Floating amidst the vast sea of space debris, 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... More couldn’t help but marvel at the view before him—a distant sun casting its glow on the planet below, surrounded by remnants of ships that told tales of epic battles long past. The debris field, a graveyard of the Ramhar Remnant’s once-mighty empire, sparked a curiosity in him about the stories these destroyed vessels could tell.
As he drifted, Spacedawg pondered the view from the suspended animation pod that had been his home for over two centuries. The asteroids, the occasional passing ship, and now, the debris of battles lost to time. It was sheer luck, he mused, that the pods containing him and Ed had been discovered.
Adjusting to life as 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... More had its challenges. There was culture shock, certainly, and an unexpected animosity toward Non-humans that puzzled him. Racism, a social construct devoid of scientific basis, still hadn’t been eradicated. Yet, amidst this turmoil, he found friendship and a sense of family unlike anything he had experienced in the 21st century. For the first time, he felt truly accepted.
His reflections were interrupted by an alert on his helmet’s visor, a heads-over display announcing, “Detecting large concentrations of Udath Particles. Shall we commence with crystal recharge?”
“Go ahead,” Spacedawg replied, his voice steady in the vacuum of space.
He then radioed the Mandoleer’s Folly, signaling his return. “That should be the last of the stash Abraham found on the planet. They are fully recharged and ready to go. I’ll be back momentarily.”
The response came from Agent Celine, her voice a beacon in the solitude of space. “Acknowledged, see you when you get home. The android chef is cooking up some New York Strip Steak for the carnivores on the crew.”
The promise of returning to the Mandoleer’s Folly, to his crew, and the anticipation of a hearty meal waiting for him warmed Spacedawg’s heart. Each adventure in the vast expanse of space was punctuated by these moments of connection and belonging. As he set his course back to the ship, the anticipation of shared stories, laughter, and the familiar camaraderie of the crew filled him with a profound sense of home. Docking at the ship, he stepped out and lit up a joint, savoring the moment of peace and the promise of fellowship that awaited him.
