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... was in his quarters aboard the Storm Song when the holo-communicator buzzed. He activated it, and Princess Dagbjort’s image flickered to life.
“Spacedawg, the Imperial Senate has requested to formally meet you,” Dagbjort began, her voice clear and authoritative.
Spacedawg straightened up, taken aback by the formality. “Meet me? Why?”
Dagbjort continued, “You will need to become a naturalized citizen and officially receive your Mikit, a ceremonial tattoo depicting your familial lineage and my family’s imperial symbol.”
Spacedawg’s brow furrowed. “Mikit? What’s that?”
“Ask Njord. He’ll explain everything,” she replied with a reassuring smile. “I have to go now, but good luck. We’re all proud of you.”
The call ended, leaving Spacedawg staring at the communicator. The weight of the situation began to sink in.
Spacedawg found Njord in the command center and approached him with a mixture of curiosity and concern.
“Njord, what exactly is a Mikit?” Spacedawg asked.
Njord looked up, slightly surprised. “The Mikit is a ceremonial tattoo that shows your familial lineage and the imperial symbol of Princess Dagbjort’s family. It’s a mark of honor and identity among the Canis.”
Spacedawg sighed, feeling a pang of uncertainty. “But what if you don’t have parents? I was created, not born a Canis.”
Njord’s expression softened. “The first Emperor was born the same way. He was created, not born. Our deities, the Asynya, created the first Canis, known as the Fyrs-Fyrst, or the First Ones.”
This revelation brought a sense of solace to Spacedawg. “I wish I could talk to one of the First Ones,” he said wistfully.
Njord’s eyes twinkled with an unexpected promise. “That can be arranged. The first Emperor, Halvdan, is still alive.”
Spacedawg blinked in disbelief. “I thought the First Emperor was long dead.”
Njord chuckled softly. “The Canis have very long lifespans. Halvdan, the first Emperor, is still alive and will likely be present when you receive your Mikit.”
The enormity of the upcoming ceremony and meeting with such an ancient figure weighed on Spacedawg’s mind. “Meeting Halvdan… I can hardly believe it.”
Njord placed a reassuring hand on Spacedawg’s shoulder. “You’ll do well. The Storm Song is already on course for Canis Space.”
Spacedawg nodded, steeling himself for the journey ahead. “Set course for Canis Space,” he commanded.
The bridge crew swiftly followed his order, and the ship adjusted its trajectory. As they prepared for the journey, the crew buzzed with anticipation for the next steps in Spacedawg’s transformation and naturalization.
