A couple of Fireknaughts sat at a local coffeshop, following usual routine of watching the people of Wing City go about their daily lives as normal. All was normal, the sun shined and the population when on with life as if all was perfect. Even the two Fireknaughts sat unexpecting to what was soon to unfold, hosting a conversation about the topic of attacks.
"We've been here some time and there's been no action, hell, i've barely seen a defending force here." One Fireknaught spoke.
"Yeah. Our logs have found this city has been attacked many times, why is there nobody? Have they just given up or are they just that comfortable and dealing with the attacks as if they never occurred?"
"Humans are odd. They adapt to tragedy with ignorance. Who knows, maybe that's why we're here? Maybe we'll be their heroes and reinstall hope for them?"
"Possibly. Till then, let us enjoy our.... Do you see that?!" One got excited towards the end, almost shouting.
Beyond the patio they sat on, a being had appeared and was making rather bold comments. The Fireknaughts made no attempt to get up even though they watched the people fall paralyzed to the ground. Crowds broke out into chaos as they began to run, the shops quickly trying to empty out before the fog reached them.
"Well now, isn't this a great surprise?" The other Fireknaught spoke as he set down his full cup of coffee, "It's time to see if this city has a defense or if we need to do something."
"Aye. Let's sit and watch." One spoke as he locked the door to the shop and the two moved to barstools.
Reaching over and under the counter, the Fireknaught grabbed the weapons that the store clerk kept hid for them. The clerk felt safer knowing he had these two men around who shopped his location daily. These weapons were built by GEARS inc., the guise of their headquarters took when first appearing in Wing City, standing as a machine replacement part factory. These weapons were .10 Gauge Plasma Shotguns.
The two sat on their stools with their right arm on the countertop and their weapon being held casually across his body with both hands, pointing the barrel at the ground. They knew it would take long for any power to notice they were here, but they wanted to see if something came to fight this evil or if they would have to do it.
One Fireknaught activated a communication line in his earpiece, "Requesting back up. Please send under cloaked units, possibly some heavy weaponry and ten soldiers. In that time, we'll sit and wait, I'm sure this is going be fun."
The operator took the orders and shut off the line. It wouldn't take long for forces to arrive from their current location, and the way the scene was unfolding, the two knew they were fine for the moment. In the midst of their waiting, one decided to stand up and go behind the counter and open a safe hidden under the flooring. In less than thirty seconds, the Fireknaught popped up in his camouflage uniform with Fireknaught emblems on it. The other soldier looked at him odd, noticing the insignia.
"What is that on your uniform?" The other spoke, forcing the other to look also.
"I don't know..." The one spoke as he dug in his pockets, soon finding a note.
"Dear soldiers, you have not been forgotten, but actually on a top-secret mission. These are your new uniforms. After a few words with the clerk, he allowed the switch out. Enjoy your new uniforms.
Sincerely, Fireknaught Federation."
"Well now, isn't that a lovely surprise. Is there one for me?"
"Yeah!" The uniformed soldier spoke as he threw the uniform at the other.
Like the other, the soldier quickly changed into his uniform, "Boy, these things are lighter than before and feel much better. Wow... whoever the knew leader is, they got my attention."
The other laughed as he took his spot back on the barstool, "Like silk on my bum!"
The two laughed for a moment, "To be honest, I don't know what the difference is. Why do they even worry about changing uniform material? We're made of stone, I don't think any cloth is going to help us."
"Yeah. It's still nice thinking like it really matters. We'll see what these uniforms are made of soon enough." The second Fireknaught spoke before he felt something crumple in his pocket, that he'd soon reveal to be a letter.
"P.S. - GEARS inc. will be providing new uniforms shortly. Don't feel special, this just means that the order has yet to be revealed and your regiment is behind in times."
"Gah! Jackasses!" The one spoke as he threw the letter away, "I wanted to feel special, ya know, we're not about to deal with some type of monster. Oh well, we just get to be first. Let's not let these uniforms get too dirty."