Zephyr sat on his chair, his feet up on a desk. He watched a television screen. He sighed impatiently and crossed his legs.
"Come ON!" He complained to the screen while tapping his foot.
Zephyr is a seventeen-year-old dark purple hedgehog. He has two small, golden, ring earrings on his left ear, wears beige gloves and chocolate brown shoes with a chestnut brown strap around them and a rusty buckle on each. He also wears two golden rings around his left arm, and for some reason he wears bandages around his bottom left spike. The bandages are worn and dirty but he still wears them. Unlike most boy hedgehogs, his quills curl down more then spike out. His eyes are a light teal blue.
Zephyr watched the guards on the television move around their area. He twitched his ear irritably.
CRASH!
The sound made Zephyr - and the chair he was sitting on - to fall over backwards onto the ground.
"Ouch..." He moaned while sitting up. Zephyr rubbed the back of his head and looked to the door. "What the hell was that?" Zephyr pushed himself up and walked to the door. When he opened it he saw two of his team-mates; Pulse - a yellow cat wearing baggy grey cargo pants and a blue, grey, and white tee-shirt- and Mike - a human with short black hair, light blue eyes, wearing light blue, torn up jeans, and a black, zip-up sweater. Pulse was holding a long sword and has a shattered vase at his feet. Mike was snickering.
"I swear, I can't leave you two alone without something breaking," Zephyr told them. Pulse looked at him, his ears down, smiling nervously.
"S-Sorry Zeph. I wanted to show Mike some of my moves. The vase was kinda in the way..." Pulse explained.
Zephyr's ear twitched. "One, I told you, if you want to practice with that sword, go outside! And two, my name is not 'Zeph' it's 'Zephyr'."
"Chill Zeph." Mike retorted with a smirk, "It's short-form."
Zephyr's ear twitched again. " I do not want 'short-form'. Call me by my real name."
Mike smirked again. "You mad?" He asked tauntingly.
Zephyr facepalmed, his purple fur beginning to prickle. "Don't even go there. Now if you want to continue 'showing off moves' or whatever. Go outside." And without waiting for a response, the purple hedgehog stormed back into his room. Zephyr walked back to his chair and lifted it up off the ground. When he looked back at the television, something was different. Instead of just the guards walking around, there was a large truck. One of the guards was talking to the driver.
"What's this?" He asked himself, looking closer at the screen. "A supply truck?" Zephyr smirked. "Finally! Time for some action!" The truck drove forward into a garage. Zephyr dashed out of his room to find Pulse still swinging his sword around in front of Mike. The purple hedgehog dismissed the obvious disobedience of the two with a flick of his ear.
"Come on," he told them. "I'm going on a raid, and you two are coming."
Pulse looked at Zephyr with both surprise and confusion - Mike - on the other hand - just looked amused.
"Cool, what are we raiding this time?" Pulse asked excitedly.
"A supply truck," Zephyr replied. "A good-sized one too... Probably has weapons, small machines, stuff like that."
Mike looked very interested now.
Probably because i mentioned weapons... He thought.
"So, if you're mad at us, why are you bringing us on this raid?" Mike asked somewhat tauntingly.
Zephyr flicked his ear, "You complaining?"
Mike shrugged and smirked. Zephyr didn't have much of a choice anyway, all the other members of their team were either out on patrols of at one of the two lookout points set up around their base.
"Could we go now?" Pulse interrupted. "I wanna try out some of my new moves."
Zephyr nodded, "All right. Just let me get the PS-TF."
The PS-TF is a 'Portable Space-Time Field'. They are in a place called the Neutral Zone, so- to survive and use their powers there- they need a space-time field since there is no space or time there. Their base has a space-time emitter in it.
Zephyr walked to a cabinet in the corner of the room. He took out a key out his glove and used it to unlock the cabinet door. There were several different machines on display. Zephyr picked a small, black, cube-shaped one that was about as big as a plum. He closed the door and locked it again, then walked back to Pulse and Mike.
I have no where to put this thing... He thought, I guess I'll have to give it to either Pulse or Mike...
Zephyr sighed, "Pulse, put this in your pocket." He said, holding up the PS-TF. "If it breaks, you will be in a sparing match with me."
Their team often spars. It's provides good experience and it's a fun way to train. They always go full-contact, but they cannot draw blood. Because of Zephyr's powers, he always wins, while his opponent is left with many bruises.
Pulse gulped and hesitantly took the PS-TF from Zephyr, placing it in his pocket.
Zephyr gave Pulse one last look before turning toward the door. "Lets move out." He announced, then walked to the door and out. Mike and Pulse glanced at each other then quickly followed Zephyr.