The sleek shuttle glided into Quebec’s spaceport, its engines humming softly. Spacedawg Pauly
Birth Name: PaulyCurrent Alias: Spacedawg PaulySpecies: Human-Canine HybridDate of Birth: February 22, 1973Place of Birth: Washington, D.C., United States, Earth, Sol SystemOccupations: Former Chef, Brewer, Distiller, Garden Worker, Apprentice Cobbler; Current First Mate on the Mandoleer's Folly, Lieutenant in the Royal Canadian Space Cavalry (RCSC) Overview Spacedawg Pauly is a unique entity whose life story spans both Earth and the... stood by the docking bay, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings. As the shuttle’s door hissed open, Henry Weedermonger
Name: Henry WeedermongerSpecies: JotunBirthplace: Vancouver Prime, Vancouver System, British Columbia SectorBorn: November 11, 2250 Occupation: • Indigenous Owner of Cannabis and Whiskey Business called Weedermonger's Weed and Whiskey Other Responsibilities: • Master Distiller • Master Cultivator/Farmer • Chemist • Advocate for indigenous species rights Education: • McGill Educational Center • PhD in Botany and Horticulture • PhD in Biochemistry •... emerged, his towering frame casting a long shadow.
“Welcome to Quebec, Henry. Ready to make some deals?” Spacedawg greeted, extending a hand.
Henry smiled, a rugged charm in his expression. “Always. Let’s just make sure I get back in one piece, eh?”
“You got it, old friend. Let’s get you to the Folly,” Spacedawg replied.
The security detail formed a protective ring around Henry as they made their way to the Mandoleer’s Folly, docked discreetly nearby. The ship’s crew ensured a seamless and secure transition.
Onboard the Mandoleer’s Folly, Spacedawg and his team conducted a final briefing. The tech specialist, Jamal, displayed a holographic map of Quebec, highlighting key points and potential threats.
“We’ve set up jammers to block any unauthorized communications near the meeting locations. Surveillance drones are patrolling the routes,” Jamal reported.
“Good work,” Spacedawg acknowledged. He turned to Henry. “We’ll be moving to the central hub in twenty minutes. Stay close and follow our lead.”
“Got it,” Henry replied, adjusting his suit. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
The convoy arrived at Quebec Central Hub without incident. Inside, dispensary representatives waited eagerly. Henry’s commanding presence immediately set a positive tone for the discussions.
“Mr. Weedermonger, it’s an honor. We’re excited about the opportunities your expertise brings,” one representative greeted.
“Thank you. Let’s discuss how we can make this a mutually beneficial partnership,” Henry responded, his deep voice resonating with authority.
As the meetings progressed, Spacedawg’s team discreetly monitored the surroundings. Every entrance and exit was under surveillance, ensuring no unauthorized personnel could disrupt the proceedings.
Henry’s public appearance at the conference center drew a sizable crowd. As he spoke about the future of cannabis and whiskey in Quebec, Spacedawg kept a vigilant eye on the audience.
“We stand at the brink of a new era. Together, we can build a sustainable and prosperous future for everyone in the Canadian Expanse,” Henry proclaimed from the stage.
A sudden commotion in the back caught Spacedawg’s attention. He quickly signaled his team, who moved to investigate. It turned out to be a minor scuffle, quickly resolved without disrupting the event.
In a private room at the Quebec Central Hub, Henry sat across from the dispensary representatives, flanked by Spacedawg and two heavily armed guards.
“Gentlemen, the terms are straightforward. You get exclusive rights to distribute our products in Quebec, and in return, we expect a fair share of the profits and strict adherence to quality standards,” Henry stated firmly.
One of the representatives, a shrewd-looking man named Lyle, leaned forward. “We’re on board with the distribution rights, but the profit share percentage seems a bit steep. Can we negotiate that down?”
Before Henry could respond, Spacedawg’s earpiece crackled to life. “We have movement outside. Multiple unidentified individuals approaching the building.”
“Hold that thought,” Spacedawg said, raising a hand. “Henry, stay here. Guards, secure the exits.”
Henry nodded, his expression serious. “Lyle, we’ll continue this once we’re sure it’s safe.”
Spacedawg and his team moved swiftly, securing the building and preparing for a potential threat. The tension in the air was palpable as they awaited any sign of danger.
Just as the situation seemed to stabilize, an explosion rocked the building. Dust and debris filled the air as alarms blared.
“Everyone down!” Spacedawg shouted, pulling Henry to the ground.
Through the haze, figures emerged, heavily armed and moving with purpose. Spacedawg’s heart raced as he realized they were under attack.
“Protect Henry!” Spacedawg commanded, drawing his weapon.
As the attackers closed in, Henry and his team prepared for a fierce battle, their survival hanging in the balance.
