disclaimer: Jet the Hawk and all other related characters © Sonic TEAM, I do not own them. Used without permission

…Babylon…
A long time ago, there was a floating island known as Babylon Garden.
Supposedly, robbers lived there. According to rumors… this "legendary" band, the Babylon Rogues, were great thieves. Legend also says that the Babylon Rogues incurred the wrath of the Gods because of their crimes, and their island was cast into the depths of the earth. After that, supposedly the Babylonians were then scattered for all time, never to be found. But they say that the Babylon Rogue's treasure still remains on that island, waiting to be discovered. There are also rumors that the Babylon Rogues are Extreme Gear specialists…

"This is just a waste of time," mumbled the bright emerald-hued hawk, his brow furrowed and the ends of his beak curled downwards into a frown as he slammed his fist into the draft he had laid down in front of him. "The fat man would never fall for it."

"Who knows, Jet. He may be intelligent, but he might also be gullible. I know quite a few people like that," Chuckled a softly colored lavender swallow, which wore rather technical looking white clothing. She wore as well a neatly placed white bandana tied back behind her head, with yellowish, frameless goggles just resting above her eyes. She was obviously teasing Jet, the hawk… as she often did.
"…You'd better not be pointing fingers, Wave..."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not." She gave a rather sarcastic grin towards him as she winked in a teasing way. "Just keep practicing on it or you'll never learn."
"Aggh… why can't you just do it?"
"Because I do almost everything else for us." Jet merely snarled as a response.
With that, she gave another loud cackle and slipped out of the room, honestly not expecting him to ever actually figure out anything adequate enough to use. What he didn't know was that she'd already prepared the papers… the rules, the ideas… everything.

"I hate her sometimes…" Jet growled to himself, frustrated as he picked up his pencil again, squeezing it tightly with his gloved hand as he plopped his opposing elbow onto the table, putting his head into his outstretched palm. With that, he continued writing, scribbling out, erasing… and cursing. Oh, how frustrated the poor bird was.

Wave and Jet… almost like brother and sister. Wave always seemed to be his older sister, always looking out for her 'little bro,' on top of picking on him on occasion. Jet looked up to her due to her staggering intelligence. She always assisted him whenever he was in trouble, too… which he also admired. She always took care of the situations, but only seemed to really only care about him, and the third member of their small clan - a large, soot gray albatross named Storm. Storm was not too bright, but he was indeed quite tough. He was the one who protected everything, and was incredibly defensive, short-tempered.

Several hours had passed in his small room of this forsaken house they'd chosen to use as a hideout, the sky turning to twilight. The small gems they'd had in the corner glinted slightly with the small ounces of sun left that was coming through the partially open window. It became difficult to see… and considering they lacked electricity in this specific part of the small shack, Jet decidedly stopped fiddling with ideas. He leaned back in his chair, causing it to utter an annoying creeeeeaaaaaakkkk. He sighed as he plopped his feet up on the table, reaching into one of his red-and-black boots. He pulled out a small crystal-looking box with fading inscriptions in it, clearly in an ancient, unused language.
"You," He muttered to the box as he twirled it around in his fingers, studying it attentively. "Some day, I will find out what my ancestors left you to me for…"
He brought his feet down from the table and pushed the chair back to where it was meant to be by shifting his weight forwards, the chair obviously not liking it from it's displeased sound as its front legs hit the floor.
He set the crystal box onto his plans, gently stroking it on one side as he leaned forward into it, squinting into its intricate hieroglyphics, studying them in the dying light.
"Your mystery will be solved… soon…"