THIS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO READ. HELLO, EVERYBODY!
In the opening sequence of Ben 10, it shows Ben's first 10 aliens. So, you're supposed to know what all of them roughly look like in the very beginning, but you don't know their names. Because you glimpse of all of them in the series, I'll give you a glimpse, too. Here is a list of Ben's 10 ghost hero forms, listed under what they were called when they were in Danny Phantom, and the alien that they were modeled after from the original Ben 10 series. You'll find out later what Ben has named all of them.
1. Ghost Dog "Cujo" (corresponds to Wildmutt)
2. Behemoth (corresponds to Fourarms)
3. Skulker without his suit (corresponds to Gray Matter)
4. Johnny 13 and his motorcycle (corresponds to XLR8)
5. Technus (corresponds to Upgrade)
6. Skulker's suit (corresponds to Diamondhead)
7. Ectopus (corresponds to Ripjaws)
8. Youngblood's Skeleton Parrot (corresponds to Stinkfly)
9. Johnny 13's Shadow (corresponds to Ghostfreak)
10. Ember McLain (corresponds to Heatblast)
If you need a memory jog, just google-search their images!
Some of them didn't fit EXACTLY… like Stinkfly, or Ripjaws, but I tried my best and I'm proud of most of them. Another note: In Danny Phantom, ghosts could all fly, and all shoot laser beams, and all turn invisible and intangible. However, Ben's ghost forms can only use their specialized powers. Cujo can turn from a wee little dog into a giant dog, and aside from heightened senses as a dog, that's it; he can't turn intangible or fly. Behemoth is super-strong. No-suit Skulker is highly intelligent and great with mechanics like Gray Matter. Johnny 13 has his motorcycle that's so fast it's nearly invisible, like XLR8. Technus can control machinery like Upgrade. Skulker's mechanical suit is equipped with all sorts of weapons, and he can fly with his jetpack. The Ectopus is most effective in water. The skeleton parrot can fly like Stinkfly and can shape-shift into different animals. Johnny 13's shadow has the normal ghost powers, because he corresponds to Ghostfreak—flight, invisibility, and intangibility; but he is not effective in the light. And Ember has flames on her hair that she can shoot; she also has her guitar.
So, I tried my best. If you think of a ghost that fits a certain hero better, please, PM me! If I think I can work it in, I will definitely do so, and I will credit you immediately. I want the best possible work. That being said, I already have ghosts that correspond to the aliens that Ben obtains in the future. Some of them are very obvious fits, anyway, like Wildvine. That one's easy. So are Benwolf and Benmummy.
If you think of someone corresponding to these, you may also let me know: Cannonbolt, Benvicktor, Upchuck, Eye Guy.
Thank you for taking the time to read this message. I won't do this to you often :) Please enjoy!
-Cody
Ben flicked off the TV. "Did you hear that?" he announced. "That Inviso-Bill kid they've been talking about in Amity Park? He just had the mayor hostage a little while ago!"
"I know you've been practicing with that watch, Ben," Max said. "But it could still be very dangerous for you to confront a ghost straight-up like that. Especially this one. Sounds like he's got no morals, and no restraints. It's not like he'd go easy on you."
"But I've got superpowers!" Ben said. "Come on! I want a real fight! Both the robberies I stopped… that guy I saved back in Springfield… saving the people from that burning building… It's all been so easy. It's not even fun."
"Good health is one of the things I will often choose over fun," Max responded. "If we lived the opposite way, very few people would be eating vegetables."
"Um, exactly?"
"You'll understand when you're older," Max said.
"You'll understand when you've got superpowers," Ben said, tapping his watch.
Max sighed. "Let's not argue about this. We want to have fun. So we're headed to Washington D.C. now, right?"
"No! Let's go to Amity Park!" Ben said, hopping up and down behind Max.
"What? No!" Max said. "We're going to continue our summer trip. We're not picking a fight with some super-powered ghost kid."
"So it's dangerous to pick fights with super-powered ghost kids?" Ben asked, tapping on his watch again.
"I said, we're not picking this fight," Max said.
"No, we're not, I am!" Ben yelled, thrusting his arm in front of Max, who shouted and shoved it aside while adjusting the wheel to stay on the road. "I'm the one with the watch! I should be making the calls on when we do and do not help innocent civilians—which for me, will ALWAYS be a DO!"
"The police can handle this," Max said. "Or the—someone will. But not you. You don't know everything you're doing yet!"
"Fine!" Ben said, running to the door. "I'll go there myself! I can get there in ten minutes!" He popped up the dial on the watch. "See ya in a day or two—or you'll see me on the news, kicking the ectoplasm out of that—"
He stopped as the Rust Bucket veered sharply off the road and braked hard, halting on the grass as Max jumped out of his seatbelt in a swift and fluid motion, standing at his full height with an angry stare at his grandson.
"I said, it's a no," he said firmly. "You are NOT to head to Amity Park. I will not allow you to pull such a reckless move. Something is after you—the robot is evidence of that. Why would you put yourself in what may be the most visible place in the world right now? And another thing—you haven't seen this Inviso-Bill fight. You don't know how dangerous he is—or what he'd do to you if he won. I'd be willing to bet that, being a ghost, he's probably even less friendly than that robot."
Ben folded his arms, but he could see that his grandfather had a point. "Fine," he admitted. "I'll stick to burning buildings."
Max and Gwen raised an eyebrow.
"I mean, the ones that are already burning," Ben corrected. "Not like, burning the buildings. Burning buildings as in, buildings that have started burning on their own and probably won't stop."
"Okay."
Max turned, but looked over his shoulder at his grandson again; then he strapped himself back in and started the Rust Bucket.
"I need a new book to read," Max said, pulling up at a convenience store. "And I'll let you kids get whatever you want from the store as long as it totals under five dollars each for you guys."
"Can do," Ben said. Then his eyes lit up as he espied a sign on the window of the shop. "Hey! They sell the cereal here!"
"The cereal," Gwen repeated. "How descriptive."
"The cereal with the Sumo Slammer cards inside!" Ben called triumphantly. "I'm going in!"
He rushed into the store, and Gwen and Max followed shortly behind.
Gwen sifted through some pretty-looking jeweled bracelets, but dropped them all in shock when she heard the mechanical sound and saw the green flash of the watch being activated. She gasped and turned around, then rushed to the end of the aisle and looked down the other end to find a very tiny green creature ripping apart boxes of cereal.
An employee looked down the aisle from the other end, screamed when he saw Ben, and ran the other way, screaming for the manager.
Gwen let out an exasperated "Ugh!" and threw her hands at the sky. She ran and grabbed Ben around the waist. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uh, looking for the Gold Sumo Slammer card, duh," he responded. "Should be in at least one of these boxes… I know they don't have a ton of boxes here, it's just a convenience store, but let me go and I can search the rest…"
"Are you insane?" Gwen said. "Someone has to pay for all this! Look at the damage you did!"
"That's the weird frog-thing I saw!" said a shaky voice behind Gwen. She turned to look at the manager and the pale-faced squeamish employee, who screamed again at the sight of Ben and then took off.
The manager stared for a moment at the creature in Gwen's hand, and then she threw it over a shelf and yelled, "Uh, get away from these cereal boxes, um, you weird frog-thing!"
Ben landed on the other side of the wall, and dashed into a shelf to hide as the manager looked down the aisle. He squeezed on through to the next aisle and then into a crevice in between cleaning equipment, and waited for the watch to wear off.
Minutes passed, and then he heard a shout from behind the next shelf.
"Give me all of your books!"
He peered through the shelves to see a pudgy, bald man pointing a strange-looking gun-like machine at the cashier, who had his hands in the air.
"Th-The books are down that way, to the left," said the nervous cashier, pointing.
"Then give them to me!"
"Do you—want me to go get them…?"
"No! You move, I fire!"
"Then you have to go get them, sir… they're over there."
"I'm not falling for your tricks," said the bald man. "You'll ambush me if I turn around!"
"Then if I can't get you the books, and you can't get them, I don't know why you're still yelling at me," the cashier said meekly.
"You're making fun of me!" screamed the man. "Do you know who I am?"
The cashier shook his head.
"I'm Dr. Lancer!" the man shouted. "I should have gotten the Nobel Peace Prize for my work!" He waved his gun-like contraption around. "It's got the power to bring together countries… nations… worlds!" He stroked the barrel. "I need these books so that I may study their authors and calibrate my machine to produce the most moving literary works the world has ever seen! People will read my books and turn to peace and love! So give me my books or I'll smash your head in!"
Dr. Lancer hadn't noticed the tiny Ben crawl up to his leg. Ben grabbed the pant leg and started crawling his way up towards the machine that Lancer was holding; he shrieked when he noticed the creature on him, and whacked it off. Ben flew through a hole in the shelves.
"You've got attack frogs?" Lancer shouted. "You'll pay for that trick!" His machine whirred and buzzed as it loaded itself.
"What are you even saying?" shouted the cashier, glancing from side to side to see if help was coming.
A bright flash of light burst from the end of Lancer's weapon, and struck the cashier right in the chest. His eyes rolled up momentarily, and he collapsed behind the register. Then he shook his head, rubbed it with his hand, and stood up again. He looked at his arms and felt his chest, and stared back at Lancer, confused. And then he spoke:
"Oh devious villain, bald and pudgy one,
What has thy foul mechanism done?"
Ben watched behind the shelf and raised an eyebrow. What the heck was the rhyming for?
"This is my Shake Spear!" Lancer announced, holding it up. "You are now irreversibly forced to speak in rhymed iambic pentameter, the verse most commonly associated with one William Shakespeare!"
The cashier looked up at the sky and raised an arm in a most clichéd and overdramatic fashion.
"Wherefore have I incurred this glum event?
I muse at where my cultured accent went."
"It works most beauteously!" Lancer exclaimed, and jumped with glee. He turned to the bookshelves and whipped out a bag, then stomped over to them and started shoveling the books in.
At that moment, Ben's watch started beeping; he burst back into his human form in a wave of green light, and then charged at the strange character who was robbing the convenience store in plain daylight.
He grabbed a broom from the aisle he left, and whapped it hard against the man's face. Lancer keeled over into the book shelf, knocking many of the books over.
"Foolish boy!" he yelled, leaping up. "What is your motive for silencing my art?"
"Robbing a convenience store isn't exactly what I'd call art," Ben said.
"You are a ten-year-old child!" Lancer screamed, spittle flying from his mouth. "How could you understand the philosophers Bentham and Mill and the utilitarian ends-based principles of ethics? The world will forgive me for this, when the revelation occurs of the work that I've done! And that is worth murdering for! I've been considering myself lucky that so far, all that's been necessary is a little small-time crime!"
"You lost me at murdering," Ben said, and ran forward with his broom again.
Lancer aimed his weapon, but Ben dodged the light blast and smacked Lancer again with the broom. Lancer picked up the gun again, but Ben knocked it away and went to swing again.
Lancer grabbed the broom and wrenched it from Ben's grip, sending the boy tumbling to the ground. Lancer raised the broom as if to strike at Ben's face—but as Ben prepared for an impact, Lancer used it for a long-distance retrieval of his own weapon.
Ben got up to run, but Lancer prepared faster than he thought, and Ben was struck in the back by a blast as he was about to round a corner.
"You cannot stop me!" Lancer announced, sweeping a few books into his pack with the broom. "I hope you enjoy your new tongue. You're a poet and you didn't even know it!" He cackled and raced out.
Ben rubbed his hand through his hair as he sat up; Gwen and Max rushed to his side. "Ben! Are you all right?" Gwen demanded.
Ben nodded and spoke.
"I feel no pain; my thoughts though tend to fear
That there is worse than body damage here."
His hand clamped over his mouth, and his eyes widened as Max and Gwen exchanged a glance.
