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Chapter Twelve: The Team
"Turner, what you are asking for is unacceptable!" thundered Jorgen.
"But it's for the safety of the world!" Timmy whined, "Come on, you've gotta have some kind of powerful magical weapons I can borrow!"
There was a pause.
"I'll give 'em back!"
Timmy and Jorgen were having a very awkward conversation in one of the toilet stalls in the heart of the Valiant.
"No," snarled Jorgen, "If it were anyone else, maybe, but never tiny Timmy Turner! You cannot be trusted with them!"
"Alright, fine," snapped Timmy, "Don't help me. But what're you gonna do when the world is destroyed, huh Jorgen? No world, no kids. No kids, no wishes. No wishes...well, then what do you do?"
There was a very long silence.
Finally, Jorgen narrowed his eyes.
"Just this once, Turner," he snapped, "But if anything happens to my stuff, I will make you sweep the whole of Fairy World...with a toothbrush."
"Noted," nodded Timmy, "What've you got?"
Dani, Chester and AJ were sitting on the edge of the bridge, watching Atkinson, Fury and the others talk about strategy and logistics and other boring things.
"Wow," said Chester, "I never thought saving the world would be so wordy."
The door opened suddenly, and Timmy ran inside, carrying a large crate.
"Guys, Jorgen gave me stuff! Pass it around!" he shouted.
"Who?" asked AJ.
"Uh...he's an...um...acquaintance," replied Timmy, quickly, "And he has magical tools we can use to fight the Warlord!"
"Magic?" quizzed AJ, sceptically.
"Seems legit," shrugged Chester.
Timmy dropped the box and opened it.
"Okay, Chester, you're first!" he said, pulling out an old suit of armour and a Roman-style helmet, "This is a suit of armour from the Ninth Legion, enchanted by some druids. It should be nearly impossible to damage it. Also, the Sword of Damocles. It's not actually magic but it is really cool."
Chester grabbed the sword and looked it over.
"It is, it is," he nodded, "This Jorgen guy has taste."
"AJ," continued Timmy, pulling out a trident and a blue cloak, "This is Trishula, Shiva's trident. You can throw it at anything and it always comes back to you. The cloak is the Falcon's cloak, and it lets you fly. Not for long though, just short bursts."
"Hmm...must have some kind of jetpack in it," mused AJ, looking over the cloak.
"And finally, Isis' staff," finished Timmy, handing the short staff to Dani, "It lets you heal."
"How do you know all this stuff?" asked Dani.
"I don't," replied Timmy, "I'm just repeating what Jorgen said."
"All hands, attention if you please."
Captain Richardson had just spoken into the ship's PA system.
Atkinson turned to Fury.
"It's all yours, if you please," he said.
Fury nodded, and walked over to the microphone.
"This is Director Nicholas Fury."
"In just a few minutes, Operation Kickback will begin. All of us – SHIELD, UNIT, RERE and civilian – will need to do our parts."
In the labs, Jimmy checked over his tornado blaster. Next to his, Doctor Thourrel fiddled with a knob, before nodding to Tony and motioning to a steel door.
"The Warlord thinks he has won. He thinks that we are going to lay down and let him take over our world. We are going to show him just how wrong he is."
Steve walked into the armoury of the Helicarrier, keying a number into a keypad. A metal safe opened, revealing his uniform and shield.
"We are going to take this fight right back to where it started. We are going to retake Amity Park, and we are going to kick his undead goons right back into the hellhole from which they came."
Timmy led Dani, Chester and AJ onto the flight deck of the Valiant, the latter two decked out in armour and cloak respectively. Around them, pilots were rushing through the storm to their planes, jumping into the cockpits.
"Many of us may not return. Many more have fallen already. Their sacrifice will not be in vain."
Behind them, Jimmy, Valerie, Jenny and Jazz emerged from the fog. Valerie was decked out in her armour.
"It is at times like this that I am reminded of the words of a great man."
Carl, Sheen and Patrick emerged behind them, looking a little bit nervous but determined nonetheless.
"I ask you to remember these words as you go into the night, into the darkest hour that comes before the dawn."
Jimmy picked up the pace, standing beside Timmy. The two glanced at each other for a second, then grinned and shook hands.
"If you are going through hell...keep going."
"What've we got?" asked Tucker.
"Well," shrugged Mikey, "I was thinking of making an anti-ghost homing missile system, but we didn't have any homing missiles in the lab. So I made this."
He showed Tucker a small tube with a bottle of ectoplasma sticking out of the side.
"It's a tube that sprays ectoplasma," he said.
Tucker, Mikey, Spongebob, Sandy and the rest of the students (and Lancer) were standing outside Casper High, waiting for Danny and Vlad to come back with the ghosts. It was twilight, and storm clouds were forming above them.
"It's bad enough that I have to fight these ghosts," sniffed Paulina, "But do I have to do it in the rain?"
"Oh, grow up," muttered Sam.
"Excuse me?" spluttered Paulina, "Do you have any idea who you're talking to, Manson! I haven't sat in a classroom full of low-class nerds and losers all day for you to tell me what to do! When my father hears about this, he's going to..."
"Shut up!" the entire group groaned.
Paulina pouted.
The door opened, and Danny and Vlad (now in Plasmius form) emerged from the building. Behind them, Skulker, Ember, Technus and a variety of other ghosts phased through the walls, floating towards the group and touching down dramatically.
"Would it kill you to use the door?" muttered Danny.
"We have to keep up appearances, child," snapped Technus.
"Where's Mayor Masters?" asked Mr. Lancer.
"Oh, he's making his way back to City Hall," replied Vlad, grinning smugly, "He said he needed to make sure everyone there had evacuated. Very noble of him, wouldn't you say?"
"Whatever you say, Plasmius," grunted Coulson, rolling his eyes.
"Alright guys," said Danny, "This is your last chance. If anybody wants to back out, now's your chance. We won't think badly of you."
"Mr. Fenton," snapped Mr. Lancer, "If I wanted to 'back out', I wouldn't be out here in the first place. You are my student and I will stand by you."
"You're Danny Phantom!" exclaimed Kwan, excitedly, "When am I ever gonna have the chance to help Danny Phantom again?"
"Beats the heck out of, like, laying down and dying," shrugged Star, "We're with you, right Paulina?"
"Anything for you, Phantom!" exclaimed Paulina, seeming to immediately forget her earlier complaints after Danny's appearance.
"We're with you until the end, Danny!" exclaimed Spongebob, Sandy giving a thumbs up.
"Do we even need to say anything?" asked Sam, grinning as Tucker put an arm around Danny's shoulder.
"Phantom?"
Danny jumped and turned around.
Jack and Maddie were standing at the end of the footpath leading to the road. Jack seemed to be reaching for a weapon, but Maddie was holding his arm.
"...so, are you here to help?" asked Danny, brightly.
Maddie stepped forward (although still motioning for Jack to stay still), slipping off her goggles. She looked Danny in the eye.
"I want the truth, Danny," she said.
Danny's eyes widened and he turned pale.
"I-I don't know wh-what you're talking about, Mo-Mad-Mrs. Fenton," exclaimed Danny, "I mean, unless you want to know if I work for the Warlord because I don't I mean..."
"You don't need to lie, Danny," replied Maddie, "I don't care if you're a ghost or a human or a werewolf, for heaven's sake. You are my son, and I love you whatever you are."
Danny was quiet for a few second, trying to force words through his mouth. Jack was glancing between his wife and Danny, the gears in his brain slowly beginning to turn.
"...you...you really mean that?" he breathed.
"Of course," said Maddie, a small smile crossing her face.
Danny looked over to Jack. His father had pulled his hand away from his belt and was slowly walking towards them.
"I'm sorry," whimpered Danny, "I thought...I was..."
"We're the ones that should be sorry, Danny," said Jack, putting a hand on his son's shoulder, "But we love you...and I am so proud of you."
Behind them, a teary Dash blew his nose on Kwan's sleeve.
"I'm half-ghost," admitted Danny, "I got zapped by the portal. I wanted to tell you, but I was just so scared and..."
"Isn't this just heart-warming?"
All eyes fell on the end of the street. The Warlord was standing in the road, his arms crossed, flanked by the Evil Syndicate and Napoleon. His army was formed up behind him.
"I should have known you'd return here," he snapped, "It is the only place you have left to go."
He cracked his knuckles.
"But I'm afraid this is where it ends, Danny Phantom," he said, "There is a kingdom to fight for – a throne to win."
He smirked, and the smile was deeply unnatural on his skull-like face.
"En garde."
I was going to have a 'Danny negotiates with ghosts' scene here, but I figured I'd leave it and just get straight to the point.