Storm the Albatross stands alone, practicing a series of punches in front of a makeshift training dummy made of old metal scraps. “Alright, you pile of bolts, you think you can mess with the Babylon Rogues? Well, think again!” He swings a massive fist, sending the dummy flying across the room. “Ha! Take that! No one stands a chance against my power!”

He flexes his arms proudly.

“Jet says I need to think more, but why bother when I can just smash stuff? Smashin’ is my thing!” He pauses, rubbing his beak thoughtfully. “Wait… is it better to think before smashing? Or smash before thinking? Ugh… this is confusing!” He picks up his Extreme Gear and looks it over.

“This baby’s ready to ride! No one’s beating me in the next race. Not Sonic, not Knuckles… especially not that Eggman guy!”

Storm’s eyes narrow as he clenches a fist.

“And if anyone messes with Jet or Wave, they’ll answer to me. ‘Cause I’m not just muscle… I’m loyal muscle!” With renewed confidence, he grins.

“Now… where did that dummy go?”