Wave cruised along on her type-W board. She had made it herself and was very proud. Even her father, the master mechanic of the Babylon Rogues, had been impressed with Wave's works.

She had been sent to this forest to see if she could find any decent birds to recruit. Not her typical job but it was a nice change. Sort of. In fact, this was a first. It was probably because they were missing a worthy heir since Rocket the Hawk's son had been denied of joining by his mother. And Rocket the Hawk was gone, so he couldn't fetch this Jet the Hawk himself.

She stopped and got off her board gracefully. She set it down under a tree, which she marked and walked away. She didn't need to worry about thieves. She could find it easily with her tracking device, also one of her own works. And only she could track it herself.

Jet stumbled along aimlessly. If only I had a better board, he thought. Then he stopped. Under a tree, was a purple board. It wasn't like the ones at his school, in fact, it looked as good as the board Jet's parents had been stupid enough to trash.

Huh, might as well take it, Jet decided. He picked it up and set his board down. He got on the purple board and sped away.

Jet had been cruising for a while when, suddenly, something really hard and made of metal hit his back, knocking him off. He flew off the board, landed on the ground, and skidded a couple yards.

"That's what you get for stealing my board," a female voice said. Jet looked up. A purple swallow was staring down at him, holding the purple board and Jet's. She threw his board at him. "You're in luck though, I'll admit that your skills on extreme gear aren't half bad, even though your board sucks."

Jet got to his feet. Shoot, the girl was taller than he was. "In luck? Sure doesn't look like it," he snapped.

The swallow rolled her eyes. "Like I was saying, you're not half bad on extreme gear. Have you ever heard of the Babylon Rogues?"

It rang a bell. Jet had heard of something like that when he was about three or four. "Might've," Jet replied.

"You like to ride?" the swallow asked.

"Uh huh," Jet answered.

"You interested in joining at all?"

After a lot of talking, the swallow named Wave took Jet back. After a few hours, they arrived at a little plane like thing. Wave had asked Jet a lot of things but hadn't exactly bothered to ask for his name.

They had landed on a huge aircraft thing and Wave was now leading Jet through the mansion-sized plane.

"Wait here," Wave said as they entered a room. She went and knocked on a door.

"Who is it?" came a male voice.

"Father? It's Wave," Wave said.

"Ah, Wave. Come in." Wave entered the room and closed the door behind her. Though the door was closed, Jet could still make out what they were saying. Smooth.

"I've found someone father," Wave said.

"Describe him."

"He's a green hawk and a natural at riding extreme gear. He tried to steal mine. He may have Babylonian blood," Wave replied.

"Is he outside?"

"Yes."

A male swallow opened the door and examined Jet for a moment. Then, he closed it. "Wave, do you realize who that is?" the man questioned, a hint of muffled shock in his voice.

"No." Wave sounded confused.

"Go and figure it out. I'll tell you this, hawk, green, fast, extreme gear naturalist. See if you can make the connection."

Wave returned to the room Jet was waiting in with a confused expression on her face. She shut the door behind her.

"Well?" Jet said.

Wave didn't answer, looking deep in thought. "Hawk, green, extreme gear naturalist…" she muttered.

"Sounds like me," Jet said.

Wave rolled her eyes at him. Then, her blue eyes widened as she realized something. Her head snapped to his direction and Wave's sapphire eyes met Jet's. "What's your name hawk?" she said.

"Jet."

Wave's eyes widened even more. Then, she composed her expression. To Jet's great surprise she bowed. "Jet the Hawk," she said. "Son of Rocket the Hawk and the rightful heir to leadership of the Babylon Rogues."

Sorry this chapter was a little short, but it seemed like a decent place to end it.