Ben marked the Mirefruit Cluster in his notes, tagging it with a bright red warning symbol and a new classification: Potential Weapon Material.
If the fruit's acid was potent enough to melt Krell bone—and give him the worst stomachache of his life—it could definitely be refined into something useful. A poison, maybe. Or better yet, a gas.
He made a mental note to try extracting the juice, then running a few tests: exposure to open air, burning it for vapor, maybe even combining it with other poisonous plants they'd found. This time, though, there'd be no eating tests.
He'd just use one of his disposable appendages, collect the data, and lop the limb off once the test was done. Pain-free, mistake-proof. Hopefully.
As for the monster they face. They were many types, but nothing that One or the Krell soldiers couldn't handle.
Still, Ben had noticed something else. All of them were armored. Scales, plates, carapace, even the smaller ones had some form of protection.
