Jam Squad

Introduction - Surprise!
Bam, bam!

The sounds of gunshots filled the crisp winter air, bullets flinging through the air. Windows shattered, thousands of tiny shards of glass falling to the stone ground. Dark figures dashed through Jamaa Township alongside innocent jammers, whose screams filled the air as phantom animals invaded. Some limped, some hopped, and some flew. Not many were standing up against the invaders, as their weaponry would overpower them in a heartbeat.

"Help!" a high-pitched voice beams out from the crowd. "Help, momma! Help me!"

The black, wispy figure of what looked to be a fox with piercing white eyes was stalking up to a young bunny wearing a necklace, who was crouching under a wooden plank. His body was shaking rapidly as the figure approached him, aiming a gun attached to a belt around its waist at the bunny. He let out a scream as the fox showed its razor sharp teeth, the tips of them sharper than knives.

"Don't fear me, it'll be over soon..." it said in a dark voice, almost like a whisper. "Relax, and you won't feel a thing..."

BANG!

A small, pinkish-purple figure zoomed by, cutting through the fox with some sort of sharp object. The fox let out a scream of agony, a horrifying screech that could make your head feel like it were about to burst. It dissolved into the ground, its body liquefying and deforming. Its muzzle stuck out of the pile of goop as it rotted into the ground, leaving nothing but ashes. The figure bounced away.

Soon, the phantoms had all been killed- well, if they could die. Ashes and glass littered the township. Animals began to come out of hiding, stepping into the opening.

"The phantoms won't stop attacking," said a wolf with a police vest, shaking his navy blue pelt. He adjusted his sunglasses and turned on a walkie-talkie that was on his belt. "We need to call them up."

"No, not them..." said a blurry voice from the device. "We can't do that. They're bad people."

"It's the only thing that's going to keep these phantoms out. Call the Jam Squad up."

Chapter 1 - Retrieve
The prison gates opened, and a group of heavily armed lions began to walk in, their armor shining in the lights. They walked down a long hall, prison cells on every side. The imprisoned animals went silent instantly, the angry screams being cut off once they caught a glimpse of the lions. When they walked out of the room through a steel door, the noise rose again.

"Hush!" one of the lions snapped as they walked out.

The leader of the group, a black lion with stunning yellow eyes, tapped in a code with a pen built into his tail tip and a metal door opened. Danger signs were hung all over the door with a list of precautions on the walls. An alarm was set over the door as it opened, the red light flickering on as it let out a beeping noise.

They approached the first inmate, who was in a heavily built cage in the center of the metal room. The bars had bite marks and dents all over it, and the door had multiple locks.

Inside sat a brown kangaroo with pale star markings. Around his neck were three black shock collars with small lights on them that appeared to be cracked on the tops. Bands were around his wrists with a few tags on them. The guards noticed the burnt tip of his tail, a tiny flame flickering as a puff of smoke rose into the air. Some sort of pins were on the collars, including a smiley face with eyes shaped like an X and a paw print.

When he saw the guards, he let out a laugh and leaped at the bars, gripping them. He poked his head through.

"What'ddya want, mate?" the Australian animal laughed, having a sort of raspy voice that was slightly high in pitch. "Here to give me s-"

"SHUT IT, Rat!" the leader of the group snarled. "Don't speak unless you're spoken to."

"Now what do you want?" Rat laughed, hopping down from the bars, still gripping them.

"We command you to come with us," the lion growled, two of them unlocking the door while one of them went in and snatched Rat up by his waist in its jaws. The kangaroo shrieked as he was carried off into another room with a few familiar inmates.

Blade, a white fox with black eyes and a red moon symbol on her forehead. She wore two samurai swords, along with a studded collar and a tag on her ear. She said nothing, only sitting there with a dark aura surrounding her.

Tank, a bulky white-and-black tiger with blue eyes. A large collar with many boxes that held the shocking device were attached to it, as he looked like a beast himself. A large chain went down from the collar. What Rat noticed was the long stitch that went down his back from his neck to the tip of his tail, fitting his scarred look.

Olive, the overly friendly pale pink otter with freckles and bright blue eyes. He wore no safety collars, since he was the tamest of the bunch, but that was replaced with a wire. He had white spots on his back and face.

Foxglove, a reddish-brown falcon with a creamy brown underbelly. She wore a chest plate that was studded down the middle, along with a band around her left leg. On her head was a rotting flower that never seemed to fully die, a toxic red berry in the center of it.

And last was Leeper, a deep brown cheetah cub with dazzling orange eyes and a brown underside, white cheetah markings patterning her small body. Around her forehead was a dazzling flower crown decorated with roses and lilies. A strange wristband was on her right foreleg, and some sort of lightweight metal rings were curling around her tail.

"We need all of you to help us."

"Why should we?" Foxglove snapped in her naturally quick voice. "You never give us anything in return for anything we ever do."

"I swear, there will be some payment."

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WIP BC IM LAZY

Yeah IDK... this sorta came up and I wanted to kinda make a story type I haven't seen before. I did get some inspiration from Suicide Squad somehow if I'm correct.

yeah

got any ideas for what may happen? cOMMENT