Aboard the Mandoleer’s Folly, Spacedawg leaned over the communication console, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the screen as he updated Celine at the Order 93 base. “We’ve got a lead on MacKenzie’s operations in the Moose Jaw System. Trevor Gilmartin gave us some solid intel,” he reported, his voice steady despite the…
As the Mandoleer’s Folly cut through the vast emptiness of space, its destination was the bustling Vancouver System, the industrial heart of Henry Weedmonger’s sprawling empire. Spacedawg stood before the main console, his fingers poised over the communication panel. He initiated a secure line to Henry, knowing well the value of the information he was…
In the gleaming high rises of Toronto Prime, the headquarters of MacKenzie Marijuana Industries towered above the bustling metropolis, casting long shadows in the early morning light. Inside, Obadiah MacKenzie sat behind his expansive desk, a figure of brooding intensity surrounded by the trappings of corporate power. The morning had started like any other, with…
