Now let me say this, I got really bored over the weekend and just started writing this story. I have no plan for this so if this turns into something really shitty oh well. I just wrote this because I was bored out of my mind! Anyway, enkoy reading.
Chapter 1
Coruscant, 21 BBY (morning)
Lubov meet me in my office by nine this morning. We have to discuss your recent article submission.
-Rufus T. Firefly
"What have I done now?" Lubov asked herself.
She found herself asking herself the same question every time the editors wanted her to speak about her source material or about how opinionated her articles were. Her opinions were only reflected on her editorial pieces, though for the most recent article perhaps she had crossed the line when it came to focusing on how the republic was not helping the dying children in the outer rim?
The articles that she had written before were always unbiased when ever they asked her to be unbiased and surely they would not hold that against her? Perhaps they would and she would end up on the next ship ride back to Hapes. And when she got back to Hapes her mother would tell her all about how going to Coruscant was a stupid mistake and how she should have just stayed in Hapes and gotten a job at the university rather than become a Journalist. Her mother would be right of course if she were fired, if being the most important word.
Perhaps this was congratulation on the article… that couldn't be it. Whether or not the cause was to fire her or congratulate her she had to get to work and find out what the hell was going on. Otherwise she would end up fired from her position; or worse demoted back to coffee maid!
The morning Coruscanti traffic as always was horrible; then again traffic on this planet was always horrific. For Lubov the heavy traffic would mean being slightly delayed at getting to her meeting with Mr. Firefly.
Lubov sat down on her seat in the small bus that carried some of the citizens of Coruscant to work everyday. Most of them were rather middle class people who could afford the extra ten credits to ride to and fro work in the day. The average person could afford a hover vehicle, but these people had decided to go without.
The average citizen seemed to be oblivious to what was going on outside of the planet other than politics and what the holonet showed them. They were blind for the most part at what was actually going on in the galaxy. How corrupt everything had become, how low people were beginning to step just to get what they wanted and all the while people still treated the war as their own personal holo-drama.
As she stared down at her data pad there was another message from Mr. Firefly that had recently been sent. This was not good; they never sent her more than one message. She wasn't even late yet! And here he was with a message to her probably telling her that she was fired and that she would have to come back into work just to collect her things.
Lubov, sorry about the message earlier, what I need from you is the source material of the latest hospital report from the little boy from Bazaar. We need to make sure we have photographs of him and his sister for the cover of the article. Please send these to me promptly.
-Rufus T. Firefly
"Oh thank the Gods!" She managed to say through the flood of relief that was covering the young woman.
Lubov set out to work out and get the photographs and the hospital reports to Mr. Firefly. Though the chances of getting them quickly was going to be difficult of course since Bazaar was so far away and their access to the holonet was unstable to say the least. Their chances of actually getting the article out today were slimming, but they would get it out.
She would show the galaxy that the war was destroying the lives of the people affected by the war. The sympathy article would get done and after the article had been released there was no stopping her reach to promote more aid to the citizens affected by the war. The sympathy would promote, or at least she hoped would promote, popular opinion of the war to decrease farther than it already had within the past several months.
Everything she had planned, or at least wanted to happen was going to happen, all she had to do was get that article published.
As Lubov made her way into the office building she was met with hundreds of office workers there already writing or researching for their next article, or for something they wrote to be put on the broadcast system. Their chances were about the same as hers to get published, however, the chances of her being published now was far greater than anyone who had come in sooner than she.
Dr. Aren't I am sorry to bother you again but this is Lubov Makarova from the holonet main broadcasting station from Coruscant. Currently the article I am working on running is unable to be published until I get the source material for the little boy I interviewed and the photographs of himself and his sister. This is needed urgently for the sake of the children please sent these photographs and reports in immediately.
-Lubov Makarova
As she sent the message she knew that the chances of an immediate reply were slim. Her work in helping the galaxy began as soon as the article was published; and so far the galaxy was moving on without her stopped by constant red tape.
"Hey Freckles," The Correllian man said from behind her.
As she jumped she was tempted to slap the shit out of the man for daring to disturb her work. This man was beginning to drive her mad; he had to be new otherwise she would have seen him before. He was probably from a local broadcasting station somewhere in the middle of nowhere and had gotten a chance to come here in hopes of making it big. Now he annoyed her for shits and giggles.
"What is it?" Lubov asked as kindly as possible.
"Nothing really, just needed someone to talk to really," He said as he stole a chair from the Gran female that sat across from Lubov. "Nothing much to do around here other than write and research, reminds me so much of school. Force do I hate school."
He tilted his head to the side and smiled, obviously a young, human male to think he can seduce any woman into having sex with him. What a bastard. The men that are not from Hapes have not been taught properly on how they are supposed to act and how they are supposed to treat women. And of course he would never learn because no one has ever heard of Hapes in the office; or at least those who did not see the women of Hapes as extremely beautiful.
Most of the human males and every other species in the galaxy would agree with the fact the only thing they knew of Hapes was that it was isolated and the fact the women of the planet were absolutely beautiful. And that was all they knew, not what the world was like, or how things were run, just how beautiful the women were.
"You have to get used to working otherwise you will end up like all the other failed interns." She warned.
The young male got to the edge of his seat with wide eyes and asked, "What happens to them? Does Mr. Firefly eat them?"
He was trying to make her laugh, he had succeeded, and however, his chances of doing anything else to her were slim. He was rather clueless to her preferences in relationships or the fact that she was uninterested in males in the first place. He would learn of course when he met her girlfriend back home on Hapes.
"No," Lubov giggled. "What I mean is that they end up back on their home planets doing the local news!"
"The local news?" He asked.
"Yes, that is where all the failed reporters go." She said to him softly as if the information was top secret. "They will send you there if you are not good enough to be a full time journalist. It is hell trust me, be good and stay in school or else!"
He smiled at her with a rather cocky grin. "I will try to remember that next time I want to spit in his coffee."
"Don't worry," She told him. "We all have done that."
He just nodded and put his hand out in front of her and introduced himself as Artier Mills, from Correllia of course. He told her that he was twenty-three and had just graduated from a University of Journalism on some core world he could not remember. He seemed to not even be interested in learning about how things were run around here. he seemed more interested in talking about himself and what he hopes to do with his life.
Lubov said nothing other than the fact that she needed to get back to work before Mr. Firefly catches her goofing off and not getting the source material she needed, or at least working on the script for tonight's late night news broadcast. She could not afford the distractions and told Artier that if he wanted to help her he would have to leave her alone for the rest of the day and that they could talk sometime later.
He had replied by saying, "Good-bye Freckles,"
She found herself humored and annoyed by his comment, though he was sure that he did not really know her real name. Either way it did not matter, he would not be important in her career. And what mattered right then and there was getting this article prepped and ready to go before Mr. Firefly throws a fit over nothing again.
She managed to get the source material into Mr. Firefly and the rest of the editorial staff half way through the afternoon. Thankfully the doctor from Bazaar had sent the records through quickly with no issues what so ever. The article was done and hopefully she would wake up the next morning with possibly the Senator from Alderaan presenting some new bill before the senate about the recent childhood death rate increases.
It would look rather good on her part that a Senator who was renowned for his sympathy towards democracy and his support of the republic helping others. It was going to be perfect for all of them to understand that the people who had read the articles took the power from her writing and sent it through the airways of the galaxy.
Everything at that moment was going to be perfect, the article would get published and her fame would exceed even Mr. Firefly's fame as the director of the holonet here on Coruscant.
Okay here you are, and if you know who Rufus T. Firefly is then you are awesome because the movie Duck Soup has to be the best of all time. Well... besides star wars, either way review and junk.