Babylon Rogues (C) Sega and Sonic Team

Thunder, Acceleration, and Rosalie (C) Me, Kiba Sniper

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Jet's Name

Ch. 1: Why Boss?

It was a tired day. Everything was quiet, yet antagonizingly long. The Babylon Rogues were bored. It suited them quite well on this day. Summer was always an annoyance to young Jet. Jet liked the summer, but he just despised the somber heat. Nothing was one television. Doctor Eggman hadn't stirred up any trouble for them. Ever since the Arks of the Cosmos incident, the Babylon Rogues went legit. Well, they tried too and got bored, returning back to their life of crime.

Jet's head slammed down onto his desk. Wave was busy re-crafting Storm's Extreme Gear after he crashed into a tree. The hawk lazily glanced up at the clock. Just a bit after four PM. Jet looked around, wondering where Storm was.

As if on cue, Storm's footsteps came crashing down the hall. Jet plopped himself on the floor, ready for Storm to barge in.

"Hey, Boss!" Storm cried, crashing into the room. The albatross looked around, not seeing his leader. "B-Boss? Where are you?"

Jet waved his hand from the floor. "Down here. I predicted you were going to barge in so I landed on the floor a few seconds before you came in."

Storm just stood there, blankly. "Um, okay."

"So, what's up?"

Storm pulled out a mini-television, pressing the on screen. The screen showed the news. The segment was on a valuable jewel worth over a million dollars. Jet stared at the television, but he was more concerned with the lovely vixen hosting the segment.

"Well, Boss? Think we should steal it?" Storm asked, eagerness filling in his voice.

Jet shrugged. "Nah, I don't really feel like it."

Storm's shoulders slumped. Jet not feel like stealing something? Something was definately wrong here. "B-boss-"

"Why do you do that, Storm?" Jet asked, bluntly interrupting him.

"Do what, Boss?"

"Call me Boss."

Storm grinned, glancing away. He placed the television on his desk. "Well, I guess I gotta tell you a story."

Jet rolled his eyes. "Oh, great."

Flashback

An eleven-year-old albatross stood annoyed. He tapped his foot, losing patience. The albatross was none other than Storm. He glanced around. He was in an airship he had never seen before. It was red and bird-shaped, similar to a hawk. Storm looked longingly at the door, waiting for someone to enter.

"Storm, don't just stare at things," his father, Thunder, warned.

"But Dad!" Storm whined, exasperated. "What if they don't show?"

"Kid, we are on their airship. I think they'll show!"

Storm pouted, sitting on the floor. Brooding as usual, Storm glared up at his father. His father looked like an older version of himself with a tribal necklace on like himself. Storm looked away, wondering why his father dragged him up at four in the morning to ride their Extreme Gear for three hours and then board a ship at seven in the morning. Besides, he didn't eat anything.

"Mom's gonna kill you," Storm snapped, crossing his arms.

"I already told her," Thunder replied, smirking at his son's face.

His son growled roughly, but straightened himself when the door opened. Revealing herself, was a teal hawk with matching eyes wearing a dress. She was beautiful enough to make Storm blush slightly. She was like one of those supermodels he had heard so much about. He glanced away, scolding himself for behaving so stupidly.

Thunder was on his feet. "Ahh, Rosalie!" He nearly tripped over his two feet as he stumbled towards her. He embraced her tightly.

"Dad, who's this?" Storm asked, still shy of women.

Thunder released the gasping hawk from his bear hug. "Storm, Rosalie the Hawk, Rosalie, my son, Storm the Albatross."

Rosalie-

Jet waved his hands around. "Hold on, hold on!"

Storm stared at Jet, cocking an eyebrow. "What?"

"You...you mean my mom?"

Smiling, Storm nodded.

"You and your dad had a crush on my mom! You sick person!"

Storm frowned. "Can I get on with it?"

"Oh, sure."

Storm stared at the hawk curiously. She seemed nice, but his dad was honestly creeping him out. Alot. Storm politely shook her hand and muttered his name. Thunder smacked him on the head, telling him to speak up.

"Thunder, knock it off," a older green hawk said. He had shoulder blades on with a pirate captain's hat and cloack. He obviously meant business. "So, this is your boy? My son'll like him."

"Sorry, Acceleration, sir."

"You-you mean my dad?" Jet asked.

Storm nodded.

Behind him, was a smaller version of him without the flamboyant accessories. He had teal eyes with green feathers, looking pretty hyper. However, he seemed a tad short. And this young boy was Jet the Hawk, soon to be Ledgendary Wind Master.

Jet grinned at Storm, who appeared nervous. Storm cocked an eyebrow at Jet who appeared ready to bounce off the walls. Jet caught eyes with Storm, hoping over to him. Appearing gracious, the little hawk began to vigorously shake Storm's hand with both of his.

"Hiya there, Alba! I'm Jet!"

"Um, A-Alba?" Storm questioned, shyly removing his rather large hand.

"Yeee-up!" Jet smirked, showing off some permanent and baby teeth. "And startin' today, we're teammates!"

Storm stared at Jet as if he swallowed a raw potato. He stepped back as if struck. All of the information was overloading his slow cranium. He looked over to his father in desperation, for an explanation. But Thunder only stared at Jet's father, Acceleration. Acceleration dragged Storm away from the group and into a dim-lighted room. Storm's eyes dashed around, hoping for another exit.

"Stay still!" Acceleration bellowed, smacking Storm on the head.

Storm fell onto a chair, gripping it tightly. Thunder always told Storm to never submit in a fight, but this seemed like a logical time to submit.

"What color?" Accleration asked, opening a cabinant drawer.

Storm didn't answer.

"What damn color!" Acceleration screamed, grabbing Storm by his necklace.

"Uh, uh, black," Storm whimpered, fear coating his voice.

"Good, you aren't such a girly pansy after all." Jet's father dug through the cabinant drawer, pulling out what seemed to be a feather. He took out a bottle of black ink, stabbing the feather in the elixar. He grabbed Storm's arm and began to paint of a design of flames.

Storm stared at Acceleration as if he was crazy. He observed that Acceleration also had a pair flamed wrists, as did his father and Rosalie. Apparantly, Jet had a pair as well.

"Hehe, Alba," Jet chuckled to himself. "I can't believe I would call you Alba, Alba!"

"...Okay, it took me a few weeks to get you to stop calling me Alba. I had to threaten to throw you out the window and you stopped. Want that to really happen?" Storm raised his fist at Jet.

Jet was silent.

Acceleration finished. He lazily tossed the feather and ink bottle back into the drawer. Spilling was heard soon after. Acceleration glared at the cabinant and began to kick it radically. He let loose a sentence of colorful language that impressed Storm.

"Accel!" Rosalie shouted, bursting into the room. "I heard that!"

"What?" Acceleration snapped, glaring at her.

Quietly, Storm exited the room as Jet's parents started to fight. Storm noticed Jet's eyes began to water slightly at his parent's bickering. He wondered if it was constant or just a phase that Jet had to suffer through. His parents hardly ever fought, making Storm seem like the luckiest bird alive. However, seeing Jet like this made his pride go down a notch or two.

Jet's eyes flickered at the sight of the black flames on Storm's wrists. Without warning, Jet came over and hugged Storm tightly. "Awesome, awesome, awesome! Now, you're a Babylon Rogue! Just like me and your daddy!"

"Babylon Rogue?" Storm repeated, breaking away from Jet.

Jet cocked his head at Storm. "Didn't...didn't your dad tell ya?"

Storm shook his head.

"Well, the Babylon Rogues are a group of bird thieves that came from space. You know that much, right?"

"I know I came from space, and what the Babylon Rogues are. I just didn't know Dad was a member..."

"Hm? Well, in that case, I guess you know now. All descendents of the previous generation gotta be the next generation. Cool, huh?"

"Y-yeah, I guess." He glared at his father for not telling him sooner.

Thunder shrugged apologetically. He wished he told his son sooner, but Acceleration ordered him specifically to not tell him so Jet could prove himself as a leader. Plus, he just didn't want the missus to know. Acceleration didn't like his wife, Crower. He felt that she was too pushy and controllive, making Storm how he was at his age eleven.

Jet noticed that his father came out of the dim-lighted room without Rosalie. His eyelids lowered, and he stared at the ground.

"Jet, look up!" Acceleration shouted, making the boys twitch. "Come with me, boys."

Jet and Storm stared at each other before walking ahead. Storm glanced over his shoulder, cracking his neck to see his father just stand there, looking at the ground in misery. Thunder gave a serine, yet sad smile to Storm before the door behind him was shut.

Jet and Storm began to talk. Well, Jet usually spoke while Storm listened. Half of it was random stuff that Storm couldn't comprehend, but just went along with whatever Jet said to shut him up. Storm noticed that he was being watched by Rosalie who suddenly run in front of Acceleration.

"I can't let you ruin their childhood," Rosalie barked, glaring at her husband. "I married you for your strength and courage, but what I didn't know was that you were going to get my son and Thunder's son killed!"

"Killed?" Jet and Storm repeated, scared.

Acceleration shoved his wife out of the way and grabbed Storm and Jet by their wrists. He shoved them in a room together and locked the door. Suddenly, a rumbling was heard in the room and Jet crashed into Storm, taking them both down. A blast of air slashed from the outside, along with someone screaming. Jet clung onto Storm's chest feathers tightly, buring his face. Storm held Jet tightly, hoping nothing bad happened. The rumbling stopped after a few minutes. Their ears began to pop. Storm helped Jet to his feet after finally feeling secure.

A window was adjacent to him. Storm brushed the curtains away, flipping away at what he saw. "No! No-no way! We're off th-the ground!"

"Really?" Jet asked, appearing on his shoulders.

Storm flipped out, falling on his face. Jet jumped off gracefully. He stared at Storm, dumbfounded. The six-year-old scratched his head, staring at the eleven-year-old albatross.

"You alright?"

Storm struggled to his feet, appearing in shock. "Am I a-alright? Kid, we're over thousands of feet in the air! We lost our parents!"

"Everthing'll work out."

"Really?"

"Sure."

Storm glanced around. "We are in the airship still, right?"

Jet nodded. "Yeah, I think the room we were just in was the escape room."

Without warning, Wave appeared at the door and slammed her wrench on Jet's desk, mere centimeters from Storm's arm. She glared at Storm and Jet, eyes wandering from both. "Where are my bras?"

"...Damn..." they both muttered at the same time.

"Well, Wave," Jet said, grabbing Storm's hand as they got up. "SEEYALATERBYE!"

Wave glared at both as they ran out. "JET! STORM! You pervs are dead!" the swallow screamed as she chased them throughout the hall.

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Next: Review the Babylon Ways

Well, this story flips back and forth between a flashback and present. Italics are flashback, none are present.