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Approved Tech Whiphid Tanglefield

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Velok the Younger

When I Was A Young Warthog

  • Intent: A larger tanglefoot field. Basically, flypaper for T-rexes and tanks.
  • Image Source: N/A
  • Canon Link: Tanglefoot field
  • Restricted Missions: N/A
  • Primary Source: A conversation with [member="Kimiko"]
  • Manufacturer: Iron Crown Enterprises, on contract for the Whiphids of Toola
  • Model: Tanglefield
  • Affiliation: Closed-Market (Any character can use this if they have explicit permission through, for example, a marketplace purchase), and also Whiphids.
  • Modularity: No

  • Production: Minor (Large groups of characters. (IE: Multiple factions, companies, or groups.)
  • Material: Electronics, duraplast
  • Deploys a forcefield that drastically slows and entraps people, large critters, and vehicles.
  • Effective against people, large critters, and vehicles.
  • Effective against everyone in the vicinity. Not the best choice in most situations.
  • Vertical ceiling of ten metres, meaning all but the lowest-flying air vehicles will be unaffected.
  • Something like an AT-AT can brute-force its way through, though it'll take joint strain.
Tanglefoot fields are ground-hugging police force fields. They see extensive use against rioters and so forth. They're just a wonderful piece of technology. Now imagine your tribe was starving and you absolutely needed to catch a mastmot or two. In normal circumstances, you wouldn't dream of using unsportsmanlike offworld aids -- your spear and your strength should be enough. But your clan's need is pressing, time is short, and you set out to snare yourself a furry mountain. You plop a tanglefield projector in the snow as a mastmot charges you, and suddenly that charge turns to a glacially slow shuffle. You're trapped too -- but your mate leaps off a nearby cliff and drives a stone axe through the mastmot's spine.

But wait! Here come unscrupulous offworld hunters. As they move in to steal your kill, the tanglefield snares their deadly vehicle, perhaps a combat speeder, tank, or light walker. The vehicle bottoms out a good hundred metres from your generator. The offworlders jump out, spitting puny human curses, and are immediately snared themselves. Their life expectancy drops sharply, and behold: your starving clan has even more delicious meat on hand. Praise be the tanglefield.
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