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
Obadiah MacKenzie is a notable entrepreneur and cannabis magnate in the futuristic setting of the Toronto System, known for his rapid rise in the cannabis industry. Born in the Nova Scotia Sector, Obadiah comes from a modest background where his father worked as an asteroid miner, often absent from family life due to the demands of his profession. Early Life... More 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 a strong cup of coffee and the cityscape sprawling before him—a vista he considered his due. Yet, as the city awakened, so too did the seeds of his discontent, brought forth by a phone call that cut through the quiet like a knife.
The voice on the other end delivered the news with clinical detachment: his mercenaries had failed. Not only had they failed, but the Devonshire family had survived, their ordeal now fodder for the morning news. As if on cue, the large holo-screen in his office flickered to life, displaying the image of the Devonshire children. They were smiling, their resilience in the face of danger turning them into overnight sensations, and at the heart of their tale was Commander Spacedawg, the thorn in Obadiah’s side.
With a roar of frustration, Obadiah swept his arm across his desk, sending his coffee mug crashing against the screen. The liquid splattered across the digital faces beaming heroically, distorting them in a dripping, dark mess. His advisors, accustomed to his explosive temper, ducked instinctively, avoiding the debris from their boss’s tantrum.
“How can everyone be so incompetent?!” Obadiah bellowed, pacing like a caged animal in front of the ruined screen. “Everywhere I look, it’s Spacedawg this, Spacedawg that! If it’s not an ad for that damned Weedmonger’s, it’s that ridiculous children’s cartoon or tales of his legendary heroics!”
Silence hung heavy in the room, his inner circle too wary to speak, their eyes darting nervously as they awaited his next outburst. Obadiah’s mind raced, every failure stacking up like a towering inferno that threatened to consume all he had built. His usual composure crumbled, replaced by a rash desperation.
He spun on his heel, fixing his lieutenant with a manic glare. “I’m putting a bounty on him—five million loonies
The official currency of the Canadian Expanse Abbreviation: CEL Unit: Loon, Loonies Symbol: $ Banknotes: Commemorative banknotes in $5,10, 20, 50 and 100 denominations. Though they remain legal tender, the practice of using bills went out of fashion when the currency went digital. The Purse Card: A bank card that manages your money. All transactions, payroll and even taxes are... More to whoever takes Spacedawg out of the equation permanently!”
His staff exchanged uneasy looks, the gravity of his directive dawning on them. One advisor cleared his throat, hesitating. “Sir, are you sure that—”
“Do it!” Obadiah interrupted, his voice a thunderclap of finality. “Contact every mercenary, every bounty hunter we know. I want Spacedawg gone!”
As his team scrambled to implement his orders, Obadiah turned back to the panoramic view of Toronto Prime. The city moved unknowingly below, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within the walls of MacKenzie Marijuana Industries. Reflected in the glass, his visage bore the marks of his rage and fear, a man pushed to the brink not by his enemies, but by his own unchecked ambitions. The chapter closed on this image, setting the stage for a conflict that would shake the foundations of his empire and challenge the heroes of the Canadian Expanse.
