyson has become a greater threat than anticipated."

One of the lieutenants, a towering brute named Kaelak, stepped forward. "Leave Tennyson to me. I will crush him personally."

Rakon smiled, baring his sharp teeth. "See to it that you do. The fate of the Collective—and the galaxy—depends on it."