Name: Jake Clawson Alias: Razor Age: Mid-twenties. Commonly considered 24. Even more energetic than his partner, Jake is less comfortable around a pretty girl than technical wizardry. Jake has a ball inventing wild and dangerous additions to the SWAT Kat aresenal, but he has even more fun trying his gadgets out in actual combat as Razor, the SWAT Kat armament expert! (More appropriately, when in the back seat of the TurboKat, he's a weapons systems officer or WSO - "wizzo.") Name: Chance Furlong Alias: T-Bone Age: Mid-twenties. Commonly considered 26 (is most likely the elder of the two). Easy-going and confident, Chance is a magician when it comes to vehicle repair. There's no kat you'd rather have work on your car. Secure and cocky, Chance fancies himself as a ladies man but generally has more success as a maniac in the pilot's seat of the TurboKat as T-Bone! Has been known to flirt with Deputy Mayor Calico "Callie" Briggs when she brings her car in for repairs. (Episodal reference - "The Giant Bacteria") As the SWAT Kats: T-Bone ---------------- Sometimes called "Hotshot" by his partner. The backbone of the team is the strong and burly type. T-Bone's piloting skills take a backseat to no one. He can fly higher, faster, and more agilely than any buzzboy around! Some call him a hot stick maniac, but one kat knows better... Razor ---------------- Often called "Sureshot" by his partner. Once called "Ace" ("Unlikely Alloys") and once "Kiddo" ("The Metallikats"). And, that's Razor! T-Bone best pal, biggest rival, and the best gadget expert in the business! A master inventer and mechanic, Razor's second home is his beloved TurboKat weapons station! Did you say accuracy? Razor can shoot an apple off a cactus from 2,000 feet up while flying upside-down! His awesome invention and targeting skills are matched only by his big buddy T-Bone's flying prowess! The TurboKat ------------------ Technically, the third SWAT Kat. Being former Enforcer pilots, the TurboKat is the SWAT Kats' vehicle of choice, despite a rather impressive array of additional transport. Specs: F-14 Tomcat in design, though likely considerably larger than any actual F-14. Akin to the F-15 Strike Eagle in its weapons officer's station/setup. VTOL (vertical take-off and landing) capability like a British Sea Harrier. Top speed: Per the first season's "Secret Files of the SWAT Kats" blurb before the end credits - Mach 5. Per the second season episode "SWAT Kats: Special Report" - Mach 8 (This would appear to take into account the "Speed of Heat turbine enhancement" added in "When Strikes Mutilor" as the "Special Report" was compiled after the completion of the second season.) The SWAT Kats' History -------------------------- While pursuing Dark Kat, Chance and Jake, then a pair of young Enforcer pilots, disobeyed Commander Feral's orders to disengage. Jake's missiles were locked on their target. To fall back meant to risk losing the criminal mastermind. Furious at their insurbordination, Feral recklessly manuveured his jet around the young Enforcers' craft, clipping its tail and sending the other jet into a dive. Jake and Chance ejected to safety, but their jet collided with the newly constructed Enforcer Headquarters. Commander Feral wasted no time in blaming the twosome for the incident and hustling them off his force and into the city's military salvage yard to spend the next eternity paying off the multimillion dollar debt. Undaunted, Jake saw promise in the mounds of scrap metal. This he could work with. "There's enough military salvage here to build our own jet," he mused, thoughfully hefting the shattered tip of a jet's wing. "And, do what?" Chance demanded, a metal bolt waiting to be angrily hurled into the mounds of scrap clenched in his fist. "Get back in the air and back at Dark Kat." Chance let his hand drop to his side and stepped closer to his friend, ears pricking forward curiously. "And, all the other criminal scum that rear their ugly heads in MegaKat City," Jake continued. Chance's eyes widened at his words, the bolt dropping from his hand. "Only this time, we do it our way," Jake proclaimed. Chance's round face split in a wide grin. "Then, what're we waitin' for, buddy?!"