The Mandoleer’s Folly cruised steadily through the stars, en route to Ottawa Prime. The atmosphere aboard the ship was one of anticipation and reflection as the crew prepared to drop off Princess Dagbjort Astridsdatter for her new role as Minister of Interplanetary Relations.
Commander Abraham Corcoran
Abraham Corcoran is a renowned neo-Victorian detective known for his ingenuity and a remarkable life story marked by adventure, mysticism, and technological intrigue. Born in Ireland, Corcoran left his homeland in 1890 seeking adventure in the New World. Instead, he found himself thrust into a 1904 neo-Victorian society dominated by steam-powered technology and eccentric fashion, prompting him to establish a..., off shift and enjoying a rare moment of leisure, sat in the officers’ lounge nursing a drink. The room was comfortably quiet, a sanctuary from the usual hustle and bustle of the ship.
The door slid open, and Captain Spacedawg PaulyBirth 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... walked in, looking to unwind after a long day. Abraham spotted him and raised his glass. “Captain, over here! Care to join me for a drink?”
Spacedawg smiled and made his way over. “Don’t mind if I do, Abraham.” He ordered a beer from the lounge’s automated bar and took a seat at Abraham’s table.
Abraham leaned in, a mischievous glint in his eye. “A little bird told me you just got engaged to a princess.”
Spacedawg chuckled, shaking his head. “News travels fast on this ship. Yes, it’s true. Dagbjort and I are engaged.”
Abraham raised his glass in a toast. “Congratulations, Spacedawg. It’s not every day someone gets to say they’re marrying royalty. How does it feel to be the talk of the ship?”
Spacedawg took a sip of his beer, considering the question. “Honestly, I didn’t realize it would draw so much attention. But I’m happy, Abraham. Truly happy.”
The door to the lounge slid open again, and Princess Dagbjort entered with two attendants. She spotted Spacedawg and smiled, her eyes lighting up. Spacedawg and Abraham immediately stood and bowed respectfully.
Dagbjort laughed softly. “At ease, gentlemen. Spacedawg, my betrothed, may I join you?”
Abraham took a step back, smiling. “I’ll leave you two to it. Congratulations again, Captain. Princess.”
After Abraham excused himself and left the lounge, Dagbjort approached Spacedawg, her expression apologetic. “I didn’t mean to chase Commander Corcoran away.”
Spacedawg shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, Dagbjort. He’s genuinely happy for us. He left out of respect.”
Dagbjort’s smile softened. “That’s good to hear. Spacedawg, I’ve been thinking… Could I stay with you tonight? For adult relations?”
Spacedawg felt a rush of emotions. It had been nearly 300 years since he had known the touch of a woman. “Of course, Dagbjort. I’d like that very much.”
They made their way to Spacedawg’s quarters, the ship’s gentle hum providing a soothing backdrop. Inside, they shared an intimate evening, strengthening their bond. The warmth of Dagbjort’s presence was a comforting contrast to the cold expanse of space outside.
As the night drew to a close, they lay together, reflecting on their journey and the future that awaited them. Spacedawg, feeling a deep sense of contentment, spoke softly. “Dagbjort, this feels right. I’m looking forward to our future together.”
Dagbjort nestled closer, her voice tender. “So am I, Spacedawg. So am I.”
In the quiet of Spacedawg’s quarters, they found solace in each other’s arms, ready to face whatever challenges the cosmos had in store.
