(no we dont have a gabbity gun)
The helmets slide into place over the pair's face, with a veiwscreen opening up over their eyes, they began seeing a grassy meadow, with a young boy, specifically an albino lynx, sitting on the roof of his house. The boy is the one known as Gabag, and right now he is asleep. After a little bit, two dropships zoom over the horizon, the jet stream from the two knocking Gabag from his chair. "Wha.... What are these things?" quipped the young lad of 15, he quickly ran downstairs, zipping up a jacket to go take a look.