Author's Note: Sorry about the wait. Been very busy with other things. Hope update much more often during the summer.

Somewhere Deep in the Ghost Zone

Technus sat at the controls as he drove the assault train through the zone. Their destination had just appeared on the radar. He adjusted the vehicle's course to match. "Master, we will be within striking range of the prison in just ten minutes."

"Maintain current speed!" Plasmus walked toward the forward view screen. The collection of buildings was surrounded by a large metal wall composed of the rare alloy called Nith. Nith was one of the few substances that ghost couldn't pass through. He chuckled as the prison's image grew as they got closer. "Walker's Ghost Prison, the only true source of order in the Ghost Zone."

"Are you sure about this my lord?" Red appeared next to Plasmus. "The prison has stood firm for centuries. The prison is not only protected by a wall, but also a small army of powerful ghost. Plus there is also the warden. He is rumored to be one of the original elder ghosts."

The elder ghosts had been a group of powerful ghost that had organized the zone into a place of peace and order. They had been wiped out long ago and the zone had change to what it is today. Plasmus's eyes narrowed at the possibility. "Do you believe these rumors?"

"I am considered one of the oldest ghost still around." Red sighed. "Walker and his prison were here in the zone long before I came to be."

"I see." Plasmus turned from the screen and walked to the back of the command room. "I will have to tread carefully when I confront him."

"No one has ever stood up to Walker and survived."

Plasmus laughed. "But I have a trump card." He patted a long and thin wooden box he had brought onboard. "It took years and millions of dollars, but I have my equalizer. You and the others handle the secondary business, leave Walker to me!"

An alarm went off and the lights turned red. Technus turned from the controls. "The prison is now in range."

Plasmus opened the box. "Begin."

Besides the main engine, there were three cars that made up the train. The caboose of the train exploded apart and several missiles lashed out and flew at the prison. Most of the missiles impacted the wall and ripped it apart. The remaining ones managed to fly into the prison and blasted apart a few of the buildings. Ghost prisoners flooded the main yard in the center of the prison. The third car's roof opened and ten cylinder pods shot out of it. They landed in the yard and slid open. Each contained a small array of anti-ghost weapons. The prisoners were quick to grab what they could and open fire on the approaching guards. With the first two packages delivered, the second car fell apart and reviled a large hover tank. The tank powered on and was launched from the train. It shot through the hole in the wall and opened fire with its large main gun. The blasts from the cannon ripped holes into the remaining buildings and released more prisoners. As guards began to fly toward it, the tank sparked and transformed into a ten foot tall robot with a skull like face and a glowing green Mohawk. The tank's main gun attached to the robot's right arm. From inside, Skulker smiled.

"Now this is hunting."

From his office, Walker stood at his desk and pounded on the intercom buttons. "What is going on out there?" All he could hear was the explosions and shouting from outside. He grabbed his hat and started for the door. He stopped when a shadow appeared in his doorway. "Who are you?" The shadow walked into the light and Walker instantly recognized him. "Vlad Plasmus."

Plasmus smiled. "I am happy to hear that tales of my glory has been recognized even this far out."

"More like tales of lunacy. The Ghost Zone is chaotic enough without your mad grab at power."

"It is much more than an attempt my dear warden." Plasmus's eyes sparkled. "Much more."

"All I see is a another would be conquer who will collapse under the weight of his own ego. I've seen it hundreds of times and you know what happened to all of them?" Walker tapped the top of his desk. "They all ended up here. Rulers of nothing save their tiny cells for the rest of eternity."

"Then you can appreciate the irony that my rise to power will begin here."

"Your seem pretty sure of yourself, punk. Considering your standing in the middle of my prison."

Plasmus chuckled and held up a long item wrapped in purple cloth. "Oh I am well aware of my standing right now." He began to unwrap the item. "In terms of age, I might as well still be in diapers compared to you." The cloth fell away and reviled the item to be a slightly curved sword with a three foot long blade. "And the fact you are more powerful than I currently am has not escaped me. But, I did bring an equalizer."

Walker glanced at the strange blade. His face didn't shift. "That little knife is supposed to scare me?"

"I am not surprised to see you don't know this weapon. This fine sword was forged on Earth, not the Ghost Zone. A piece of the power left over from the creation of the Ghost Zone managed to find its way to Earth ended up in a land called Ireland. The land was plagued by a terrible creature known as a banshee. The banshee had a powerful wail that broke even the strongest men to pieces." He chuckled. "Often literally." Plasmus pointed the blade at Walker. "A man, whose name is lost to history, found the piece of power and forged it into the blade you see before you. He hunt the creature down and plunged it into the creature's heart. But rather than kill the creature, the blade absorbed it. Thus the Banshee Blade was born."

"The point of that little story was?"

"This!" With a slight flick of his wrist, a loud wail issued from the sword like a shockwave. It hit Walker and slammed into his desk. The desk then shattered under the force of the wail. "I like it when my enemies know exactly how I defeated them. Makes it much more enjoyable."

Walker struggled to find his footing. He felt like layers of his very being had been slowly torn away from along with a portion of his power. "What was that?"

"What?" Plasmus gave the sword a light swing and another wail sent Walker into one of the walls. "Oh that!" Plasmus chuckled. "The power of the banshee is locked in this blade. I am able to unleash it with the slightest motion of my arm." He walked over to another wall that was covered in weapons and trophies that Walker had gathered from his prisoners. His eyes landed on a large sword sealed in a glass case. The blade was solid black save for green glowing cracks all along it. They pulsed like glowing veins. "Ah, just what I came for." Plasmus shattered the case with his fist and grabbed the handle.

"Not on my watch!" Walker pushed himself up. "I will commit myself to oblivion before I let you have that sword." His hands pulsed with white energy. He fired two white beams of intense light at Plasmus.

Plasmus brought up The Soul Shredder to block and both beams hit the blade. The cracks on the blade glowed brighter and absorbed the beams of light. Green tendrils of light snaked out from the handle of the sword. They implanted themselves into his wrist. Instead of pain, Plasmus felt a wave of warmth as the energy from Walker's attack was transferred to him. "So the legend of sword is true." He swung The Banshee Blade as hard as he could. The wail issued from it was so intense, that the wall behind Walker crumbled and he was blasted out of the office.

Out in the yard, the fighting stopped as Walker landed in the middle of it. Guards and prisoner ghosts turned and saw Plasmus float over the fallen warden. In the entire history of The Ghost Zone, Walker had never been challenged.

Red landed on a nearby roof, overlooking the scene. He cupped his hands over his mouth to amplify his voice. "Behold the future ruler of The Ghost Zone. The most powerful ghost to ever exists, Vlad Plasmus."

Skulker pushed himself through the crowd. He raised his hand and began to chant. "Plasmus." At first he was alone, but then a few other ghosts joined him. Soon the few had become a wave that filled the prison. Walker's stone face broke when he saw every prisoner and a few of his guards were chanting Plasmus over and over.

Plasmus simply laughed as he let the glory of the chant wash over him.

A few minutes later, Plasmus and his team were on the train and heading back home. Red had waited from his master to stop admiring his new sword before stepping forward to speak. "I apologize for doubting you. Not only do you have the most powerful ghost weapon in existence. Almost all the ghosts in the prison are ready to pledge themselves to your service."

"Merely icing on the preverbal cake, Red. The additions to my forces, while welcome, was not a part of my master plan."

"The sword then?"

"The sword is simply a key." Plasmus glanced up and smiled at Red's confusion. "One of three pieces that will unlock the ultimate power."

Red suddenly realized what Plasmus was talking about. "That power has been lost for millennia."

"And soon it will rest in my hands. I will gain the power that brought The Ghost Zone and all the realms of existence to its knees." He stood up. "The power of the first, last and only ghost king ever to live, Pariah Dark."