An arcanotech weapon system, also known as an implosion bomb, a Schwartzchild, or a Corrosion Warhead
Why would anyone want a child?
Another piece of retrotech favored by wastelander nomads, terrorists, and explorers.
Not every nation and faction can afford supersoldiers, power armor, or mecha. They have to innovate.
Mag Rails rose in prominence across Eurasia after the Resource Wars ended, and remain popular vehicles on the Silk Road and in wasteland areas.
Weaponoids are robotic weapons that intended to used by mecha or similarly large robots
Part of the New Themysciran Readiness Doctrine, there are dozens of Exalted Mothers in each of the island's major cities, each a 20 foot tall combat capable war droid.
Also known as A10s, synaptic amplifiers are both tools for cognet interface and fashion statements
The first documented virtual illness.
A mutation of Legionnaire's Disease, Space Sickness, or Space Lung, is a not uncommon malady of the Cosmic Era
A remarkable pilot in the Atlantic Federation Aerospace Force, the Cosmic Era incarnation of Audie Murphy
Dr. Carter is a well known (at least in academic circles) as an Indiana Jones-esque scholar of the occult and professor of pre-human culture, a Mars born swashbuckler in her youth, now a tenured and crafty acquisitionist.
The virtual police/help function of the CogNet
Formerly known as Annika Monroe of New Newark Arco #6
Also known as PPI or Brain Pumping.
The identification/passport/credit card of the Atlantic Federation/Cosmic Era
Tilde is a charismatic hume who works as a fixer for the hume commune on the dark side of the moon, setting up contracts between the commune and freelancers or mercenary agencies.
Biogenics, arcanotechnology, and post-genderism in the Cosmic Era
This is definitely going to void yer warranty, mate.
The Cohaagen Apparatus is an illegal piece of technology used for memory manipulation.
It seemed like a great place to camp. The clearing was good sized and sheltered from the wind. The brook just a few feet away. There is a natural hallow to keep the horses.
Then the night came.
It was like it became a different place. The temperature dropped. The wind, which does not seem to disturb cloth, almost cuts through you like an arctic wind. No one can sleep, as the soft ground has turned hard. The horses are uneasy. The Bats are flying over and stopping in the trees.
And then there is the eyes. There are glowing eyes just inside the tree line watching your group. The mages and clerics can detect nothing, but there is still something there.
(yet there is nothing at all... The Darkness will do nothing unless the players do something to it. And even then it will all seem to be a conincidence.)
Of course, in the morning, it all becomes sweet and light.