Everyone's got a story, and I'm tired of hearing them!
There are gangs, there are biker gangs, there are terrorist organizations, and then there are the Sons of Scorpions
You need a job, you need to find someone or something, or you need to lay low or need to sell something, you need a good fixer.
Chrome is the one of the most popular Superbrands in the Cosmic Era
The Cosmic Era setting operates on a number of different levels of engagement.
The ultra minimalism mech, for the common consumer
Somewhere along the line, someone decided that a giant swimming pool would make a great place for a rave club
Behind every great man is an astonished woman. Or the woman who did it for him.
Article 34 of the Tycho Conventions details the legality of (mega)corporation and state cooperation. Often known as the Seperation of Corp and State law, Article 34 is one of the most frequently violated and trampled sections of the treaty organization.
It is easy to assign Autobot and Decepticon like race or nationality, when it is much more a matter of political pursuasion.
All the news thats fit to upstream
Not a racially segregated hospital, but rather the Private Medical Complex
Some historians argue that the arcologies that remained active after the Resource Wars were not the cradles of the Second Renaissance, but fortresses that prolonged the Second Dark Age
A standard crowd control/riot shield
Tis but a scratch, send the guards and make sure they capture that joke of an assassin
A joint French-Canadian company, Chalopin-Barkin of Mars is one of the pre-eminent manufacturers of space mining equipment and exotic vehicles.
that I'm tired of getting the book out to look up the salient points
Myths and misunderstandings swirl around this mysterious metal
Also known as hover cycles, HBs, Tin cans, tin coffins, and smear-bikes, the military hover bike is a common vehicle in many arsenals and motorpools
More than one convoy crossing the Southwest, traveling through the Republic of Texas and Rocky Mountain Republic has found themselves in the crosshairs of a heavy black transfer truck and it's deranged driver.
The Mad Pope is a wandering mercenary. He is very well deranged as he considers himself to be the pontiff of the dominant faith. His robes are tattered, his mitre has seen better days and there are surely lice in his long ratty beard. What sets him apart from most addle-pated would be holy men is that he has armor under his robes and carries a large crossbow and several one-handed swords. While many would discout him as just another lunatic, for some reason, he inspires others around him and has demonstrated the ability to lay on hands and heal the wounded.