The upgraded hum of Mandoleer’s Folly was like a soft nudge, reminding Captain Spacedawg and his crew of the tasks ahead as they got ready for their first patrol in the British Columbia SectorOverview A Sector, commonly referred to as a Provincial Sector, is a designated area of space within the broader and diverse cosmic region known as the Canadian Expanse. These Sectors function similarly to provinces, contributing to the organization and governance of this vast territory. Structure and Division The Canadian Expanse is divided into thirteen Provincial Sectors, each with its own.... Celine, straightforward yet friendly, filled Spacedawg in on their mission. “After showing the dignitaries around, it’s time for a standard patrol,” she said, eyeing the busy scene. “Think of it as a trial run. We’ll shoot over the details while you’re out there.”
Spacedawg got it; their mission was twofold. It wasn’t just a patrol; it was a key chance for the team to get the hang of the ship’s new features. “Understood,” he said, his voice solid with leadership.
As the ship ticked through its system checks, Spacedawg saw a perfect chance to knit his crew closer. “Head over to the mess hall for a welcome dinner,” he announced via the intercom, calling everyone to the table. It was time to turn a collection of skilled folks into a tight-knit team.
The mess hall was buzzing as new and old officers came together, all curious and ready. Spacedawg, confident yet inviting, took the stage. “Let’s use this chance to connect,” he began, his voice warm and genuine. “We’re not just coworkers; we’re a family, and that starts with getting to know each other.”
He introduced the key players, setting out who does what. “The bridge crew will switch up shifts so everyone gets a chance to lead and rest.
As dinner rolled on, the room filled with chatter and laughs, the mood light and easy. Spacedawg moved from table to table, swapping stories and soaking in his crew’s hopes and backgrounds.
The night ended with good vibes all around. Later, Spacedawg hit the lounge, quieter and just right for some downtime. He poured a drink, lit up, and let the calm wash over him.
Alone with his thoughts, he pondered the voyage ahead. The Folly was more than just a ship—it was home to the dreams and duties of his committed crew. Drink done, he headed off to bed, ready for whatever space had in store come morning.