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.
Ingo Takamoto was first a foremost a dog lover, but was also a brilliant geneticist
The massive computers of the future don't always communicate with the puny humans through soft chimes and a soothing voice over the PA/intercom. Sometimes they have a special android body that serves as their own super surrogate
Clarification and details on the tiers of machine intelligence
Everyone had the nerve to look surprised when the androids starting forming their own society, and started telling humans to stick it, including calling them 'false men'.
The Achturardackians were pioneers of sigil based magic, and their techniques for building glyphs, sigils and seals remain the foundation of magic inscription.
A neural interface and mind recording device
Strange girl fashionista gang
One of the largest and most famous cryodetention centers operated by Creative Incarcerations Corp
An overview of the environs and settings of the Cosmic Era on a meta level
In the Petroleum Era, it was considered more uncommon for a family to not own a personal automobile, and in some areas, aircraft were as numerous as automobiles. In the years that followed transportation demands and needs changed, as did the vehicles that did the work.
I have heard it all my life,
A voice calling a name I recognized as my own.
Formerly Andrew 'Dandy' C. C. Yates, the Scranton Psychopath, now Andrew 12-C66
An underground club, meeting place, and fortress
The players see a small shrine to the local nature deity just of the trail. Before they even approach it, they can smell the foul stench of rotting meat. If they inspect the shrine, they can see it has been desecrated by rotting organs in the last few days. There is no mistaking it for an obscure ritual, the organs are thrown everywhere, not left in specific places as in sacrifice.
If the players try to clean the shrine, they will soon find it has been boobytrapped to fling sharp splinters covered in the rotting gore in every direction. While only doing a few points of damage, they injured players will likely take sick soon unless they get medical attention.