A short fiction
The Sperry-Colt 7.5 cm automatic rifle, standard weapon of battlemechs for the Atlantic Federation
One of the events regularly overlooked in the history of the Cosmic Era is the Population Contraction that was concurrent with the Second Dark Age.
Everyone's got a story, and I'm tired of hearing them!
There are gangs, there are biker gangs, there are terrorist organizations, and then there are the Sons of Scorpions
You need a job, you need to find someone or something, or you need to lay low or need to sell something, you need a good fixer.
Chrome is the one of the most popular Superbrands in the Cosmic Era
The Cosmic Era setting operates on a number of different levels of engagement.
The ultra minimalism mech, for the common consumer
Somewhere along the line, someone decided that a giant swimming pool would make a great place for a rave club
Behind every great man is an astonished woman. Or the woman who did it for him.
Article 34 of the Tycho Conventions details the legality of (mega)corporation and state cooperation. Often known as the Seperation of Corp and State law, Article 34 is one of the most frequently violated and trampled sections of the treaty organization.
It is easy to assign Autobot and Decepticon like race or nationality, when it is much more a matter of political pursuasion.
All the news thats fit to upstream
Not a racially segregated hospital, but rather the Private Medical Complex
Some historians argue that the arcologies that remained active after the Resource Wars were not the cradles of the Second Renaissance, but fortresses that prolonged the Second Dark Age
A standard crowd control/riot shield
Tis but a scratch, send the guards and make sure they capture that joke of an assassin
A joint French-Canadian company, Chalopin-Barkin of Mars is one of the pre-eminent manufacturers of space mining equipment and exotic vehicles.
By late afternoon, the sky starts to cloud over. The sun shines behind the fluffy clouds, gilding the edges and showing a Jacob's-ladder of rays streaming through the gaps...very pretty. Gradually the clouds shift into a new configuration: you realize with awe-struck, preternatural clarity that the clouds form a map of a coast-line that you know against the blue sky as ocean: surely it's a Sign! Suddenly, the golden beams coalesce into one long ray that strikes across the blue. A star-like gleam flashes under the ray: perhaps it is an island? But the charts show no island there...who would want to hide an island? Who could do it?