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	The Osirion Project - STORYLINE

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	This file contains ideas for the universe background, the factions and 
	the storyline. 

	SPOILER ALERT!


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	PLACES AND FACTIONS


	HOUSE LINDBLADE (protected by the Lindblade military)

	- Lindblade system
		planet Lindblade

	- Burton system
		planet Burton
		Trent outpost

	- Dover system

	HOUSE PRAETORIA (protected by the Praetorian Guard)

	- Praetoria system
		planet Praetoria
		planet Lovanium

	COUNCIL CAPITAL (protected by the Ordinators)

	The seat of the Council and the capital of the central planets.
	Location of the Allied Intelligence Network headquarters.

	- Council Capital
		planet Corona /find a better name/

	INDEPENDENT COLONIES (protected by the Colonial Militia)

	An alliance of systems independent from the central planets.
	
	- Ghant system
		planet Ghant
		Alexandria outpost
		Battleship custodian

		planet Seymour
		Regula station

	- Brogha system 
		planet Brogha
		Cantor observatory

	- Antwerp system
		planet Antwerp
		starbase Helianthos (guards the border)
		Buccaneer's Den pirate base

	NEUTRAL SYSTEMS
	
	- Finnmark (Joint Miners Association headquarters)
		planet Finnmark
		mining operations

	- East End
		Trident core

	ORGANIZATIONS AND CORPORATIONS

	- Micron Corporation
	- AMTEL Tech Conglomerate
	- Joint Miners Association

	BORDERWORLDS (not claimed by any lawfull faction)

	Worlds destroyed during the war.

	- Kor Glaven system
		planet Andros
		planet Corthio
		battlefield remains

	- Anarian system
		Anarian nebula
		Galileo research station
		battlefield remains

	- Karelian system
		no Planets
		Karelian nebula
		border station

	TSU-KHAN EMPIRE

	- Kiana system
		Kiana Prime

	- Alpha Kosiya

	- Beta Kosiya (dissapeared and/or distroyed)

	- Gamma Kosiya

      
	DERELICTS

		The Kadriant


	Note on names:

	Before the war, the systems controlled by the Great Houses were
	referred to as the 'Colonies'. The term 'borderworlds' was used
	to refer to independent systems.

	Since the war, the term 'Borderworlds' is used to indicate
	systems destroyed during the war, while the term 'colonies'
	is generally used as abreviation for the 'Independent Colonies'. 
	The Protectorate and the systems controlled by The Great Houses
	are usually referred to as 'the central planets'.

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	TIMELINE

	Exodus			-5000 years
	The Year of War		 -300 years
	The Karelian Incident	  -50 years


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	HISTORY OF THE YEAR OF WAR
	from the House Lindblade historical records


Reaching for the Stars

	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 millenia to come.

The Year of War
	
	For the Tsu-Khan, this war was no different. Around 300 years ago, 
	The Empire had depleted most of its natural resources and had launched 
	an ambitious project to find a suitable new homeworld.
	
	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
	by several Major Houses, each with their own agenda's and changing alliances.
	None of the House Lords had the motivation to order a thorough investigation
	into a mad man's testimony of outer world creatures.
	
	The war came without warning. In the Kor Glaven system, 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 
	hyperspace jump gate, to connect the system to allied borderworld systems. 
	Unfortunatly, the Tsu-Khan Empire had located a suitable planet just 
	a few parsec away.
	
	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 
	any battleship it could find to fend the invasion. The Colonial fleet was 
	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.

	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
	did not care, and the majority of the Bordesworlds was utterly obliterated. What
	remained was a few primitive settlements scattered across the smoldering remains
	of the Borderworld planets.

	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.

	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,
	neutral planet, near the centre of the Colonies, a number of small ships met in secret,
	each ship carrying one of the remaining House Lords.

The Alliance

	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 royal monetary compensation.

	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
	was decided that it should not only include the Major Houses, but also any independent
	system that was still capable of fighting. The Lord of House Lindblade, who's
	territory had been on the front line since the beginning of the war, and considered
	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.

	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
	Armegeddon in the Ancient Scripture, a sight with a sense of honour and dignity ..." 
	and ended his report with the question if they really had any chance against such
	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.

	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.

	It is said that even the smallest person can change the course of the future, and in
	this case, it was a lonely scientists in the Anara system. His work involved
	the meaning of life, the universe and related subjects, and ignoring the dangers
	of the war was his way of dealing with the situation. His latest experiment required
	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.

	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 on area where the
	alien fleet had decided to regroup and refuel before they sneaked into Alliance Territory.
	The small vessel, barely powered and only slightly larger than an emergency life
	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.

	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
	burning in the flames of explosive decompression. It was at the heart of the fleet
	when it exploded, and most of the heavy fighters and cruisers were hit by the shockwave
	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.

	News of the victory spread through the Colonies like fire, and the battle became legendary
	before the Alliance fleet had even returned home. 


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	PROJECT::OSIRION
	Allied Intelligence Network classified documents
	

Project Osirion

	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.

	The requirments 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.

	This ship was christened 'Osirion'.

	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.

	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.

	The ship arrived at the departure point and the flight continued as planned.
	A few moments later a massive energy discharge was registered, indicating
	that 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.

	The top brass was very upset.

	
The Karelian Incident


The Tsu-Khan Empire


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	PROJECT::OSIRION
	Protectorate Top-Secret documents

What really happed to the Osirion

What really happed after the death of the Tsu-Khan Emperor

Tsu-Khan Empress and the War Generals

The Empress' niece

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	PROJECT::OSIRION
	STORY

I. Business

	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
	planet Ghant, a lifeless chunk of rock holding the outpost in 
	a stationary orbit. Unless you had some pressing matters to handle,
	this was a part of space you would rather avoid. The only kind of
	people you could find here were people doing business and people 
	who needed to dissapear from public appearance. Or both.

	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
	was time for a change: I managed to get a loan from the local
	planetary bank and spend it on the aquisition of a small transport
	vessel.

	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
	home. After I left the central planets, I ended up on Alexandria outpost 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
	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.
	
	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.
	
	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,
	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 would need.
	
	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
	bank to provide me with the necessary funds for my operation, which I 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 missed was a pair of blasters to shoot the mosquitos from the windshield.
	
	That would have added another 50 runs to the price.
	
	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.
	
	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.
	I quickly requested the computer for an identification and it didn't take it very long
	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.
	
	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 
	military's interests would lie elsewhere. For now, I decided to ignore the matter.
	I wasn't about to meddle into military affairs and let unfortunate circumstances ruin
	my life again.
	
	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,
	and disappeared into the kitchen compartment. As on most quiet evenings, the 
	regular customers were kind enough to leave my seat unocupied and it didn't 
	take the familar surroundings long to ease my exited mind into a more relaxes state. 
	"Here you are, one cup of steaming hot chocolate milk. I'm not sure how or where 
	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."
	
	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."

II. Surprises

	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",
	he said. "They were here to inform me that the Colonial Militia has decided to assign a detachment
	to the Ghant system, effective immediately. All fleet operations in the system will be under the 
	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."

	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
	next to my cup and stirred my hot milk. "I wouldn't worry too much. They've probably discovered
	some interesting radiation in the neighbourhood and now they want to turn it into a weapon. You
	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".
	
	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.

	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.

	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
	of the night still permiated the station: most of the establishments were closed and
	the sound of busy peoples voices was replaced by the quiet hum of the electrical
	installations.

	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.
	I wasn't sure why but I could not shed the feeling that some event was about
	to unfold. I turned around to head back to bed when suddenly felt a faint 
	tremor going through the station. It was hardly noticable and most people 
	would probably ignore it, but I knew exactly what it was.

	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.
	
	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.

	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, 
	he approached the station and soaring like a an eagle he started the final approached
	to the docking bay.

III. The suit

	A wise man once said: "Curiosity is mankind's greatest gift. But it is
	also mankind's greatest curse."	I didn't have to take him for his word: 
	I've been in situations before were I wasn't supposed to belong,
	and me intuition told me that particular ship was something I didn't want to know about.

	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 no regrets and focus on the task at hand was usually the wiser
	course of action. Right now, the task was finding some sleep.

	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 6".
	The elevator seemed to consider my request when the doors finaly closed and it started
	moving upward. I leaned casually against the back wall while my right hand was trying to catch
	the yawn escaping my mouth. 

Temporary notes:

	III about getting stunned in the cargo bay 

	 IV about waking up on Starbase Helianthos

	  V about Linblade and 'they've hidden it'

	 VI about the Kadriant