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Ch.3: Past Revealed

After Wave patch me up, again, Jet decided that it would be polite to fill me in on the general basis of a member of the Babylon Rogues. He slumped down in his office chair. I sat on his desk with Wave and Storm behind me. He drawled his fingers on the desk, then sighed.

"We're thieves, we steal, use Extreme Gear-"

"Extreme what?" I interupted with childish manners.

Wave sighed, patting me on the shoulder. "I'll explain. Extreme Gear are similar to flying snowboards. Except, they have air boosters. This allows them-" And that's when it began a mindless babble about Extreme Gear. All I needed to know was that they could fly and looked like snowboards that could ascend into the air. I could make out a few specific words though. Jet...dumb...moron.

Upon hearing the insult, Jet snapped his head up. His eyes blurred with fury. "Hey! I'm not a moron! Whose the one who lost to that eight-year-old in the EX World Grand Prix?"

"At least I didn't cheat."

He was really riled now. Before Jet could add anything else to fire Wave's ego to extreme proportions, Storm said, "Hey! W-why don't we show Charmy around?"

I cocked my head backwards towards him. An interest gleamed in my eyes. My first trip on an airship! How exciting! I leaped to my feet, but was grabbed by Wave.

She waved a finger at me. "No more hyperactive things for a while, 'kay?"

"Yes Mom."

Wave stared at me funnily, appearing to be in shock.

I realized my mistake. "Wave! That's what I meant! Really and for truely!"

Jet stared at me with eyes full of sorrow. He stood up, facing Storm. "Storm? You're the one who suggested a tour for Charmy, so you can do it then! Wave and I must check on something."

"...Sure," he replied, slightly dissapointed. He and I noticed Wave giving a sly grin towards him. He snarled in response. "Charmy, since a certain somebody doesn't want ya flying, I'll carry you."

Before I had any time to reply, he used his powerful arms and lifted me unto his shoulders. They felt like Vector's.

Vector... The second I thought of him, I let a loose tear fly out of my eye. My emotions were in turmoil. It is hard for a six-year-old child dectective/newly made thief to watch your best friends die over the day. Amazing how someone's life can be turned upside down in just one day, let alone a few hours.

Storm shut the door, sighing heavily.

I sensed that he didn't want to do a tour. Perhaps he wanted an escape from the bickering between his two comrades. I poked his beak. It was very hard. I did it again, this time gaining his full attention.

He cautiously stared at me. Nervously, he asked, "Just what are you doin'?"

I laughed. "Move! I wanna see that airship! Don't go emo on me now!"

"You know what an emo is?"

"Yeah! My buddy Espio told me."

"Where's he?"

Bad move on the albatross' part. My heart twitched as agony proned me. ...Wait, I already told him! Was he listening or not? I glared at him, saying. "I told you already!"

Storm snickered a little, rubbing the back of his head cautiously. "Um, yeah! S-sorry."

I noticed that he stuttered. Alot. Way more than Vector did when he asked Madam Vanilla out on a date. "You stutter too much! Lighten up, big guy!"

His smile died down a few molars. I guess calling him a "big guy" wasn't such a good idea since he glared directly at me with malice. He warned me never to call me a big guy or I'd get thrown off the airship. Storm came up to a room, kicking it opened. It had a long, wide hammock at one side of the room. A drawer with various items such as clothes was visible. A desk lay in the corner of the room with papers and pencils in a slightly disorganized manner. Finally, a calender was marked off with three figures in the background. They appeared human with ninja headbands on and green vests. The one in the background had a white cloak with red Japanese memories.

"This is my room. Since Boss and Wave are cheap, and that I don't get paid enough, all I got is a little hammock," Storm grumbled, glaring at the hammock. His head flickered up a little. He placed me on his hammock and went into a closet.

"What'cha getting?" I asked, watching as Storm tossed a few things out. A few things seemed sharp, another nearly hit me in the face. "Gah! Storm? What's up?"

He turned around with a small mattress the size for a child. His grin was filled with eagerness. "Sorry, but it's all I got. I suppose that this'll be your bed now."

It wasn't new, hardly suitable. I smiled, inching myself off the bed. My wings felt better. Now, I could slowly start ascending into the air. I was used to the wind flapping on the back of my helmet covered head, but it felt nice to just have a cool breeze. Well, I guess having a mattress was better than that old locker I slept in.

Seeing my agreement, Storm placed it a little bit away from the hammock. "Now, that's settled. I'll show you around the airship."

"Okay!" I cheered in a sing-song voice. Suddenly, I latched onto Storm's head. Then, I pulled on his dredlocks. I burst into laughter. I looked at Storm's face, but all I could make out was a sigh of contempt. His features remained happy as far as I could tell.

Storm grabbed my feet, adjusting me onto his shoulders. "You remind me of Boss."

"Boss? You mean Jet, right?"

"Oh, I just call him Boss cause he's the leader."

"I called Vector, boss or chief!"

Storm had a slightly sad look in his eyes. Pity for my loss. The albatross gave another smirk. "Cool, I-"

Suddenly, a loud rattling shook the airship. A shriek was heard from Jet's office. Wave yelled something out, then Jet. A loud beeping noise came after. They dashed out from the room, nearly crashing into us.

Storm was instanly alarmed. "B-Boss, what's wrong?"

Jet panted a little, holding his hands onto his knees. The hawk pointed an accusing finger at me, some rage forming in his light aqua eyes. "You little brat! You never told us that you were the prince of the HoneyBee Colony!"
(A/N: In the Archie and Fleetway Comics, Charmy is a Prince. Just confirming this.)

The swallow put a hand on Jet's shoulder. "Calm down, Jet." She noticed my honeybee badge. She gave a weary smile. "That is proof of the king's son. So, why did you lie to Jet?"

"Lie to...?" Storm stared at me with confusion in his eerie looking eyes.
My mind was spinning again. How dare they accuse me of lying! "I told the truth! My Dad died on me, along with my Mom. You've no idea!"

Jet calmly stared at me. "Hmph! That's all? Dad just left, killed Mom, and poof! I'm the leader of the Babylon Rogues!"

Wave shoved him a little, warning him he was going to far.

I stopped. His dad killed his mom? I had to ask, but I stopped myself from hurting him. Instead, I growled, "I really didn't have a clue about being a prince! See, I was told to go the Angel Island-"

"Where that red mutt Knuckles lives!" Storm shouted, clenching his fist.

"Uh, yeah! Why?"

"HE BEAT ME IN THE EX WORLD GRAND PRIX!" His anger rose, flaring in his eyes. Then, he glared at Wave. "And you didn't help me by saying I suck!"

"Can's accept the truth, can you?" Wave retorted, putting her hand on her hip.

His anger rose another notch. "Why...you..."

"Stop it!" Jet and I snapped. We both looked at each other. We opened our mouth/beak at the same time, but then closed it like we were the same person.

He stopped again, but then started to laugh. It shocked everyone in the vacinity. His laugh was...weird to say the least with his sqeeky voice. Jet shook his head, chortling. "Know what? Stop. You don't need to explain yourself. Besides, we got that information from a sight where anyone can write stuff down."

I smiled, but then thought of something: no one ever showed me around. "So, can I get a tour now?"

Wave cleared her throat, grabbing my hand. "I'll do it, since I'm the only responsible one around here."

"Suuuure you are, Wave!" the two avian males remarked, walking away.

She twitched, but decided to ignore their foul remarks. The swallow dragged me along quickly. I could sense the "she didn't want to be here right now" feeling. It was like Storm's, but more tense. She paused, then nervously laughed. Facing me, Wave shook her head.

"What's up?"

Wave sighed in misery. "Sorry, Storm and Jet just upset me that's all." She opened a door a few halls down. She smiled and goes, "This is my room."

It was an almost completely white room. White bed, white dresser with a few splotches of purple, white desk, white everywhere! My eyes were almost blinded as it felt like looking towards the sun. I nearly fell over, with my mouth agape.

Repeatedly, I rubbed my eyes, until I noticed an Extreme Gear board on a white desk. Next to it, was that wrench Wave used to hit Storm. Another was a large hammer looking like Amy's Piko Piko hammer.

Wave noticed my notation. "Interested in my work? I was fixing up Jet's Extreme Gear when you happened to barge in with Storm. Which reminds me, I must fix up the window that you guys broke."

Shrugging, I zoomed onto her bed. In my little kid manner, I began jumping on her bed. Her bed was like Vector's, only neater and nice smelling. I wondered if she perfumed her room.

She snatched my wings, causing me to yelp. My wounds ached now. A math problem came into my head and it went like this: Jumping on the bed + just getting blasted from bombs pain to say the least. Wave and I glared at each other.

"Hey! W-what's the big idea?" I demanded, flailing my arms. "I was just acting like a kid!"

Wave sighed. "Another Storm. Oh, dear."

I snorted, crossing my arms.

"There's nothing much else to see, but since your staying with Storm, I guess we're done," Wave muttered. She took my arm, yanking me away from the bed.
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That's all for now. Hope it was good since I did this in one day. One chapter usually takes me two-four days. Also, if this is messed up by the format, I blame the submition.