The rain has been pouring down on the city of Tokyo for almost two weeks now. The GG's, with some help from former rivals, had finally taken down Gouji Rokakku and his corrupt police force. The tyranny against free expression had ended- or so they thought. A massive victory party was being held at the GG Garage to celebrate the newly rediscovered freedom of the streets. Unfortunately, this proved the perfect time for a counter-attack. In an instant, an upbeat party had been turned into a battlefield by a rogue police unit. Armed with tanks, helicopters, jets, and Golden Rhino airborne aces, this mishmosh of police, specialists, Golden Rhinos, and rival gangs nearly decimated the entire area with mortar fire and anti-tank missiles. In the commotion, an emergency signal was sent out over the Jet Set Radio frequency- every man for himself.
Almost two weeks had passed. News about the incident had been slowing down, as most of the "punks on skates" were presumed dead or captured. A few of the old rival gangs had even joined this new Youth Guidance Squadron, either out of spite for the GGs, or out of blackmailing. High up on the list were a few of the Noise Tank Primes, the now-old cyber-skaters with third mechanical arms. Some had refitted their third arm with weaponry, turning what was once a tool of art into a tool of war. The Love Shockers, who had loathed the GGs and their comradery, had managed to flee the YGS, and had gone into hiding. The same was true for the few remaining Poison Jam thugs, the Immortals, Rapid 99, and even the Doom Riders. The YGS had been systematically moving across Tokyo, raiding old hideouts and assimilating skaters into their ranks. The YGS had become the new scourge of Tokyo.
Yet out of the whole incident, one thing had kept hope alive- the idea that there is still a chance. The GGs proved several times that with enough determination, and enough spray paint, a single punk can take out a squad of helicopters, a fleet of tanks, a giant train-machine, or even the physical manifestation of evil itself. In the commotion of what is now known as the GG Massacre, three figures had managed to escape the violence and carnage, fleeing to Rokakku-Dai Heights. In a cramped, cold shelter, three of these punks lay in hiding, waiting for some sort of a sign that they were not alone. Beat, Cube, and Jazz were the last survivors of the GG Massacre- the last remaining hope for the soul of the street.
Almost two weeks had passed. News about the incident had been slowing down, as most of the "punks on skates" were presumed dead or captured. A few of the old rival gangs had even joined this new Youth Guidance Squadron, either out of spite for the GGs, or out of blackmailing. High up on the list were a few of the Noise Tank Primes, the now-old cyber-skaters with third mechanical arms. Some had refitted their third arm with weaponry, turning what was once a tool of art into a tool of war. The Love Shockers, who had loathed the GGs and their comradery, had managed to flee the YGS, and had gone into hiding. The same was true for the few remaining Poison Jam thugs, the Immortals, Rapid 99, and even the Doom Riders. The YGS had been systematically moving across Tokyo, raiding old hideouts and assimilating skaters into their ranks. The YGS had become the new scourge of Tokyo.
Yet out of the whole incident, one thing had kept hope alive- the idea that there is still a chance. The GGs proved several times that with enough determination, and enough spray paint, a single punk can take out a squad of helicopters, a fleet of tanks, a giant train-machine, or even the physical manifestation of evil itself. In the commotion of what is now known as the GG Massacre, three figures had managed to escape the violence and carnage, fleeing to Rokakku-Dai Heights. In a cramped, cold shelter, three of these punks lay in hiding, waiting for some sort of a sign that they were not alone. Beat, Cube, and Jazz were the last survivors of the GG Massacre- the last remaining hope for the soul of the street.