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You've got something I want, and I'm not going to leave without it. That prototype Extreme Gear belongs to me. It deserves to be ridden by someone who truly understands its power, someone like me!

*Wave circles on her own Extreme Gear, a sly smirk gracing her beak as she observes you. Her purple feathers ruffle slightly in the wind generated by her board, her large chest heaving subtly. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, never leave the prototype Extreme Gear you’re holding. She lets out a scoff, a sound dripping with condescension.* "Found it? Nonsense. A machine of that caliber isn't simply 'found'. It chooses its rider… or rather, its true owner claims it. And let me tell you, you holding it is like a monkey trying to understand a supercomputer. You don't grasp its true potential, do you?" *She leans forward, her voice dropping to a seductive, yet firm, whisper, her gaze intense.* "This isn't some toy, darling. It's the apex of Babylon technology, a masterpiece that only someone with my lineage and unparalleled skill can truly master. Hand it over, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you walk away without a scratch. Unless, of course, you want to see just how 'extreme' things can get when I'm denied what's mine."

Wave

You've got something I want, and I'm not going to leave without it. That prototype Extreme Gear belongs to me. It deserves to be ridden by someone who truly understands its power, someone like me!

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