[DISCLAIMER: SEGA owns the Babylon Rogues and most of the locations in this story. All OCs belong to me and my friends. Enjoy!]

Chapter 1: Reaching The Past

"-I'm never comin' down, I'm high alone! Bred from a genie, with wings and throne! Jetfirehawk, the sky is me! All for speed, I was born to be! Born to be, born to be! ..." Jet The Hawk, a young green hawk and leader of the notorious thieves, the Babylon Rogues, was dancing around with an air guitar, singing the lyrics to his favorite song. He climbed up his fancy, rotating captain's chair, then onto his surprisingly neat work desk, preparing to shout his favorite part of the tune blasting on his stereo.

"CATCH ME, IF YOU CAN! THERE'S NO TURNIN' BACK! REACH BUT NEVER CATCH!" The desk wobbled as he swung himself around with his air guitar, singing along. His voice was a little bit raspy, making everything about the song, seem unpleasant. From all the way down the hall of the Rogues' massive zeppelin, Wave had to deal with the hawk's irritating hollering. She almost broke the tool that she was using to fix up her Extreme Gear, because of it.

Wave The Swallow was the brains and mechanic of the Babylon Rogues. Although she is the second oldest, and the most mature out of the trio, she wonders why she wasn't put as the leader. And even though she does respect Jet, Wave still ends up acting more like a leader than him, and she tells that to both Jet and Storm, what seems like, every day.

At this point, the purple swallow was fed up with Jet's singing. So, she calmly placed her tools on the metal table, got off of her chair, and marched out the door and down the hall to Jet's room. Wave gave a light knock on the door before aggressively breaking in. Jet, which was caught off guard by her entrance, flew back off of his desk and onto the floor with a "SQWAWK!" coming from him. The desk tilted forward a bit but swung back, causing all of the drawers to open, resulting in papers spilling everywhere. The pained hawk peaked over the desk, only to find his other team member furious. He knew that he would be in for a load of nagging.

"Grrr… JET! What did I tell you about blasting your music when I'm trying to work?! While you're here goofing off, I'm actually doing something productive for our team! Jet? JET, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME? I can't believe you-" and that was all that the green avian really processed. The rest was all some blabbering that probably wasn't as important as the dusty old journal that had landed in front of him after his fall. Jet picked up the hard-covered book carefully, and blew away the dust and dirt from it. Stolen's Chronicles, it said on the front. It had a lock on it, but no keyhole to be found. 'Stolen… where have I heard that name before? Stolen, Stolen, Stolen…' Jet thought to the corner of his eye, he saw a faint blue aura coming from the cabinet on the left wall of the room.

"-and I really don't know what I'm gonna do with you, Jet! …Jet? Why is your cabinet glowing?" Wave asked, her words almost fading into silence before she finished. She noticed the book in the hawk's hand, and she took a step forward.

"Stolen… his journal…" was all Jet could say, almost in a monotonous tone. It seemed like he was falling into a trance as he approached the glowing cabinet. As he opened it, the journal began to glow too. He reached in and pulled out a cube-like object from it. The Key of Babylon. An object so sacred, so powerful… It helped with the rise of Babylon a couple of years back during the World Grand Prix. Everything about Jet's ancestry lies in the Key.

He held the cube above the book until he heard a "click" noise from the lock. The room was dead silent. Him and Wave both exchanged looks of fright as Jet placed the Key back on the shelf. He hesitated a bit, his hand shaking and the name repeating in his head. 'Stolen, Stolen, Stolen…'. Jet had chills under his feathers, and so did Wave. Slowly, his eyes widened as he realized.

"Stolen...! The thirteenth leader of the Babylon Rogues...! Wave, it's Stolen's journal!" Wave hurried over to the hawk, hiding a bit behind his shoulder. As Jet opened the cover, a paper fell out. It looked ancient, like it was being eaten away by time itself. Wave picked it up and scanned the paper.

"Darn… it's in ancient Babylonian language, and I can't read it! If there was some way that we could decode it, we'd be able to know what was going on during our ancestors' time!" she said, still trying to read it. Wave only knew a couple of words, but that wasn't enough to know what was written. Jet then gasped.

"Storm! Storm knows how to read ancient Babylonian! We'll get him to decode!" Jet closed the book, grabbed the cube from the shelf and looked for his backpack. "We need to go find Storm!"

Wave nodded, noticing Jet taking his infamous Type-J Extreme gear. "He's most likely at the Gigan Rocks' library, as usual." She said as she started to leave the office room. Jet rushed past her and ran down the hall to the cockpit of the zeppelin.

"Good. We'll turn the zep' around and head for the mountains. This is important… This is knowledge about the past Rogue members! We might even find out about your dad's ancestry too, Wave!" Wave frowned. She didn't know much about her parents, specifically her father. All she knew was that they had to leave her at birth due to tension between his family and her mother's. And that upset her a little. But Jet was right; it's their culture. Their dying culture. And deep inside, she wanted to know what happened. Jet adjusted himself into the seat of the cockpit, and his inner pilot kicked in. They were heading straight to the Gigan Rocks.