Traipsing across the countryside in Upper Stret West Bank today, I was startled when a powerful General of RK-Mafia, Poisoned, suddenly appeared running beside me.
"You wouldn't happen to have seen any troublemakers out here have you?" he said with a mischeivious wink that said maybe you want to start some... trouble... with me or I know you're with them, and you'll will be targeting practice should you continue in your folly...
"Trouble?" I shruged. "Omni's bothering clanners here?" Just then, a streak of armor appeared over the hill. I've seen Rookie OT Agents before, but this one seemed smarter than the others, certainly well-trained as it carried a weapon twice the size of its opifex body.
Sensing the presence, and to my surprise, recognizing the specialist, Poisoned seemingly ordered the agent to be gone. "Snipe...." My optical circuits zomed in to ident the figure. Snipefix, agent, rank 35, of the Germz faction. curious, an Omni, who would certainly have been attacked by even moderate Clanners....
Unnerved, I smiled, "Just a little lost while sightseeing... Borealis is to the west?" Poisoned noded with a smirk. I waved farewell, and continued west, playing along with my own ruse.
I hacked myself out of the world database (went anonymous), unfurled my portable Yalmaha, and surveilled the area cautiously. From just beneath the clouds, I witnessed several powerful clanners zipping about, but always coming back to a pair of notum mining towers and several armed people, all with OMNI idents!
The smoking gun: the militant wing of my notorious Nanomage Liberation Front has attacked several mining facilities of late. And unbeknowst to me, a squad of six from NLF's Assault Force was taking action against the Germz facilities as I floated overhead. They hid behind a rock foromation by a waterfall, preparing for battle. But before I could warn my compatriots, an enforcer blitzed their position. Within seconds, Germz and RK-Mafiosi converged on them, and ganked them all.
I burned quietly within the safety of this flying alloy, and rushed to the nearest insurance reclaim to help heal the wounds of this travesty.
As one of them recovered on a makeshift bed of grass, they pronounced a chilling truth: "The coffin of greed bind together, without discrimination, all who sell their integrity."