INTRODUCTION General. One of the running themes for Rifts has always been about the bionic and cybernetic augmentation. From the very...

INTRODUCTION General. One of the iconic classes of the Rifts RPG, this was one of the more popular ones from the get-go. Sporting a...

INTRODUCTION General. One of the iconic classes of the Rifts RPG, this was one of the more popular ones from the get-go, with a massive...

GENERAL I thought I’d do something a little different, now that we’ve made our way down through maybe two-thirds of the way through the World Books. My proposal and manuscript largely formed the body of the publication, so I thought I’d do a bit of a review from an author’s perspective on the final product. While the Scholar’s Review followed the similar review format, this will provide you the insight of an unsolicited author and what my intent for each segment entailed. AU

Author: Francois DesRochers & Kevin Siembieda Release Date: April 2000 GENERAL Otherwise known as the true mecca of humanity and...

A Scholar's Review of Rifts Sourcebook 4: Coalition Navy and how to leverage it into current campaigns.

A Scholar's Review of World Book 11: Coalition War Campaign and how to leverage it into current campaigns.

A birch tree erupted from the ground in their midst, roots shooting out like enlivened serpents, shrouded in an explosive cloud of earth and rock. Anna skipped away, dancing clear of their grasp. Philippe and Scarlett cried out in alarm as they fought to maintain their balance. The forest around them flared into a mass of activity as trees came to life. The earth churned in great gouts as more and more roots ripped from the ground. Weapons fired in all directions. Micheline l

“Arbors are what she is calling them,” Erik explained, the flames of their communal fire illuminating his worried expression. “Apparently, she grabbed a sample from one of them just before you came out of the forest. As we ducked into the vehicles, she jumped into the Mountaineer's lab and hasn’t left since. She mentioned something about a fungal infestation, locked the lab down, and she won’t answer my calls.” Erik sat slumped against a tree stump, just outside the circle of

The alarm pinged in her ear, forcing her awake from a troubled sleep. She groaned as she rolled out of her cot, slipping her boots on and grabbing her rifle and some extra clips. Across the tent, Kennie, Piggy and Philippe all stirred from their cots and did the same. “Movement, eastern flank in sector 1,” Anna whispered over the radio. “Sector 1,” repeated Philippe. “Get to your stations,” he added as he strode out the tent. “We bother waking them up,” Micheline asked. “Leav

Duke shook her rain coat, a cloud of water jetting in all directions as she moved to step under the field tent. The large A-frame structure remained open at both ends, allowing the air within to circulate, nominally removing the stench of the chemical procedures being conducted by the pair of scientists. ‘Scientist and assistant,’ she corrected herself. Under the intense light of the twin flood lamps, a series of field tables covered in various esoteric scientific and recordi

The first thing she realized was the pain. A blistering headache encompassed her senses, rational thought something she desperately fought for as she slipped out of her slumber. The room was brilliant, a white light that stabbed into her eyes and made her pain that much worse. She became acutely aware of her sore muscles the bruises across her body, her sore throat, the feel of the sheets across her body. Her ears rang with tinnitus, the steady high pitched tone, driving her

She caught up with Philippe, now flying in formation with him. She couldn’t see his face, but from the way he crouched down behind the windshield and the aggressive way he was pushing his hover cycle, she knew he was blazing mad. “You flying me into another ambush,” Micheline asked. He ignored her attempt at levity. “They used a localized radio scrambler. We can expect one in the convoy attack. Follow my lead once comms go dark.” Micheline clicked back an affirmative. As they

The irony had left her speechless. The mission specs had been easy enough to comprehend, a simple matter of guarding a delivery of cargo. Six-Delta would provide route clearance and flank security, while a squad from conventional ops secured the caravan. There were no specifics on the cargo, only assurances none was explosive or hazardous. A mixed bag of cybernetics parts, electronics and foodstuffs, bound for one of the frontier villages in the Sherbrooke expansion, near the

The drive after the interview was long and silent. She mutely watched the easy exchange between the driver and Chantal, also seated in the front of the jeep. They shared a comfortable effortlessness recounting their stories, almost playfully reminiscing on good times, glossing over or sitting in brooding silence over the bad. She felt like she had somehow intruded on an intimate moment. Worse still she learned surprisingly little from their banter, other than the numerous yea

Micheline finds herself in a dicey situation the could be job interview, or execution.

Micheline enters into the seedy, grimy streets of Old Bones with a singular mission in mind.

OVERVIEW MSI Company Logo Background. Established by Felix Massey over twenty years ago, he translated his skillset and interests into a niche market for mercenary operations. Specializing in surveillance and infiltration, they are regional experts in small-unit tactics in support of covert operations and larger conventional military formations. Whereas other mercenary companies rely primarily on overwhelming firepower, MSI teams rely on stealth, misdirection and skill. Known