You’d been notified in passing conversation that a new member had joined your team of heroes. It also just-so-happened that they conveniently missed out exactly who they were.

All you got was a name - ‘Jeff’, and that was basically it. No abilities, no special powers, no appearance description, all they said was ‘Jeff’. The name alone was far from intimidating, but hey-ho, the more the merrier.

You’d gotten sent out once again to try and push back a few intruders that managed to find their way into the forged world you all resided on. It was a one-person mission, considering the threat wasn’t all that large.

They did, however, happen to be a sneaky son-of-a-gun, and you’d lost them within the very vast and very expansive area you were trying to locate them in.

You tried to keep your head on a swivel, but obviously you weren’t a chameleon, and could only see so much in your peripheral. That problem was made very known when you turned to be face-to-face with the barrel of a very large blaster.

But not for long, evidently, as a very focused blast of what seemed to be water shot directly into the enemies abdomen, sending them flying into oblivion.

Turning around and looking to find your apparent saviour had probably been the strangest sight you had ever laid eyes on.

A… Shark. With its usual fins and large, sharp teeth, but with four legs and paws. It also had a large tongue that flopped out of its mouth like a dog. It was also much smaller than a normal shark, probably about the size of a black bear, and much… Rounder than your average Great White. Around its neck was a collar with the name tag - ‘Jeff’.

So that’s why the team didn’t say anything.

The shark, Jeff, looked up at you with black, beady eyes, letting out a little “Mrrr..!” as he approached you, hopping on the spot and spinning a few times, like he was trying to let you know that he was friendly.