Long ago...
Well, wasn't THIS just perfect?
The current assignment of the Wolf 6 team was to rescue soldiers trapped in harsh conditions. In this case, a squad had gotten caught up in one of Eggman's spaceports while attempting to rescue civilian prisoners on their way to the Death Egg, and were now under heavy fire. It was here that their newest recruit, some purple hedgehog still without a codename, had managed to get her body suit caught on one of the many crane hooks the place had, and was now dangling in the air, out in the open. Edge could only sigh as he used his energy blade to stop blasts that came towards him as he tried to rescue her. Freaking rookies, going in, thinking they can take the heat, only to get themselves burned. He had told Jack that it was a mistake to bring a non-wolf onto the team, but hey, "Can't be too picky during a war," right? He wished OnePunch hadn't gotten himself blown up, then he wouldn't have to deal with this crap.
Edge took a moment to look down at his comrades covering him below. Wrecker couldn't have been happier, tearing through Egg Pawns with his Wispon, and Quickshot was keeping pace with hers. Jack and Boom were the only ones not present, wrapping up civilian evacuation, and waiting for the rest to catch up. Edge had gotten so caught up in his inner thoughts that he didn't notice a blast hitting where he stood, throwing him down to the ground in a roll, and knocking his energy blade out of his hand. He finished rolling right in front of an Egg Hammer, who looked ready to smash him. Even worse, it seemed that Wrecker and Quickshot were too distracted to reach him in time. Welp, he guessed this was it for old Edgy. If he had his life to do over again, he would probably make it suck a lot less. Closing his eyes, he waited for the end...
An end that was interrupted by the sound of a Spike Wisp, and a ball of hedgehog landing on top of the Egg Hammer and taking it out. Edge cautiously opened his eyes to see the sight of the purple hedgehog...Sans her body suit. "Cutting it a bit close there, eh mate?" She said, motioning with a quill she had clearly detached from her head earlier. Edge looked up to see her now torn bodysuit hanging from the hook. It didn't take a rocket scientist to put two and two together. "Yeah, guess so." He replied, taking her hand as she helped him up. Wrecker and Quickshot, having finished tearing through their Badniks, rushed over, Quickshot bringing Edge's blade over to him. "If you guys are done screwing around, it's time to go." Jack's voice came over the radio, harsh and critical as usual.
Once they had gotten back to their ship, Edge quickly pulled out another bodysuit and threw it at the purple hedgehog. She caught it, but took a moment to stare, looking at it quite thoughtfully. "What? Not your color? I thought you liked black." Edge asked, trying to sound as if he actually cared. "No, it's not that...I just..." the hedgehog replied carefully, taking a look at her body. "I think I kinda like myself...Like this." Edge scoffed. "Not sure if you've noticed, but women don't walk around like that."
"And why don't they? We've got nothing to hide. No more than these gents over here." She said, motioning over to Boom and Wrecker, who gave shrugs in pantsless agreement. Seeing how his fellow men were failing him, Edge decided to wordlessly appeal to Quickshot, who simply walked over to the purple hedgehog and put a hand around her shoulder. "It IS a little odd, I will admit, but if this is what 'Spike' here wants to do, then I say let her do it. Not like it's gonna hurt anyone." Edge fumed and turned to Jack as he entered the hull of their transport, looking at a tablet and filling out a mission report. "Jack, tell her to put on some clothes!"
Jack looked over at Edge, then at the purple hedgehog in slight disinterest. "What she does and doesn't do with her own body isn't my concern. I just need a codename for the mission report." He said with a tired sigh. "I think Quickshot had it nailed earlier. Call me Spike." She said with a grin, before tossing the bodysuit at Edge. "And I think Edge over here needs to be renamed to Prude." Some passengers of the transport chuckled at that final comment, and Edge sat down to sulk as she walked away. He could already tell that their relationship was going to be VERY rocky moving forward.