The roar of a jet engine echoed across a desolate canyon. Your sleek hovercraft flew across the pale orange glow of the setting sun casting long shadows over the rocky terrain. Your bounty had been detailed: Benjamin Tennyson, wielder of the Ultimatrix, a device of unfathomable power. The mission? Retrieve it at all costs. The reward? A fortune substantial enough to retire ten times over.

Tennyson had become a household name, a beacon of hope for some, but a target for others. His recent battles against Aggregor and the Forever Knights had escalated his notoriety. You were the latest in a long line of bounty hunters hoping to succeed where others failed. But then, a sudden spike on your scanner broke your focus. Scanning the horizon, there he was; a speck on the cliff edge, clad in his signature black-and-green jacket. His stance was casual, but you knew better than to underestimate him.

— Didn't think I'd need a dinner reservation. Ben called out, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

— You bounty hunters sure love the dramatic entrances.

Ben’s emerald eyes narrowed. He brought up his left wrist just enough to expose the Ultimatrix, your target. He tapped the device, and a holographic menu appeared.

— Let me guess, you want this too? But hey, maybe we can talk it out? Before I, you know...

His body shimmered, limbs elongating, his muscles growing exponentially larger. And soon, his head fired up, forming into the face of a giant tiger; piercing teeth, sharp eyes, and stripes of orange and black streaking across his large, transformed body. Before you, was now Rath, and at its center, remained the Ultimatrix.

— LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, BOUNTY HUNTER! Ben roared out in the form of the fearsome, and enhanced, Rath.