Tales from Neon CityA Lunara Comics portal
❧ The Zone
Three megacorps, each famous for one thing and quietly in the business of everything else. And beneath them, a syndicate with a sense of theatre.
The main transit loop around Neon City, the lines out of it, the stations, the freight corridors, the commuter systems. If it moves on a schedule, Loop moves it.
What the street says: if you're late, it's never Loop's fault. Check the fine print on your ticket. Then check who printed it.
Supermarkets, convenience stores, imports, beverages, alcohol, tobacco, everyday everything. Xee is on every corner and in every fridge, and it is very, very friendly.
What the street says: you have never been more than two hundred metres from a Xee. Try it. Count.
No single market to its name — just a reputation for better tech, better weapons, better systems, and better silence. Restrained, premium, and not interested in explaining itself.
What the street says: the good gear says Steler on it somewhere small. The very good gear doesn't say anything.
Clubs, casinos, dark markets, grey-market logistics, private security, runners, and the elite troops to keep it all polite. Theatrical, dangerous, and not remotely silly.
What the street says: Rabbit runs it. Fat Alice runs Rabbit's problems. Nobody runs Rabbit.
Fat Alice's own. Cyber-enhanced, highly trained, and dressed to be recognised. Distinct from regular Wonderlands muscle in the way a scalpel is distinct from a brick.
What the street says: if you see the roses, you were already supposed to be somewhere else.
An elite independent crew: Oli on the long gun, Pixy on the doors, Dexio in the wire. Freelance, expensive, and occasionally in need of two more pairs of hands.
What the street says: good crew. Annoying lead. Would hire again, wouldn't have a drink with.
Not a faction. One woman, one emblem — cyber-fox, crescent moon, magenta neon — worn on her jacket, sprayed on her rides, and increasingly seen where it shouldn't be.
What the street says: if the fox is on the wall, she's already been through. If it's on the door, don't open the door.
The corps live in the background of Neon City: ads, towers, stations, vending machines, uniforms, delivery drones, branded everything. You will see the logos long before you see the people who own them. That is how they prefer it.
Every megacorp on this page behaves like a real one. Famous for one thing. Profitable from all of them.