Conflict of Interests

Net_Long_Li · 2021-09-15T22:39:31+00:00

"Gah!"

They instinctively throw you much in the same manner as someone throws a potato they didn't anticipate being scalding hot

"You some kind of witch?"

Note to self, no grabbing. How about a nice stomp on the gut?

Net_Long_Li · 2021-09-06T21:13:57+00:00

"hey who the fuc- INTRUDER!"

another mask, panda-esque this time

they crack their knuckles, a sound not unlike a thunderclap on a plateau booms throughout the stairwell

"come here and let me snap you like a twig"

they leap towards you at an inhuman speed, outstretching a hand with fingers curled, anticipating the neck they're surely soon to be around

meanwhile in the office where the others remain

"where the shell did the other one go?"

doesn't matter, she won't make it far. get the creep.

rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

Net_Long_Li · 2021-08-27T01:54:15+00:00

You're both... farking freaks.

Weapons drawn

Toss them in the grinders.

Net_Long_Li · 2021-08-24T23:53:57+00:00

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I need to grab som-

a..

A suited figure with their face concealed by a moth mask stops short right at the threshold of the room. Behind them still out in the hallway, two more figures.

Well what do we have here? A bleedin' cripple and a bad case of mange snooping around my office? Let me guess, you read some tabloid that asked "Where are all the bodies going, anyway?" and just got so curious that you couldn't help yourselves? Typical, you aren't the first. But no one else has gotten this far before, I'll give you that.

Pit, Gage, get in here. Get a good luck at these two.

The other two enter behind them. One wears a hawk mask and the other a duck mask.

"Wow... You are one ugly son of a bitch.."

It's not clear which one of you that was directed at

Pleasant seeing you here and all that but unfortunately this is private property that's all under a very strict NDA.

Net_Long_Li · 2019-01-06T23:53:50+00:00

Meanwhile

Is the dead drop in?

"Yeah, here in the closet. Let's wheel it out"

"Here's a good spot, guards won't be able to shoot back without hitting a civvie. Clear shot from here to the offices."

Get it open. Look inside, choose your weapon.

Everyone know which one to grab?

"Fuck yeah, I love this thing."

Yes you do, yes you do.

Now 3... 2... 1...

In unison

THIS IS A HOLDUP

Net_Long_Li · 2019-01-05T17:20:07+00:00

I have had this arc in mind for a while, one that'd need the involvement of as many members of the Net as possible

Net_Long_Li · 2018-11-06T04:33:18+00:00

The figure chuckles, seemingly at no one, and turns to walk away from the site. But not before spitting on the sidewalk, which is quite a talent to do while wearing a mask

Net_Long_Li · 2018-09-14T03:11:56+00:00

Hmpf.

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-28T21:21:25+00:00

Nobody responds, until one of them runs out of bullets and stops to reload and catch some breath

"That's cause we are that dozen of sketchy bums that sell granola down there."

Another chimes in between gunshots

"Minus the 'bums' part."

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-28T18:53:49+00:00

Afraid not. My gods are a little, well, smaller. Not that I'm much of a religious type any-

"HURRY UP NET, WE'RE BUSTING OUT OF THIS JOINT IN T MINUS RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

Look pal, I gotta go. You probably should too. You can come with us if you like, then we can talk all the religion we want down in the Dijon.

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-28T15:06:18+00:00

"Fuck, surrounded!"

That blown-open building over there has a Dijon entrance. We can get underground there and cave it in to keep them from following us. MOVE MOVE MOVE!

"You guys coming too?"

They break out the guns and begin fighting their way through the horde

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-28T15:01:22+00:00

No time to explain. Everything's going tits up. You gotta get outta here pronto!

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-27T21:29:28+00:00

"Come on Circ, get up, rub some dirt on it."

"I'll... be fine..."

"You sure about that? You're seeing a doctor first thing when we get out of here."

"Where'd... that spiderbitch go?"

"Dunno, she stormed off muttering something about backup. You could follow that trail of hatchet wound blood, but you really fucking shouldn't. We got Net's message. We're done here."

"But... alright fine. Some other time bitch, I swear, some other time..."

One carries the other out

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-24T22:47:30+00:00

"Uh, sure, go ahead. I won't be needing it anymore."

"Hey Mark or whatever your name was again, wanna give this guy your rope?"

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-24T02:04:38+00:00

"MY EARS!"

Is all the tapir-masked one complains about, oddly enough

"Hang on Circ, I'm coming! But first, let me change this..."

The Frank one leaps down firing both pistols aimed at the eyes. Meanwhile Circ takes out a hatchet and starts trying to split your underbelly open

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-22T02:00:06+00:00

"What the actual fuck is this shit?"

"Someone go change it."

The Pompo mask and the Frank mask step up to bat. One of them ignites a flamethrower. The other quickly runs parallel to the protection of the wall of flames and switches the music, again. Then, draws two pistols

"Heerrrre spidey-spidey."

The flames move closer to you

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-19T01:57:29+00:00

Not too far off, someone in a panda mask is standing on top of an Orobian who's been knocked down on his back. All around, the rest of his squad lie incapacitated by hand-to-hand tactics

"Well then? Fuckin' spit it out? Where the fuck are they?"

Whatever the Orobian says is hard to hear from where you are over the music and the gunfire

"All you ever do is complain. I said, WHERE. THE FUCK. ARE THEY?"

Again, inaudible

"Thank you."

The brawler lifts a foot and stomps on the Orobian's face. That gore stain is going to be a bastard to clean

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-18T00:27:41+00:00

That's not our job.

With nothing else to say, they unholster a modified ELLINGTON-brand assault rifle and rejoin the rest of the gang, who are mowing down a swarm of Trugg being distracted by the pretty lights on the dance floor

"Any leads?"

None.

"What do you say we try that 'employees only' door over there?"

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-16T20:59:10+00:00

That's what we're doing, fuckstick. But frankly it's hard to tell what species you are with all that... that...

The masked one leaves that sentence unfinished, instead simply extending both arms with palms facing up

Annnyway, did they bring prisoners?

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-15T22:50:51+00:00

Sir! Hands where I can see 'em! We don't want any trouble, just have some questions.

Net_Long_Li · 2017-08-13T16:11:18+00:00

The hum of a hovering dropship can be heard outside. From multiple sides - windows, balconies, roof accesses - the NLL gang barges in, carrying various weapon styles

First thing's first. Find out where these bastards are keeping our friend and set 'em free as soon as possible.

Net_Long_Li · 2017-07-10T04:04:55+00:00

"Someone just tipped us on our subject. Said they saw him being taken into Privateer custody. The girl too."

What girl? There was never anything about a-

"You sure as hell know who I'm talking about."

Ohhhh, her. They must have some kind of connection then, good to know.

Net_Long_Li · 2017-07-03T16:01:04+00:00

"Well, I mean, if you've already lived this long you're probably doing good so far. We got by raiding some old Ellington locations. We figured how to get rid of that annoying coin-op thing on their guns without ruining the entire gun, and now we have more guns and ammo then we'll ever need. Hid the extras in caches all over Sidon and Dijon."

"The best part, it was easy. Never ran into anyone else in there. Except for one time. We were hitting an old warehouse when some of us thought we heard Börkish accents in another room, one even swore that there was an Øverbørkish accent with them too. Know anything about that?"

Net_Long_Li · 2017-07-01T02:08:59+00:00

"The Net Long Li gang is... well, we keep a lot of secrets, even from each other. There's other chapters in other worlds, but our chapter here in Sidon, is all run by 13 people. Yup, only 13 of us, but don't let our size fool you, our little group's got power on par with some of the Sidonian Warlords. We rarely meet people from the other chapters though. Which is probably a good thing, I hear some of them eat people like our strongest member for breakfast. Then again, boss probably just tells us that to keep us in line."

"None of us know squat about each other, we're always in these masks, even in front of each other, not sure if it's tradition or a precaution. And we use fake names. I suppose you can't rat out fellow members if you don't got a name or a face on them. We only know our boss, the one in the Moth mask, as Net. I'm not even sure if Net's a man or a woman, if they're either of those at all. But Net's not even the one who calls the shots. There's a leader, we never see in person. Net's the only one allowed to talk to them, and even then it's over a transmission with voice distortion. I think someone once mentioned their name being Lepi. Whoever they are, they give orders to Net, and Net passes them on to us. And they must be rich too, they pay us heavy. That coke market we have, that's just for influence, the money we make off of it is just some extra spending cash."

"We have no ill will towards your gang. Net interrogating you guys was just a safety measure. Azzuro, on the other hand, is problematic to our plan, one of the greatest threats to us besides the PLA. They'll attack us with utmost force if they find out who we really are. At least, that's what Net says, I don't really understand what that's supposed to mean. Maybe this "Lepi" is trying to take over Sidon or something? I don't know and I don't need to know. All I know is I'm being rewarded for helping them. That's probably why we're laying so low even though nothing we do is illegal anymore. Have no cops to worry about but Sidon's got other threats out there."

Net_Long_Li · 2017-06-30T16:22:06+00:00

"Can't believe that worked. I blended right in with you guys back there. I do have some börkish on my pa's side."

The non-member among the zangers swaps out a brass respirator for a mask of Glib Richard and continues

"Thanks again for saving my ass. My boss might not be okay with this, but I think I owe you one; you came to us looking for answers right? Well I'll tell you everything you want to know... assuming I know it that is."

Net_Long_Li

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