Jet stumbles onto the top of a mountain with an exasperated breath. It was getting close to the end of one day and his sunlight was fading fast as he traveled an area he was not all to familiar with. All he knew was that Fenix was to the east and that was where he was headed if that's what he is to believe by the sun's current position.

For about the first hour though, there was some debate in Jet. He had always wanted to leave those 'chatterboxes', as he put it, far behind and get on his way alone again. He was ready to run off and hopefully never see them again, but the first second after deciding that an image flashed in his head and he was headed east again. He did not quite understand the image of his comrade, Virginia, suddenly showing up in his mind, but he knew what it meant. If he tried to run away they would hunt him down to the ends of the planet. He knows how ambitious Virginia can be if she feels apt to it.

So, that was what brought him to this isolated mountain plateau as night was coming for him. He was tired from not stopping one minute to rest and his mouth was as dry as the ground. Then he looked at the ground up here on the flat mountains. It went on for miles in all directions except behind him since that was just the way back down.

After another hour as the sun began to set Jet saw something that he thought a mirage. Than he remembered that it was not normal for such things to show up at night. So, he looked on with more hopeful eyes at the small village of teepees and such. "A town? I never noticed this place when we flied over?"

After a good while he stumbled into the town in a haggard state. His hair was all over the place and there was dirt all over his body—more so than normal. And, as he fell to the ground he found himself oddly at the feet of a man who looked sort of like the Baskars. He glanced up to the man and the man stared back. "Uh...hi." Jet groaned.

The other man stared at him blankly before turning to the rest of the group that had formed upon Jet's arrival. "Call forth Aine." Through the crowd comes an older man with a feather headdress on. "An outsider, Aine."

The old man poked Jet with a stick. "You are still alive young one, yes?" The man questioned.

Jet slowly sat up. "Barely."

"Who are you?" The man wondered.

"Jet...Enduro." Jet uncomfortably replied as he noticed the vacant stares from the others in the groups. People ranging from all ages and sizes, as well as different genders. "I'm...uh...kind of lost, I guess you could say."

"We welcome all to our village of Zephyr." The old man replied as a small girl brought Jet a pouch of water. Jet took it with paranoia and drank it slowly at first, and then once sure of what it was, started drinking it until empty. "It would be wise to stay the night. There is a storm up ahead that will be over by morning."

"Uh...thank you, then. I appreciate it." Jet stood slowly.

"You must excuse my kin. We do not see many outsiders up here. So, there are many people who may see you as alien." Aine explained.

Jet just nodded in understanding. He was given a place to stay at night and he ate his dinner provided by the tribe. He just was not too keen on being alone with any of them so he had found his way to a cliff outside town to seek solitude.

He found it uncomfortable to say the least. He was used to noise so much nowadays that he was not sure what it meant for there not to be any. There was no loud motor of the sandcraft. No annoying brown-haired girls. No big lunks of men acting stupid. No nerdy guy with glasses. There was not even a lousy two-bit monster to beat up. Let alone an Ark of Destiny search party or bounty hunters.

"Brother?" Jet snapped to attention. He realized it was himself who said that. He said that the other day following the Leviathan fiasco. Fiasco? That brought to attention the 'Twilight Fiasco' that Rian had mentioned as well. "Clyde?" Jet stared at his hand. "Does...no one really want me around though? What if...the others really are better off without me?" He questioned. "No one...needs me? J 'y suis, j 'y reste." Jet shook his head. "What did I just say?" He hit his head with his fist to get those weird thoughts from his head as he stood. His scarves and hair moving violently in the wind. "Someone...must want me somewhere. I just have to find them." Jet was about to move away but grew dizzy and fell to a knee. An image of a green liquid filled tube flashed in his mind. He grit his teeth at that. "Non sum quails eram." He stared at the ground before getting back up. The wind stopped.

Jet moves in an instant as he dodges an attack made by a man of shadow from the air. From what Jet saw the part of the cliff that the man punched broke off as well. "Who are you?" Jet shouted.

"Who are you?" The man wondered.

"Me tell you?" Jet scoffed at the kneeling man. "I asked first."

"I do not answer to people like you." The man spat. "Being the master of ninjitsu I am, I will make sure you do not leave. Ha!" Numerous shuriken stars fly out at Jet who dodges most and catches the rest with his scarf. At least they were not so sharp as to cut that scarf. "You can dodge me once, but never twice!" The man warned as many more flew out at Jet. With no other options at hand Jet's knife flew from his boot into the air deflecting the shuriken headed for his body that he could not avoid.

Catching the blade Jet looked back to the ninja who was across from him. Jet charges forward to stab the man, but a short sword is drawn by Jet's enemy and Jet is forced to block it and back away. His pathetic knife was no match for a small sword. Jet wished he only had his ARM with him. He forgot it back in the village. With no other alternative Jet sent his foot into the man's chest and pushed the ninja away. Gaining grip on the dirt Jet rushed forward sending his forehead into his foe's own.

"I ask again, who are you?" Jet spat as the ninja backed away grabbing his head.

"I...am John, and you, are a thief and a murderer."

Jet went cold. "That has nothing to do with me."

John stood silent. "I may have been quick to act." He stared at Jet in the dark. "You do...seem like one with good intentions at heart."

Jet scoffs. "I'm only...My name is Jet. Jet Enduro."

"John Hideko."

"I am no enemy." Jet stated. He was not up to fighting. "I am staying the night and leaving in the morning."

John nodded. "You are a good fighter. You gave me a real exciting match."

"I'll do it again...just as long as it doesn't involve deadly objects being flung at me."