Those sissy boys in the army, they gotta have their 'bots and guns, shiny vehicles and iron suits. Me, I don't need none of that. I've got everything I need on me.
Cagle, Claremont Class Biomod Mercenary
Sneaky bastards, the lot of them
When a situation calls for more than Soma, but less than Nerve Stapling, there's Lybrium
A look at slums and shanty towns in the Cosmic Era
Gotta have dat juice!
Golgotha, Shadowrunner and notorious Juicer
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
Walking through the alleys of the docks district of town, you hear an old, mad beggar calling out for alms. He claims to be a god, cast out from heaven and stripped of his powers. The party passes, tossing a few coppers to him. In thanking them, the madman refers to incidents in their childhood or distant past which would have been all but impossible for him to know.