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 </tr><tr>
 	<td class="osirionmenu">
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+		<a class="osirionmenu" href="http://osirion.org/">News</a> .
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-<div id="content">
+<div id="pagecontent">
 
 <!-- Storyline ===================================================== -->
 
-<h1>Storyline</h1>
+<div class="content">
 
-<p>
+<h1 class="content">Storyline</h1>
+
+<p class="content">
 	The historic files are provided as a point of reference for the game universe
 	and background information for the single player storyline. A real story-driven
 	single player campaign is a long term objective of the project, and in the meanwhile 
 	it serves as an aide to place the player in the game universe.
 </p>	
 
+</div> <!-- div content -->
+
 <!-- Timeline ====================================================== -->
 
-<h2>Timeline</h2>
+<div class="content">
+
+<h2 class="content">Timeline</h2>
 
 <table>
 	<tr>
@@ -63,10 +70,10 @@
 	</tr>
 </table>
 
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Note to the reader:
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Before the Great War, the systems controlled by the Great Houses were
 	referred to as <i>The Colonies</i>, the term <i>Borderworlds</i> was used
 	to refer to independent systems.
@@ -77,30 +84,32 @@
 	are usually referred to as <i>the Central Planets</i>.
 </p>
 
+</div> <!-- div content -->
 
 <!-- History of the War ============================================ -->
 
-<hr>
-<h2>
+<div class="content">
+
+<h2 class="content">
 	HISTORY OF THE YEAR OF WAR<br>
-	from the House Lindblade historical records
+	from House Lindblade historical records
 </h2>
 
-<h3>Reaching for the Stars</h3>
-<p>
+<h3 class="content">Reaching for the Stars</h3>
+<p class="content">
 	History of mankind is a tale mostly written in blood and fire. Although
 	there are few written accounts of the events before the Exodus, it wouldn't
 	be hard to imagine why the Homeworld would have been abandoned in the first 
 	place: wars for power, territory and resources would be commonplace 
 	for almost five centuries to come.
 </p>
-<h3>The Year of War</h3>
-<p>	
+<h3 class="content">The Year of War</h3>
+<p class="content">	
 	For the Tsu-Khan, this war was no different. About a century ago, 
 	The Empire had depleted most of its natural resources and had launched 
 	an ambitious project to find a suitable new homeworld.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	At the time, most of the human population was ignorant about the presence
 	of alien lifeforms in their galaxy. The scant pieces of evidence that did 
 	exist were kept secret by the political leaders. The Colonies were controlled
@@ -108,7 +117,7 @@
 	None of the House Lords had the motivation to order a thorough investigation
 	into a mad man's testimony of outer world creatures.
 </p>
-<p>	
+<p class="content">	
 	The war came without warning. Near Kor Telos, on the edge of known space 
 	and outside the jurisidiction of the great houses, two new colonies 
 	had been founded. The settlers were finishing the construction of their 
@@ -116,7 +125,7 @@
 	Unfortunatly, the Tsu-Khan Empire had located a suitable planet just 
 	a few parsec away.
 </p>
-<p>	
+<p class="content">	
 	The Andros colony was the first to fall. It didn't take the Tsu-Khan 
 	battle group very long to destroy the defenceless setlement. 
 	By the time they arrived at the Corthio colony, the colony had scrambled 
@@ -124,7 +133,7 @@
 	no match for the superior Tsu-Khan ships. In a few hours, the battle was over, 
 	and the Corthio colony had been reduced to ashes.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The story repeated itself across the Borderworlds. These independent worlds were
 	usually inhabited by pacifist who had escaped the turmoil of the central planets
 	or had a mutual understanding with one or more of the great houses. The Tsu-khan
@@ -132,14 +141,14 @@
 	remained was a few primitive settlements scattered across the smoldering remains
 	of the Borderworld planets.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The relations between the Borderworlds and the Major Houses were strained with
 	conflicts of interest. The central planets usually didn't care unless some economical
 	or strategical advantage was involved. Slowly the Houses got drawn into the the war,
 	and after almost a year of hostilities most of the House Lords found their armies
 	involved in a full-scale war. A war, they realised, they couldn't win.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	With the Borderworlds out of the way, and the Tsu-Khan fleet at the border of every
 	Major House, there wasn't much they could do to oppose the Empire. In this darkest
 	of hours a secret meeting took place that turned the fate of history. On a small,
@@ -147,16 +156,16 @@
 	each ship carrying one of the remaining House Lords.
 </p>
 
-<h3>The Alliance</h3>
+<h3 class="content">The Alliance</h3>
 
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	This small planet used to be the stage for the House Council, by then a long forgotten
 	tradition, where the Lords of the Major Houses used to work out their differences
 	with dialog, or discuss current events. In the years before the Great War, this
 	tradition had been neglected and oposing views were usually solved with a friendly
 	border skirmish followed by a royal monetary compensation.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	These times were over. This war wasn't about money, power or territory.
 	It was about survival and it was clear by now that none of the Major Houses possessed
 	sufficient strength to fight the Empire on its own. A new alliance was formed and it
@@ -166,7 +175,7 @@
 	as moderate amongst the House Lords, proposed to assemble a fleet in the Lindblade 
 	system to prevent the Empire from gaining a foothold in the Central Systems.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Within days, the largest fleet in human history had united under one banner. Out of fear,
 	out of hope, but most of all, out of desperation. A news reporter from the era described
 	it as ".. an overwhelming sight of the End of Times, but unlike the descriptions of
@@ -175,14 +184,14 @@
 	a formidable enemy. Battleship after battleship graciously drifted in formation,
 	and everyone on board, from crewman to captain, knew this had to be the final stand.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	When the Empire's vast intelligence informed the Tsu-Khan Emperor of this unexpected
 	turn of events, humanity's fate seemed sealed. The orders where quick and decisive:
 	regroup the fleet and prepare to engage the humans. Once dispatched it would
 	take care of the alliance fleet and end human opposition once and for all. The war
 	would be over soon and the Alliance's systems would under the Empire's control.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	It is said that even the smallest person can change the course of the future, and in
 	this case, it was a lonely scientist in the Anara system. His work involved
 	the meaning of life, the universe and related subjects, and ignoring the dangers
@@ -190,7 +199,7 @@
 	him to pilot a tiny and almost unpowered vessel into the Anarian nebula, where
 	he could conduct measurements of the small variations in the local hyperspace field.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	He was performing another scan of the sector when suddenly his instruments went off
 	the scale. To his amazement he suddenly found himself on the edge of the area where the
 	alien fleet had decided to regroup and refuel before they sneaked into Alliance Territory.
@@ -198,7 +207,7 @@
 	support pod, used the high levels of radiation in the nebula to elude the Tsu-Khan
 	sensors and send a warning message the Alliance Fleet.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	With the help of the detailed scientific information about the nebula, the Alliance
 	managed to jump right on top of the unsuspecting Tsu-Khan fleet. Within minutes, 
 	the Imperial Flagship, primary target of the assault, had taken massive damage and was
@@ -207,90 +216,124 @@
 	and the massive rain of high-speed metallic debris behind it. Some managed to retreat
 	to Tsu-Khan space, most fell victim to the united firepower of the Alliance fleet.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	News of the victory spread through the Colonies like fire, and the battle became legendary
 	before the Alliance fleet had even returned home. 
 </p>
 
+</div> <!-- div content -->
+
 <!-- Project::OSiRiON ============================================== -->
 
-<hr>
-<h2>
+<div class="content">
+
+<h2 class="content">
 	PROJECT::OSIRION<br>
-	Allied Intelligence Network classified documents
+	from Allied Intelligence Network classified documents
 </h2>	
 
-<h3>Project Osirion</h3>
-
-<p>
-	During the war, many great houses conducted experiments in search for
-	advanced technologies to aid in defeating the enemy. One of these
-	experiments was called 'Project Osirion', an experiment involving
-	a new type of hyperjumpdrive, which could work independent of hyperspace
-	jumps holes and cross enormous distances in the blink of an eye.
-</p>
-<p>
-	The requirements on ship design for this experimental drive unit were
-	outrageous to say the least. But facing imminent defeat, no effort
-	was spared to gain even the slightest advantage. In less than 6 months
-	a new ship was constructed and equiped with the experimental drive unit.
-
-	The ship was an impressive sight: several hundred meters of neutronium-enforced
-	carbosteel, thousands of metric tonnes of superconductors and optronics,
-	a monument to human ingenuity and an instrument to survival.
-</p>
+<h3 class="content">The Derelict</h3>
+
+<p class="content">
+	A few years prior to the war, a Praetorian deep-space scout had discovered
+	a remarkable derelict: a massive ship, abandoned for ages, battered by millenia
+	of meteorite showers and high-energy radiation. Its technology was beyond anything
+	mankind had ever devised and unfortunatly, far beyond the understanding of even
+	the brightest of scientist,
+</p>
+<p class="content">
+	The ship's propulsion system was of particular interest: while it seemed to operate
+	on the same basic principles as a standard hyperspace jump drive, the design had
+	a number of enhancements that challenged the boundries of theoretical physics.
+	Some advanced models predicted this engine would be capable of almost instantanious
+	travel across vast distances, without evem the need for hyperspace jump holes.
+</p>
+<p class="content">
+	This kind of technology would give anyone a decisive military
+	advantage over his rivals and Praetorian scientists vigorously attempted to
+	duplicate the technology. Initially results where promising,
+	but after a large-scale	accident the research was considered
+	too dangerous and abandoned.
 <p>
+	
+<h3 class="content">Project Osirion</h3>
+
+<p class="content">
+	The war changed many things, including experiments in search for
+	advanced technologies to aid in defeating the enemy. In the spirit
+	of the new found alliance, the experimental jump drive was transfered from its
+	Praetorian storage to the Lindblade shipyards in the Burton system. 
+</p>
+<p class="content">
+	While the jumpdrive was stabilized, a ship would be constructed
+	to carry this miracle technology.The requirements were outrageous to say the least.
+	But facing imminent defeat, no effort was spared to gain even 
+	the slightest advantage. In less than 6 months a new ship was constructed 
+	and equiped with the experimental drive unit.The ship was an impressive sight:
+	thousands of meters of neutronium-enforced carbosteel, tens of thousands
+	of metric tonnes of superconductors and optronics, a monument to human
+	ingenuity and an instrument to survival.
+</p>
+<p class="content">
 	This ship was christened 'Osirion'.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The ship's first test flight was a major event. Most secret projects did not
 	generate a lot of attentention, but this flight was a higly anticipated by
 	the top brass from all parties involved: military, political and corporate alike.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The ship had left the construction yard as planned and had almost arrived at
 	departure point on the edge of the star system when suddenly all communication
 	was lost. Extensive investigations after the incident have never revealed the
 	source of the malfunction, and everything that happened after this point is the
 	result of long-range sensor telemetry.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Sensors hat detected the ship arriving at the departure point and the flight continued as planned.
 	A few moments later a massive energy discharge was registered, indicating
 	the experimental jump drive was activated. Unfortunatly, the order
 	to return to the point of departure after the initial jump, seems to be a part of
 	the plan that never got executed. The ship had literally vanished into thin air.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The top brass was very upset.
 </p>
-<h3>The Karelian Incident</h3>
 
-<h3>The Tsu-Khan Empire</h3>
+<h3 class="content">The Karelian Incident</h3>
 
-<h2>
-	PROJECT::OSIRION<br>
+<h3 class="content">What really happened to the Osirion</h3>
+
+</div> <!-- div content -->
+
+<!-- Project::OSiRiON background information ======================= -->
+
+<div class="content">
+
+<h2 class="content">
+	The Tsu-Khan Empire<br>
 	Protectorate Top-Secret documents
 </h2>
 
-<h3>What really happened to the Osirion</h3>
+<h3 class="content">What really happed after the death of the Tsu-Khan Emperor</h3>
 
-<h3>What really happed after the death of the Tsu-Khan Emperor</h3>
+<h3 class="content">The Empress and the War Generals</h3>
 
-<h3>Tsu-Khan Empress and the War Generals</h3>
+<h3 class="content">The Empress' niece</h3>
 
-<h3>The Empress' niece</h3>
+</div> <!-- div content -->
 
 <!-- Storyline ===================================================== -->
 
-<hr>
-<h2>
+<div class="content">
+
+<h2 class="content">
 	Single Player Campaign Storyline
 </h2>
 
-<h3>I. Business</h3>
+<h3 class="content">I. Business</h3>
 
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Alexandria outpost, jewel of the south, or queen of the wasteland,
 	as some higher placed officials like to call it off-the-record.
 	They were probably right too. The wasteland probably referred to
@@ -300,7 +343,7 @@
 	people you could find here were people doing business and people 
 	who needed to dissapear from public appearance. Or both.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The local custom was to mind your own business, and that was exactly
 	what I was looking for: minding my own business. My life on the central
 	planets had become far more complicated than I had planned for and it
@@ -308,7 +351,7 @@
 	planetary bank and spend it on the aquisition of a small transport
 	vessel.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The first day of my new life as a spaceship captain. Not the glorious 
 	life I had gotten used to, but at least a decent one with its small pleasures
 	once in a while. The small room I rented above the local bar almost felt like
@@ -318,14 +361,14 @@
 	out, I'm great at doing the dishes and I always enjoyed	our conversations. 
 	That is, until last week, when I ran into Mister Brent.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Ages ago, we used to work in the same building and he must have recognized me.
 	I was sitting at the bar when he suddenly tapped on my shoulder. My memories
 	of him were vague, but as he sat down, I ordered him a drink. We had some chit-chat,
 	shared a few memories of distant times, but it didn't take hime very long to come
 	to the point.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Mister Brent was the business type. "The rising star of the Regula mining operations,
 	overseeing all shipments of niobium in the Ghant system", to quote his words.
 	His phrases like "A smart man could make a fortune" sounded rather hollow to me,
@@ -333,7 +376,7 @@
 	Another 1500 more to get myself a ship big enough to hold a small cabin with all the
 	luxuries a simple life would need.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Repetetive? Boring? Perfect! Add an autopilot and this life could be more relaxing
 	then a luxury vacation on an exotic planet. With this simple business but rock-solid plan
 	laid out in front of me I managed to convince the manager of the local planetary
@@ -343,16 +386,16 @@
 	just big enough to hold a few metric tons of whatever the owner had in mind.
 	All it missed was a pair of blasters to shoot the mosquitos from the windshield.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	That would have added another 50 runs to the price.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The first two runs went smooth. Nothing unexpected. Pick up supplies at Alexandria,
 	fly all the way to the Regula mining operation station, exchange the supplies
 	for a shipment of karpax ore and head back. I had just hit the impulse drive with 
 	the third load in my cargo hold when I noticed something out of place.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	A blip. And a big one too. No civilian vessel had an EM radar signature that powerful.
 	I peered through the windows and as planet Ghant grew bigger on me I could clearly
 	distinguish a second bright spot next to the familiar one Alexandria had become to me.
@@ -360,7 +403,7 @@
 	to come up with an answer. Battleship Custodian. Colonial Militia registration number 
 	CM-2542. It must have jumped in when I was docked at Regula.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Curious. While the Ghant system was officialy under the jurisdiction of the 
 	colonies, nobody had any real business here. Niobium was without doubt a valuable
 	commodity, but since there was no real shortage of the oremy guess was that the 
@@ -368,7 +411,7 @@
 	I wasn't about to meddle into military affairs and let unfortunate circumstances ruin
 	my life again.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	Nevertheless it was hard to ignore the massive battleship looming over the outpost,
 	but I docked and went straight to the bar. The bartender looked at me as I walked in
 	and pointed me to my regular place at the bar. "I'll be right back", he said,
@@ -379,15 +422,15 @@
 	you got it, but I am sure it is the real deal. No one would get it into	his mind
 	to synthesize anything without having an actual market for it."
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	As usual, my bartender was right, and that was exactly why I liked this stuff, even if it
 	costed a small fortune. "But then again", he continued and turned has eyes towards the large
 	space window at the other end of the bar, "life can be full of surprises."
 </p>
 
-<h3>II. Surprises</h3>
+<h3 class="content">II. Surprises</h3>
 
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	It was hard for him to hide his unsettledness. "I just had a talk with the station supervisor
 	and the commander of that battleship floating out there". "The Custodian", I replied. "I had
 	the ship computer run an ID on it". "You'd better take care of that fancy new ship of yours",
@@ -396,7 +439,7 @@
 	command of the battleship Custodian. They also dropped some kind of communication sattelite 
 	in the center of the system. God knows what these guys are up to."
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The military is always involved in business the common man would rather not know about, but I had
 	to admit, it just didn't sound right.  A battleship in the Ghant system was curious, but a 
 	more permanent presence didn't make any sense at all. I picked up the small metal spoon lying
@@ -405,18 +448,18 @@
 	know these kind of people, if it goes kabooom, they immediately like it." "Besides", I continued, 
 	"the system has been quiet for months. I haven't seen a pirate in ages".
 </p>
-<p>	
+<p class="content">	
 	The tone in my voice couldn't hide my longing for more dangerous and exiting times,
 	but those days were over. I had chosen a new path, and I was not about to ruin my plans
 	because of a few curious events. I emptied my cup and wished the bartender good night.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	I couldn't sleep that evening. I didn't know what troubled me more: the prospect
 	of my new life, the memories of the old one, or the strange events of today. When a man
 	is troubled, he has to start walking and with the silence of the night as a blanket,
 	I got out of bed and went out on a stroll.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	2 am standard colonial time. Nights in space are something to get used to: without
 	the sun to rise and set, dusk and dawn become rather hollow definitions and 
 	only the clock dictates when it is time to go to sleep. Nevertheless, the atmosphere
@@ -424,7 +467,7 @@
 	the sound of busy peoples voices was replaced by the quiet hum of the electrical
 	installations.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	I wandered aimless through the empty corridors until I reached one of the large
 	space windows on the upper level. It was almost like the vast, empty space
 	behind it was reaching out, trying to stir something in the back of my mind.
@@ -433,20 +476,20 @@
 	tremor going through the station. It was hardly noticable and most people 
 	would probably ignore it, but I knew exactly what it was.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	When a ship drops from hyperspace into normal space, it will send a small shockwave
 	into the surrounding area. This is not a shockwave of something traveling through space,
 	but rather a disturbance of the fabric of space itself, with a distinct rythmn
 	an experienced pilot can easily recognize. I could have ignored it too and
 	go back to sleep, but the intoxicating effect of the mystery dragged me back to the window.
 </p>
-<p>	
+<p class="content">	
 	A ship had arrived, and it had to be close. Hyperspace-tremors do not travel very far
 	and it would take one hell of a pilot to make a jump this close to a gravitational well.
 	The slightest miscalulation would have spread out his atoms over the face of planet Ghant.
 	The bright moving spot between the stars had proven he was either very good, or very lucky.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	The design of the ship was unfamiliar. It looked like some kind of a patrol craft,
 	armed to the teeth and ready to defend itself if it were necessary. Fortunatly,
 	it looked like the pilot had a more quiet evening in mind. In a gracious arc, 
@@ -454,13 +497,13 @@
 	to the docking bay. A pleasant sight for anyone who could appreciate the finer arts of
 	space flight.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	By now it was almost 3 am and I was almost certain I was going to regret this nightwandering
 	episode when my alarm clock would obnoxiously announce the next morning. Almost, because
 	by now I had also learned that having no regrets and a strong focus on the task at hand 
 	was usually the wiser course of action. Right now, the task was finding some sleep.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	I turned around, walked to the elevator at the end of the corridor and pressed the button.
 	After a few seconds the doors opened with a joyfull chime and I stepped inside. "Level 3".
 	The elevator seemed to consider my request when the doors finaly closed and it started
@@ -468,31 +511,32 @@
 	the yawn escaping my mouth while the elevator control panel continued to count down the current
 	level in large friendly letters. "5"... "4"... almost there...  "3"... "2"...
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	It took a moment for reality to trickle through the veil of sleepyness, but it was quite obvious
 	the elevator had passed my level and continued its journey downwards. There was only one thing down
 	there: the docking bay, and I couldn't shed the awkward feeling it was a place I'd rather avoid 
 	at this particular moment. I pressed the emergency stop button on the control panel, to no avail.
 </p>
-<p>
+<p class="content">
 	"1"... "0" ..."-1, Docking Bay". The low, humming noise of the elevator ended abruptly and the doors
 	opened again.
 </p>
 
-<h3>III. The Docking Bay</h3>
-<p>
+<h3 class="content">III. The Docking Bay</h3>
+<p class="content">
 	The warm, arid air of the docking bay filled the elevator. Contemporary generator technology
 	tends to ionize the atmosphere and the distinct smell of a recently landed ship was 
 	noticably present. Outside the elevator, the corridor leading towards the landing zone
 	stretched out, the docking bay hidden behind the left turn at the end.
 </p>
 
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