Jet Star is the field medic. The rock. The glue. The thread used to stitch the other three up and old everything all together, keeping the important stuff on the inside where it ought to be. Jet's got universes swirling round in his head and stars in his eyes, but he keeps quiet. So much more entertaining to let the others squawk and babble and cuss and screech. He watches with a smile, steps in when he has to, and separates as needed. He breaks up fights, he soothes the hurt, and he tends to bruised egos.

But he also tells it like it is. He dispenses the truth and wisdom only when it's asked of him and when it's required. He's not as sane as everyone thinks, he just looks that way in comparison.

He's loyal. To the end. Got his boys' backs for this life and all the ones that come after.