"Oh fuck. It's THIS guy."
"What's he flying? Looks like some sort of... long-range net repair thingamajig. Does that thing even have GUNS on it?"
"Doesn't need 'em."
"What? What's he doing out here?"
"Mercenary."
"Then how does he fight?"
"Posting. Shitposting. Every time that big dish spools up, he fires out a bunch of garbage over the Omninet. Floods your computer systems. Leaves you a sitting duck."
"...There is no way that works."
"Trust me. I worked with the guy once. His fingers are like spiders, the way they dash over the keys. He can put out a dozen dick jokes and a misspelled taunt directed towards Twitter's Main Character in five seconds flat."
"There's no way that's real. Right?"
Comm static
"...Sarge?"
-- Omninet chatter from the second Lucerian Campaign, 3265