Superficially a Eurasian/Kamchatkan Brown bear, underneath, a highly skilled and deadly Neo-Soviet agent
The immortal wealthy
A nano-cortex is a computronium fossilization of a human brain
What is a Fisto? A Fisto is a person who has had one of their arms replaced or modified with cybernetics to be really really good at punching.
A leader in cybernetic and genetic augmentation, it is little surprise that most nations have adopted the Nipponese scale for grading the abilities of augmented human operatives.
Formerly a mercenary lurking around the Silk Road, now the victim of the Neogenecists
Also known as a Health Monitor, the Gesund Auf is a very common bionic implant in the Cosmic era, especially in the Atlantic Federation and other leading edge nations.
The most frequent weak point targeted on a human being is the skull. Pulp the brain, and the body becomes worthless. It was only a matter of time before someone tried to armor the head.
The Cromwell Chassis is specifically the mechanical remains of Major James 'Cyborg' Westerland, but the term has spread to include the pattern of cybernetic upgrade Westerland pioneered.
30 cybernetic eyes for cyborgs.
The Third Eye was opened in the wake of the Second Renaissance, and with it, man's perception.
The Trace On System, abbreviated as either TOS or TRON are a series of epidermal implants and nano-fiber filaments implanted to improve the reflexes, balance, and agility of the augment wearing them.
Blurring the line between exoskeletons and cybernetic augments, the D9 is unfavorably comparable to the Chemical Augmentation System.
By the Cosmic era, almost every part of the human body is replaceable, including of all organs, the brain.
When the Liberty special forces medical research and development teams needed to rebuild man, they didn’t do it by halves. The result? A suite of augmentation so pervasive, that most modified operatives are more effective on their own than half of the Liberty marines put together.
The PCs have travelled long and far. As nightfall approaches a mighty storm is unleashed. Luckily there is a lush wood nearby the path.
A good shelter for the rage of the unnamed weather gods it seams at first. As the PCs enter under the roof of this dense wood, they are welcomed by only a few drops wich is allowed trough the thick forest crown. A fire is offcourse required to warm the weary bones of the travellers. As one of the party is set to the task of collecting firewood the others settle down at a suitable location. But alas, they did not know the perils of this forest. But it seems clear to the rest of the party that something ill is at work as the woodcutters scream echo from afar.