Challenge topic #17: Weapons
Character(s): Jack Fenton
Genre: General
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
A/N: I'm going to cheat a bit and split this up into a Challenge fic and an independent one-shot. It's just not ending where I thought it would. So please forgive me for making this short (and check-list like) and then go and read the split-off 'Jack Fenton's Son'. Up on Thursday, Nov. 4th.
The Fenton Ghost Portal (their first and finest invention to date), the Fenton Ghost Weasel, the Fenton Finder, Fenton Booooo-merang, the Fenton Ghost Catcher, Fenton Specter Deflector, and the Fenton Thermos (although he still wasn't sure how it worked). The Specter Deflector and the Fenton Ghost Shield.
He'd made the Fenton Grappler (Jazz still hadn't forgiven him for that one), the Fenton Ghost Fisher (also good for fishing), and the Fenton Ghost Gloves.
He'd broken new ground in the field of EVP recording and translation with his Ghost Gabber and Fenton Phones.
Transportation was no problem. He revolutionized wingless flight with the Specter Speeder (although he had yet to take it on the planned test-drive through the Ghost Zone.) He had a fully functional Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle, password protected, with an entire arsenal of ghost fighting weaponry and working portable class-C ghost shield of its own. He even had the Emergency Ops Center, able to defend the house from any sort of threat, ectoplasmic or other. It had radio center, weapon storage lockers, (and even a guest bedroom). The best feature, in his opinion, (aside from the emergency ham) was that in especially dangerous emergencies, it could detach itself from the roof and turn into a blimp or even a supersonic jet. The house itself was equipped with Fenton Works Anti-Creep Mode (specially installed after Jazz dated that biker punk who broke into the house. You can't be too careful when raising a teenage girl.)
He'd created so much offensive weaponry that the Fenton Weapons Vault was bursting at the seams, even with the equipment that would randomly go missing. He'd slapped his name on ghost fighting doodads of all types: Fenton Ghost Peeler, Fenton Foamer, Fenton Bazooka, Fenton Wrist Rays, and Fenton Double Bladed Ecto-Staff. He'd pioneered with the Jack o' Nine Tails, the Fenton Crammer, and the Fenton Wraith Wrangler. There were all the gadgets wired directly into the Fenton Jumpsuits. Heck, he even had a Fenton Anti- Creep stick. Maddie insisted it was just a bat with the name Fenton on it. He persisted that it was still in Beta. He even had a mostly functional Ecto-Skeleton before that ghost-kid stole it during that massive ghost invasion. He was so close to working out the kinks, too.
His eyes alight with enthusiasm, Jack sat himself down at his favorite workbench and began to think about his next weapon. He couldn't wait to see what today would bring.
A/N: Gah! I don't ever want to type Fenton that many times in a row ever again. Cannon items not mentioned in this story: the helmet for playing video games, the Ecto-Exodus Alarm, the Ecto-Converter, Ecto-Dejecto, the Fenton Flush on that clear containment cell, those ATV hover things in the Fenton Jet, the virtual reality helmet, gloves and boots Jazz used to workout, the quick-cooking, food-mutating hotdog thing in season one, and the Ecto-Stoppo-Power-ifier. Let me know if I've missed anything, I could really use the word count boost it would give me.