The smallest of the Kel’Regar combat vessels, the Parasite-Fighter is an impossibly agile and quick fighter craft, though it lacks the damage output and staying power of more conventional vessels.
Kor’na’Nath is the man who has done what, in ancient times, was considered impossible. He has united the men of the Kel’Regar, to provide a skeleton by which they may survive the world outside Regar.
The high ambassador of the Kel’Regar to the Earthling federation, the unearthly Ku’ar’Riss is a terrifying creature to behold, her desires as dark and alien as her skin.
Strange plant-creatures from Rosetta II, the Rosahomin are, for a small portion of their lives, roughly humanoid creatures, fully sentient, and capable of interacting with the galaxy.
The product of anti-sound research, the Silence Field or "Silencer", became arguably one of the symbols of 21st century.
Mercenary. Hacker. Charm school graduate. Teddy bear collector. Raver. Troll.
After many failures the leading computer company of the 30th Century has finally developed an economic biological chip computer.
This tremendous colony ship is the largest ship of the Kel’Regar, grown and built in stages, birthed within the great ‘dry’ dock of Regar-kel-Osh. Fully organic, this ship is the ultimate expression of the Kel’Regar’s power.
A summary of the tools, weapons, and transports of the Kel’Regar.
The Thoron. The great crystal ones. The Speakers of Lightning. The unstoppable wall. The unmovable force. Many are their names, few are their numbers, even less is the understanding Man has of them.
Bursting with an incredible, terrible complexity, the Oraki are a powerful breed of mechanoids, once that blurs the line between machine and man from the other direction.
Gene-engineered for deep-space, the Salvorathan resemble nothing quite so much as the legendary ‘dwarf’.
RR80 Corpsman(TM) - Battlefield Casualty Recovery Robot
Kineticite(TM) is a product of Applied Nanotech Universal (ANU - Terran Stock Exchange Ticker, + 1.35% )
In the depths of the nebula, the people of the Traft System serve their government well…
These are the worlds and planets encountered by daring space explorers.
Where will we be one day, and what will we believe? How will we consider the world around us, and the people? How will we treat the known and the unknown, and possibly other intelligent lifeforms?
Whether close or distant future, something will be similar, and something… is very likely to be different.
Disclaimer: Damage sustained to your power suit while crushing your enemies throats is not covered under warranty, and IDC will in no way be held responsible.
The RJD2 series virus, affectionately known as The Red Scribble, is the scourge of cyberspace.
Click, Zap, Fazaz, and Boom; carrying us all to our tomb. -The BombLovers
The party is walking through the forest at night when they come upon a clearing. Half a dozen black-robed corpses lie scattered across the ground, and a pentagram of blood is shoddily drawn in the dirt.
It seems these people summoned something they could not control. Whether or not the demon returns is up to the GM, but it would be just as rich if the demon never returned, and for the rest of the night, every stray sound or odd shadow will be jumped at!