It's not who we are, it's what we do
Not all armor is created the same, some is made from sterner stuff, others, not so much.
A moonsteel armlet set with diamonds
A rare male only Imbrian armor
Armor and accessory set worn by the guards of the Imbrian Royal Palace and the Lunar Temples
The Knights of Imbria are most commonly seen in artwork bearing their famous, or infamous heart shaped escutcheons
A destroyed Kingdom of the Moon, Imbria was lost and it's flotsam of debris rained down on Earth. Among the treasures of shattered Imbria were it's Ancient Swords
They're doing it, they're really doing it
One of the largest objects in Low Earth Orbit
Meta Level submission about the nature of conflict in the Cosmic Era.
Better known as the Ghost Suit
The best example of space designed power armor
An uncommon, but visually dramatic body modification in the Cosmic era
A stylistic writing challenge
A common light mech of the Atlantic Federation
Light personal armor worn in the Cosmic Era, the intermediate between flak jackets and ballistic plate and full powered combat armor
The basics of magnetic weaponry in the Cosmic Era
A man:machine:moment article regarding the tank in the Cosmic Era
A very brief set of guidelines for writing material in or for the Cosmic Era setting
A list of Parapsychic powers that have physical manifestations
Idea from the Aeneid. Could make an intriguing encounter when searching for firewood..."Quite near there happened to be a mound of earth, at the highest part of which were growing thickets of cornel and a dense cluster of spiky myrtle-stems. I went up there and tried to wrench the green growth from the ground to provide a leafy covering for our altar. There I was confronted by a horrible and astounding miracle. For from the first bush which I tried to break off...blood oozed in dark drops, fouling the earth with its spots...A piteous moan came from the base of the mound and I heard a human voice answering me: 'Why, Aeneas, must you rend a poor sufferer? I am buried here...for I am Polydorus. Here death overpowered me in a crop of piercing iron-pointed spears. And so a crop resembling javelins has grown over me...'"