From d460c49f9ac6e036eedc162881b6529e6a13b449 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Stijn Buys Date: Fri, 25 Jul 2008 19:58:05 +0000 Subject: storyline intro --- doc/STORYLINE | 71 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++--------------- 1 file changed, 53 insertions(+), 18 deletions(-) diff --git a/doc/STORYLINE b/doc/STORYLINE index 280b443..966feb6 100644 --- a/doc/STORYLINE +++ b/doc/STORYLINE @@ -6,40 +6,75 @@ It _will_ contain spoilers. The concept of zones/sectors is still on the TODO list. PLACES - -Planet Seymour, Regula Station -Planet Ghant, Alexandria Outpost -Planet Lindblade -* +Borderworlds: -PLANET GHANT +System? + Planet Seymour + Regula mining operation -Alexandria outpost + asteroid field -Battleship Custodian + Planet Ghant + Alexandria outpost + Battleship custodian -PLANET SEYMOUR +Central worlds: -Regula station +System? + Planet Lindblade -* -PLANET CLEARHAVEN -* +I. Chocolate milk -PLANET LUCIA +A cup of steaming hot chocolate milk! There were times I would have +laughed it the mere idea, but in these outskirts of the galaxy +chocolate was a hard to find commodity. And fresh milk? You'd have to +have almost criminal connections to find it. fortunatly I had, and I did. +These were times for celebration. I had spend the loan I managed to get +from the local planetairy bank on a small transort ship and just finished +my first cargo shipment of from the Regula mining +operation to Alexandria outpost. Not the glorious life I had gotten used +to on the central planets, but at least a decent one with its small pleasures +once in a while, like the cup of chocolate milk. The hundred credits I payed +for it made sure it rivaled the best Keldorian brandy, without the flavour +of slightly fermented rodent droppings and the associated legendary hangover. -ITEMS +I almost felt like home and the small room I rented above the local bar +started to feel like one. After I left the central planets, I ended up on +Alexandria where the local bartender was kind enough to offer me a job +in his modest establishment. He probably did it more out of sympathy then anything +else, but as it turned it, I'm great at doing the dishes and I always enjoyed +our conversations. That is, until last week, when I met Brent. -Osirion Master Seal +I never really got to know him very well but he must have remembered me from high +school. I was sitting at the bar when he suddenly tapped my shoulder. My memories +of him were vague. As he sat down, I ordered him a drink. We had some chit-chat, +We shared a few memories of distant times but it didn't take hime very long to come +to the point. + +Brent was the business type. "The rising star of the Regula mining operations, +overseeing all shipments og in the Orion sector", to quote his words. +His phrases like "A smart man could make a fortune" sounded rather hollow to me, +but he did have a point. 500 runs to Regula to pay the loan for the ship. +Another 1500 more to get myself a ship big enough to hold a small cabin with all the +luxuries a simple life could need. + +Repetetive? Boring? Perfect! Add an autopilot and this life could be more relaxing +then a luxury vacantion on Lantia. With this simple business but rock-solid plan +laid out in front of me I managed to convince the manager of the local planetairy +bank to provide me with the necessary funds for my operation which were quickly +exchanged for Micron Corporation's latest Vector model. It's a small ship: +the cockpit, a living compartment with a sleeping corner and a cargo hold +just big enough to hold a few metric tons of whatever the owner had in mind. +All it misses is a pair of blasters to shoot the mosquitos from the windshield. + +That would have added another 50 runs to the price. -PEOPLE -Chapter 1. The Meeting Cali Prime Eborh -- cgit v1.2.3