Short for Missile Battery System, usually followed by a number denoting the number of missiles fired in each barrage
An ambitious mission and an unlikely vessel
A more colorful name for a decoy ship
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Cosmic Era tech extrapolated from the Netflix Series Black Mirror
The AFEC is the colonial and scientific branch of the Atlantic Federation Navy
Eager to distance itself from the racist and brutalist connotations of eugenics, beneuegenics (or literally good eugenics) is the grading of the quality of a person's genetic material
Prison isnt the end all of dealing with criminals, dissidents, and the unwanted
Also known as making the jump from cyborg to cymek
One of the Doomseekers early experiments. Wildly destructive, but still considered a failure
Police gear produced by LawMaster Industries
The Doomseekers are a faction within the House of the Forsaken that have as their goal the creation of a biological Doomsday weapon
The offspring of Political Action Committees and Lobby groups
The trade and commerce commission of the Solar system
The ICA is a United Nations like organization that nominally oversees the colonial assets of humanity in the Solar System
The bioforge is a brute force human engineering device, and with it comes the loss of biological autonomy
Another term for a clone production and storage facility
Also known as road trains, or land trains.
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Like the Heavens, the mind of the Starseed becomes infinite
Now, this ol' ramblin fellow tends to walk his talk a bit too far down the train sometimes.. So I'll be brief in my recantin' of how it was my Tavern "came to bein'" on the multiverse as a weave of it's own spell.. And how I'm even alive to tell the story!
You see it's simple really, trust me.. that's my specialty, keepin it elementary. And you can trust this old Bard.
Anyway, this one night these wizards get a ramblin' on about the temporal exististance of space and time and how it could be manifested in a weave of super dimensional space. whereupon the folded space would give rise to an infinite number of entrances and exits to one or many spaces. Now, seein' how my talkin' sometimes get's locked into the way us folks used to talk back in the ol' west. These wizards didn't know I was a master of the word. and I had heard everything they said. They were also a bit over the wagon, while I was steerin' the show.
So that's how it came to pass, I struck a bargain with the wizards. They come to me in the morning and conjure up their idea into reality and I'd pledge them my life, my existance.. in essence my soul. but in a much nicer sense of the word. So they came by in the morning a half remembering our talks the prior evenin'. And I recanted their words verbatum, and that's how it came to be. The spell was complete that afternoon. My tavern would be the super dimensional cube that would exist in this weave of space and time, folks could come and go as they please, knowin in mind some of the rules and limitations set forth.
A few of 'em as follows.
No feller can be causin a ruckus inside any of my fine establishments, as always rule number one god damnit.
n' second the portal works kinda tricky. When ya outside ya cast the spell and lend your will to luck a bit and regardless the doors to the bar will appear, the windows a luminescent amber.. you can hear the chattee but ya can't see in. And the catch is the door might be locked, in which case you chalk it up to lady luck and go walk off and try again in an hour. Now most times the door pops right open and from the outside you always come in the front door, immediately greeted by myself or one of our many fine patrons of Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse.
Now when ya cast the spell from inside the Tavern, another catch comes up. The back door is mainly a secret for the non-initiated staff and the regulars but for sake of the prose let's assume we all know there's a secret door in the back with a portal there. Now when you go on through this one, you got two scenario's you oughta be aware of. One is ya pop outside relative to the same spot you came out. The other is, you walk back on into this one or another of our many Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse.
so it's a clever quantum railroad I got my tavern and my people's caught on. But, Hey the show's sure as always goin. ohhh' rutin tootin skidoodle -
** And that's it.. that's the only notes I found on the spell, apparently out there somewhere is a Tavern caught on the mighty ebb and flow of the multiverse. Well. at least I can put to rest my torment as to the condition now referred to as "Hooper McFin's Teleportation Paranoia".
Dr. Clarke T. Mulligan - Professional researcher of Time & Space.
Hooper McFin's Ale & Steakhouse