All you need to stop a brain is a bullet.
30 generic problems to dole out for homebrew, custom made, and scratch built machines
Quite simply, the most sophisticated and pound for pound most dangerous vehicle in the skies of the Cosmic Era
The walking siege engines of the Cosmic Era
The Rocky Mountain Republic owes in large it's existence to a single limited run of primitive mechs, the Assault/Bombard Mech model 1.
I have attempted several articles about the mecha of the Cosmic Era, and all of them have either died in development hell or were simply deleted. This, I hope, will be the one that I see through to the finish.
The home base of the mighty mech
Not all armor is created the same, some is made from sterner stuff, others, not so much.
A common light mech of the Atlantic Federation
The leading Megacorp of the Atlantic Federation
The Sperry-Colt 7.5 cm automatic rifle, standard weapon of battlemechs for the Atlantic Federation
The Sogans were a mystically aware technological society. Queen Stavarang is the last surviving Sogan in the galaxy
A specialized suit of power armor designed for peacekeeping and urban roles
a disposition os 30 types of armored combat vehicles
While the glory goes to the battlemechs, during the height of the Star Empire, the martial machines were said to be outnumbered 20 to 1 by their menial brethern, the industrial mechs
The pre-eminent industrial power of the Carinelle Cluster and the Confederation of Stars
One day nothing, two weeks later they had a pre-con base deployed and instead of a stagnant zone we had a category three offensive breathing down our neck, damn the bastards who came up with that monstrosity, and our own bastards for not having any of our own!
I've seen a lot of things in my time lad, six legged mechs, tanks with arms, jets that turn into mechs, but I've never seen anything like that.
A hulking testament to the authority, affluence, and capability of the Yerisian Regime
A whole company of NPCs that can do the mundane jobs while the PCs do the hero stuff.
Cold Comfort is a long-sword of star-steel, its blade giving off a wan, blueish light. Its grip is wrapped tightly in snow-serpent hide, and its pommel bears a single opalescent gemstone.
This blade is enchanted in such a way, that whoever wields it, begins to fall completely and irrevocably "in love" with the weapon. This love does not manifest itself as the expected reverence and bond formed between any warrior and his weapon, but as a deeper, truer love, one has for a soul-mate of the same species! The longer the wielder carries Cold Comfort the stronger and more disturbing this love becomes, and only the most powerful of magicks can potentially break the sword's insidious spell. The blade's owner will even speak to and coo to the weapon, convinced that the sword understands and returns this epic love.
If the blade's wielder somehow loses the weapon or has it taken away, they will become inconsolable, and will predictably go to "ends of the earth and back" to retrieve it at any cost. Such is the weapon's curse that even separation from it does not damper the feelings the owner has for the sword. Legends tell of several distraught and mind-addled knights who even years after losing the blade, still wander the country-side searching for their lost love. And woe be to the "new lover" if and when they find him or her.