Man, it has been a while. Sorry about that, just working on things. I'll try and get more out soon.

Warning: AU AU AU! There is severe AU ahead!

This will be very, very bad. As in, WAR bad. People will die. I should probably change the fic to M, just for this chapter. I also may offend some country's, so there's that.

Also, pretty direct crossover with Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare; which I don't own.

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Life was good for 17-soon-to-be-18-year-old Danny Fenton. The ghosts had slowed down, his family had a truce with Phantom, and Sam was his girlfriend. Things were the best they had ever been.

Then the bombs dropped.

War had broken out. Precise missile strikes were launched, somehow getting passed the United States defenses, and detonated on D.C. and New York. Millions died, and the country was put into chaos in a matter of hours.

Other country's were hit just as hard; France, Germany, Japan, Russia, the list was too high to count. It was an unprecedented terrorist attack on an unimaginable level.

The attackers were a terrorist organization, mainly opposed by a Mega-Corporation Private Military; very expensive mercenaries called Atlas Corporation. After several attacks, they attempted to cause meltdowns on Americas nuclear reactors. They failed, but gained some kind of cloaking tech to hide their long range missiles.

The first months were grueling, the world seemed sad. Danny, especially, was miserable; his more subtle ghost powers, empathy, emotion sensing, made it almost physically painful for a few weeks, until he adapted. After that it was anxiety that kept him awake at night.

Danny wasn't dumb. He knew what was going to happen. More and more people were enlisting, more and more going off to war. Soon enough, Danny would have to go, and he was terrified. He knew he would live, his ghost powers had grown very strong even in his human form, but he didn't want to fight humans. He was a put-them-in-jail guy, not a shoot-kill-gun guy!

Only time would tell, what the future would bring.

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Vlad was incensed! He expected something like this, but not on this scale! It was annoying, having to reconfigure his other schemes. (Oh, Daniel, why do you think I am only focused on you?) It wasn't too much of a hassle, just moving some cargo here to there, sending a troop load of his own private forces to reinforce somewhere; surprisingly simple with how complex the war was.

No, what really upset the billionaire was the locations attacked. He had several large research facilities and other assets in New York and all over the globe. Most suffered some damage, and months of progress was lost. It almost made him go and vaporize the stupid terrorists himself.

But then he got an idea. A scheming, horribly and insidiously evil idea.

Vlad let a dark grin grow over his features as he picked up his private secured phone, dialing in four separate numbers, three passwords, and a blood scan.

"Send The Suit to location PH-1612-VP-Alpha immediately." Vlad spoke into the phone. He could almost feel the shudder of fear as his scientist, almost certainly, looked at the machine. To his credit, there was only a single second of hesitation before he answered.

"Yes, sir!" He hung up.

Vlad gave one last chuckle before teleporting to a secret, even from his associates, base. He still had work to do.

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He didn't have a name. Especially not at work. Never at work. He was only Research-3, here. His job was simple, research and test different technology stolen from private labs, governments, researchers; if they made tech, Vlad got, one way or another. It was just his job to test it.

And the one price of technology that he feared the most was The Suit. Originally the Fenton Ecto-Skeleton, after it was destroyed Vlad salvaged all the part he could before 'leaking' less advanced copies to some military research bases. After only two years they had made some improvements, so when Vlad stole them back and combined it with his own...

It stood at 10 feet tall, 4 and a half feet wide. Same basic structure, but more armor around the waist, abdomen, and joints. It kept the dome on top, but it was polarized, an all black instead of clear. Colored solid silver all around, it has no identifying marks. It was waxed, so while it was beautiful in its own way, it did not reflect light shined on it.

It's abilities were far more impressive than its appearance, however. An outer shell stronger than battleship hull, lined with lead to protect from radiation. A main 'skeleton' of experimental titanium, designed to be far, far stronger. A cloaking devise of Masters own invention. It's circuits were designed with multiple fail-safes and redundancies, as well as special systems that allowed it to survive anywhere from the deepest depths of the ocean, to the vacuums of space. It was powered by experimental twin fusion reactors, generating enough electricity to power New York for a full year. It's onboard computer systems were more advanced than some supercomputers. It also had an omni-directional jet pack, for space maneuvering as well as moving forward quickly, and secondary emergency boot thrusters that could also act as boosts for jumps, and short burst rockets on its elbows to increase physical strike power.

What was really staggering, was the firepower. For defenses, aside from the nigh indestructible hull, was an experimental energy shield, powered by a single, smaller fusion reactor. The shield, with testing, could stop dozens of standard assault rifle shots before breaking, and it took 10 seconds to restart. It could take multiple high powered sniper rifle shots, and even a head on anti-tank gun, but only one, any more and the shield system would overheat and need repairs. Even if the shield fell, the strength needed to break through the armor alone would be too dangerous for most ground troops. The dome, a possible weak spot, was actually a special transparent blend of titanium, with reactive polarizing tech; basically, whoever was in the suit could stare, point blank, at the sun and the suit would keep them safe.

It's main weapons were in its arms. It had two 4 foot long folding swords hidden in its arms that could be deployed at anytime, that could cut through almost anything. For infantry it had wrist mounted laser blasters, each roughly twice as powerful as infantry energy rifles, but the power scale could be adjusted. For anti-vehicle purposes it had under side wrist canons, launching small guided missiles with a payload equal to 5 pounds of c4, each. On its shoulder there were dozens of micro missiles, each with their own targeting systems, used for covering fire or mass suppression of the enemy. And, finally, in desperate times its legs could cannibalize carefully placed parts to internally assemble a mini-gun. That shot explosive rounds at 200 rounds per second. If all of that failed, it had a self destruct system, with an estimated payload equal to 5 megatons; more than enough to deal with whatever could take down the Titan.

In addition to all of this, it was deployed with a to-scale automatic rifle. That had explosive ammo. It was a walking, super compact battleship, really.

It probable didn't even need the weapons, however. The new version of the suit had an improved neural interface option, allowing control of the suit to increase by 150%. With that interface, the nanites that increased the safety of using it, and the sheer strength of the suit, whoever piloted it would be the strongest human in the world. With a total of 150 times increase in the users natural speed, strength, and reaction time, the average solder could run as fast as a jet if the suit were at full power.

(For scale, Vlad privately tested the suit and found it could run only slightly slower than he could fly, was strong enough to leave him staggering, and had an arsenal to level a country.)

With all of this together, Research-3 really didn't want to know who got this suit. It was better if he stayed clueless on this.

He did know one thing, though.

Whoever got Masters so angry was fucked.

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The time came. Dash was the first to go, but gradually, everyone left, readying themselves to defend their country.

Tucker was lucky, he didn't get to see direct combat. He still went through boot camp with Danny, and they still worked together, just not side by side anymore. However, his sheer computer skill was

enough to put him on the sidelines. He was part of a team that countered cyber-warfare.

Danny, himself, was put on a battalion, one of the 'grunts.' He didn't mind, just got to know those he would be working with. A good number of them were around his age, maybe a little older, but there were some veterans as well.

Danny was just debriefed by his commanding officer, and was loading up with his fellow troops. Their mission was to enter and clear 10 blocks of deeply entrenched enemy forces, somewhere in France. They needed to do this to destroy some anti-air guns, so they would have to enter by foot. They were going to be supported by some Navy vessels, but they were trapped in see combat with other ships and would have to use that distraction to enter.

Danny took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, and with a grim look in his eye he grabbed his gun and put on his helmet.

The poor halfa never realized this would be his last military service.

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The fighting was hell. There was fighting all over the city, gunfire and screaming could be heard constantly. It was horrible.

But Danny had it the worst, with his finely tuned senses he could smell blood on everything, hear the ear-shattering sounds of war. It was something he never wanted to experience again.

But, as with everything, it could get worse. And it did.

After clearing out an apartment building, that was disturbingly empty, one of Danny's squad members, a middle aged man named Robert, gave a sigh of relief before sitting down on a chair he picked up off the ground. The other two members shared a look before leaning against a wall, ready to move at a moments notice.

The only people in the room not to rest were Danny and the squad leader, Sergeant Blackburn.

Robert gave a few wheezing deep breathes before opening his mouth to speak. Unfortunately, he never got that far because, with the sharp crack that came with gunfire, his head got a large, red and bleeding hole. Time seemed to slow as his body fell.

A small round object Danny recognized as a grenade came in through the window. Blackburn with his gun coming up, opening his mouth to yell. The other two, whose names were John and Mike, around 20 something, jumping off the wall they were leaning against.

It all happened so fast, and so slow.

"GRENADE!" Blackburn yelled as he dove behind the kitchen counter. Danny almost instinctively kicked the couch-chair thing in front of him, sending it sliding across the floor till it was just above the explosive, while simultaneously pulling himself into a small closet/pantry.

John vaulted the short wall between the living room and the kitchen, lying flat on the ground, and Mike... Oh poor Mike.

He was too shocked to move, frozen for 3 seconds. Those would be his last as with a loud boom! the grenade exploded. The couch over it helped, some, but for Mike it made it worse. A large spike of wood frame went flying in the air, tearing the man through his neck, sending blood everywhere.

Just after the explosion, six men in body armor came through the door, textbook formation. Blackburn popped over his cover and widened his eyes before opening fire on them. Two went down and when the rest turned to him and returned fire John stood up and began shooting from his hip, somehow killing another one. Danny then popped out of the closet holding his pistol, him being more familiar with pistols, and took two shots, killing two more. That left one left, but before he could surrender John shot him in the head, sending blood all over the adjacent wall.

Blackburn turned to him, face stony.

"We needed him! Alive!" He shouted. John was terrified, and Danny wasn't any better, but before Blackburn could continue, loud imposing footsteps interrupted them.

There, in the doorway, was a Goliath class Exo armor, gun spooling. The three of them only had a moment to regret their choices when it opened fire. John was cut down, falling lifeless to the floor before the giant swept his gun to the left, towards the other two. Blackburn tried to get to cover but was shot in the leg, falling to a knee before being riddled with bullets.

Danny watched in horror as his entire squad was killed in less that a minute. He couldn't even think of retaliating. When he saw the Goliath start to move towards him, in slow motion thanks to his adrenaline levels, he charged straight right, bullets passing through where he was only a moment ago, getting closer every step. Until Danny reached the window, which he jumped out of.

As he was still exiting the building, he turned midair to the window, throwing his package at it. Their mission was to clear out anti-air guns, and they had explosives to do the work. And so, 2 pounds of military grade explosives hit the giant in the face, sticking to his helmet, before exploding. The explosion caused a reaction with the other explosives his teammates were carrying, making it even bigger.

Danny really should have waited to detonate the bombs. Instead of falling 4 story's to the ground (easy to survive in his human form), Danny got caught in the shockwave and thrown across the street. If not for his supernaturally strong body, he would have died.

Instead, he had the bad luck of landing in a super secret and illegal facility. I wonder which one?

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When Danny woke up, he was strapped to a chair. That got him rid of his grogginess very quickly when he realized that. Looking around the room, he only saw a single man in a white lab coat. He also seemed overjoyed at Danny being awake.

"You're awake!" He said excitedly. "I thought I would have to get another subject. But oh, you are perfect for this procedure."

Danny tried to speak but realized there was a gag in his mouth. Great, he thought, not only and I chained up I can't even banter.

The lab man seemed to notice Danny's discomfort. "Don't worry about the gag, it just makes this easier. I'll explain what I'm going to do now, is that alright?" He didn't wait for a reply. "My employer sent me a beautiful piece of technology, with instructions that I win this war. Unfortunately, I'm not a solder. So I went to find one to operate this devise. You were lucky enough to fall on my doorstep!" He finished his sentence with a grin and a super creepy laugh. Danny leaned as far away from him as he could.

"Don't worry, you won't remember anything. The indoctrination technique I use is foolproof!" And before Danny could even think to use his powers, a needle full of glowing blue liquid was injected into him.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a startlingly familiar battle suit.

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Some things you need to know. The start of this tale and where we are now is not a short time period. Danny had been suppressing his powers for almost a full year at this point. That much ectoplasmic build-up does have consequences; namely, the development of powers. Danny grew, power wise, very quickly his first 2 years. New powers regularly, older ones getting stronger, that sort of thing. When Danny started suppressing his ectoplasm, instead of getting new powers it starting to get more 'dense' with his current powers. The newest power he got was Portal Creation. Therefore, along with increasing his older powers some, making them easy to use in his human form (and increasing his physical strength in both forms), his newest power got supercharged with the pent up energy.

Now, the 'indoctrination' serum was really just several chemicals that, when combined a certain way, changed the subjects brain chemistry radically. This can do almost anything to a person, so it takes a very specific formula to 'mind wash' them.

So the order was: Super powered teen with early PTSD is told he's going to be brainwashed: then he is injected with a brain altering drug: them he is linked to a robotic armor set that increases all of his abilities 150 times.

What happened next is both expected and surprising, depending on who you were.

Danny's powers come from ectoplasm, a substance both physical and spiritual. His ghosts and human halves compromised by allowing his powers to be controlled by his brain, and to fuel on his emotions. When he was injected with the 'Mind Wipe' serum, it mixed... badly with his ectoplasm. His core decided to flush his system of the substance by giving a large 'flex' of his powers; almost like popping a knuckle to relieve pain.

However, his core was backed up with excess power, so that was mostly shunted to portal creation; portals taking a lot of energy to make. The 'plan' was to have Danny's core create a ghost portal, it taking up just enough energy to flush the serum out. Instead, all that backed up energy was also used to make a portal. This means that instead of a small portal, there was a large one, and an explosion. The thing is, Danny was inside and connected to the Titan when he 'flexed.'

This means that there was a large explosion, as well as a portal with so much energy, instead of going to the ghost zone, it punched past that dimensional barrier, and about 15 beyond it.

So instead of have a super suit that had the strength of an army, the lab coated fruitloop got an explosion to the face and an inter-dimensional portal.

Whoops?

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Wow. Just... WOW. I expected to write a dark and gritty oneshot about Danny kicking terrorist ass, instead I got this. WTF? About halfway through I stopped thinking about my 24 hour CoD marathon (guess why I wrote this?) and started thinking about how there were no good DP/Justice League crossovers. I imagine the portal will open somewhere in Earths orbit, maybe crash in Metropolis.

If you couldn't tell, I'm on a 'Ect-Skeleton' phase. For anyone knows of any good fics where it's used, please tell me!

I don't plan on continuing this, but I might if anyone really wants me too. If you want the story, just give me a PM and I'll put something in my next chapter with your name on it.

You know, maybe I should just start writing x-over oneshots? It's something I'm sort of ok at.

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