The marketplace in New Hazelton was a scene of chaos, with J.J. Smith
John Jacob Smith is a seasoned police officer from Georgetown, known for his bravery and unique involvement in managing time anomalies. He has become a pivotal figure in handling temporal disturbances, working undercover as Agent 93 for a secretive organization tasked with protecting the temporal integrity of his environment. Early Career and Experiences John Jacob Smith has been a fixture... meticulously overseeing the investigation. Reinforcements arrived, bringing a brief sense of relief. Captain Sam Fraser, the leader, approached Smith with urgency.
“Captain Fraser reporting, sir,” he said, saluting sharply. “Celine has ordered that the entire crew of the Mandoleer’s Folly should see to Private Kai Jensen’s wishes of being buried within the Fold.”
Smith nodded, gratitude and sorrow mingling in his eyes. “Thank you, Captain. We’ll handle it from here.” He quickly rounded up his troopers and prepared to return to the ship.
Smith contacted Spacedawg as they made their way back. “Sir, we’ve received orders from Celine. We’re to ensure Kai’s burial within the Fold.”
Spacedawg’s voice came through, steady but filled with a heavy heart. “I’ve heard the same. Let’s make it happen.”
As the Mandoleer’s Folly lifted off, Smith made his way to the bridge. “Permission to enter, Captain?” he asked.
Spacedawg looked up, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Granted, Major. What brings you to the bridge?”
Smith chuckled, “Do I need an excuse to spend time with my great-great-grandson?”
Spacedawg laughed, a brief but welcome respite from the somber mood. “Not at all. Glad to have you here.”
Smith’s expression turned serious. “I’d like to preside over the eulogy, Captain. A trooper should send another trooper into the afterlife.”
Spacedawg nodded in agreement. “It’s only fitting. Go ahead.”
In the lounge, Malik
Jonathan Malik Species: Human Gender: Male Birthplace: Chilliwack System, British Columbia Sector Occupation: Sensor Officer, Royal Canadian Space Cavalry, Order 93 Rank: Sergeant Station: Mandoleer’s Folly Biography: Sergeant Jonathan Malik is a skilled Sensor Officer aboard the Mandoleer's Folly, known for his keen analytical skills and exceptional proficiency in managing complex sensor arrays. Born in the Chilliwack System of the... placed a “Canis Funeral Statue” next to Kai’s coffin. “This statue is part of the Canis funeral rites. It is tradition for a warrior to be buried with one of these when they are sent adrift into the Fold. I thought it would be appropriate to honor Kai with this.”
J.J. SmithJohn Jacob Smith is a seasoned police officer from Georgetown, known for his bravery and unique involvement in managing time anomalies. He has become a pivotal figure in handling temporal disturbances, working undercover as Agent 93 for a secretive organization tasked with protecting the temporal integrity of his environment. Early Career and Experiences John Jacob Smith has been a fixture... stepped forward, his voice strong but tinged with sorrow. “Private Kai Jensen was a brave and loyal trooper. He served with honor and dedication. Today, we fulfill his final wish.”
He paused, looking around at the gathered crew. “Calling Trooper 2231. Private Kai Jensen is out of service. End of watch.”
The flag was ceremoniously folded, a symbol of respect and finality. MalikJonathan Malik Species: Human Gender: Male Birthplace: Chilliwack System, British Columbia Sector Occupation: Sensor Officer, Royal Canadian Space Cavalry, Order 93 Rank: Sergeant Station: Mandoleer’s Folly Biography: Sergeant Jonathan Malik is a skilled Sensor Officer aboard the Mandoleer's Folly, known for his keen analytical skills and exceptional proficiency in managing complex sensor arrays. Born in the Chilliwack System of the... then performed additional Canis funeral rites, adding a layer of reverence to the ceremony. Tears streamed down the faces of many crew members, the weight of loss palpable in the air.
The Fold Drive engaged, and the Mandoleer’s Folly entered the Fold. Kai’s coffin was gently set adrift into the void, a twenty-one gun salute echoing through the ship as his send-off.
“Safe travels, Private,” Smith said, his voice breaking as he saluted. Spacedawg, overwhelmed by grief, let out a mournful bay that resonated through the ship, a final tribute to a fallen comrade.
The crew stood in silence, tears flowing freely, each member lost in their own memories and mourning. The chapter closed a poignant moment in the Mandoleer’s Folly’s journey, reminding them all of the sacrifices made in the name of duty and camaraderie.
