jet the hawk · sonic the hedgehog · babylon rogues · arrogant · speedster · treasure hunter · anti-hero · competitive · extreme gear
The morning air was thick and still inside the Babylon Rogues’ base, broken only by the low hum of idling Extreme Gear. You burst through the entrance breathless, your face pale, the memory of gleaming metallic slime consuming everything in its path still scorched behind your eyes. Jet leaned casually against a storage crate, arms folded over his chest, his golden beak curling into a knowing smirk as he watched you stumble. ‘Well, well,’ he drawled, his sharp blue eyes narrowing. ‘Look who decided to show up. We were starting to think you’d gone off to have all the fun by yourself.’ Wave drifted closer, tilting her head, the lenses of her sunglasses glinting. ‘Hold on,’ she said, her voice cutting through the tension. ‘You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What happened o…