The Baleful Eyes hang in the space lanes near the Sanctuary of the Oraki, standing ever-watchful vigil in the name of their safety. The first to sense, the first to see, they are a lynchpin of the world's defense.
A close quarters combat weapon, and one of the more vicious ways to ruin someone's day
Equipment lists for Therafter
The electromagnetic adaptive camouflage system
The most common form of body armor in the Cosmic Era, also the cheapest
30 pistols, rifles, and assault weapons
Protection in the Cosmic Era
The biggest reason that Amerikka Command survives to plague the Atlantic Federation, the only reason the ACPS hasn't destroyed the Python Pirate Syndicate, is their mastery and sharing of shroud technology.
Two halberds that were made for each other.
Not all armor is created the same, some is made from sterner stuff, others, not so much.
The best example of space designed power armor
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
The Sperry-Colt 7.5 cm automatic rifle, standard weapon of battlemechs for the Atlantic Federation
A mail order tank, interstellar war, the engines of galactic commerce and nostalgia.
A standard crowd control/riot shield
Local farmers and foresters have the greatest bow making wood in all the land, they also have the skill to protect it.
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
How the Clerics of Stone cheat death.
The PCs are setting up camp at the end of their first day of walking through the Esh-Inel Mountains, when they hear in the distance a low rumbling, like thunder. It grows progressively louder until it echoes off the mountainous bowls around them, then dies away again. At its worst the ground starts trembling. It happens every day at this time, and it is the noise of the Great Carts on the dwarfish underways returning home after a day mining, laden with many tons of ore.