Hello, again I forgot in the first chapter to remind all of you that I do not own star wars and if I did my name would be Walt Disney. Which would be epic! :D Anyway enjoy!

Chapter 3

Coruscant 21 BBY (noon)

Staff meetings were never fun, they were not supposed to be fun and this one especially was not fun. All she was going to do here was listen to Mr. Firefly discuss the same shit he said the night before. He was going spend over an hour just doing nothing but repeat what he has already laid forth.

And now here was the worst part she now had to research a Senator to explore more. Perhaps the best bet would be Senator Organa from Alderaan? No, someone else would choose him before she managed to start her research on his personal life and whether or not he could be trusted by the people or not.

Maybe if she was lucky she would not have to do this silly assignment and just get the rest of the week off to do further research on the recent increase in unemployment that has struck the mid rim. Whatever the case, there was going to be research, and writing, then more research and writing. That was life to her now, research and writing.

"Now, what I am here to discuss is the person who did a recent article on Jedi Master Mace Windu." Mr. Firefly said in his wispy basic.

Someone was going to get fired. Whenever he started the meeting with an article that meant that he was going to criticize them for writing like a five-year-old. There was going to be hell to pay for whomever kriffed up this time around. There are reasons why it is hard to work on Coruscant; and those reasons always carried back to if you make a mistake going to be fired. Everyone wanted everything to be perfect, no matter what happened if it wasn't perfect they were going to be fired. It was a hard life working in the HoloNet, but its rewards far outweighed the risks.

The dreams of everyone were to get the ultimate reward... fame. If one person wrote an article that revealed something to the whole galaxy about something so shocking that they would live forever with their fame as being the one who broke the story in the first place. It was rare when it occurred, but when it did that person would never have to worry about credits, food, or anything ever again in their life. They would have everything all for writing an article like everyone else did daily.

"I did that," Artier spoke up at last.

Does he not know he just cost himself his job? Lubov asked herself as she looked at her new friend... if she could call him that at all.

"I wrote the article for Mr. Abalian, he said something about being busy researching so I wrote it for him." Artier said with confidence that only an intern could have. "I apologize for doing it, but you know I would not have it weren't for Mr. Abalian."

He was far too confident to work at the HoloNet. Artier just blamed someone else for what he did one of the worst mistakes a journalist could make. Was he mad? He had to be; otherwise he would not have dared to say anything about the article. Now, Mr. Firefly would tear the poor boy down before he had a chance to do anything great... like not giving out coffee all day.

"Well, Mr. Mills," Mr. Firefly said. "I have to tell you that you have just entered dangerous territory, if you screw up again you will be headed back home."

Artier just nodded and sat back down, while the meeting continued. The whole of the discussion was that they needed to get stories that made the readers want to read, rather than just go about their own business. They needed a story that threw the public for a loop, and whoever broke that story would get the fame they desired. If only that were what was going to happen; the meetings like these were just hope talks that were never going to come true no matter who much she wished they would. Mr. Firefly informed them all that they had to find a story that would send shock waves all the way to the outer rim and further. If not then there was chance they could all end up fired from the main HoloNet studio.

Lubov watched as Mr. Firefly ran over the recent success with the articles on Jedi Knights fighting the war and how if they kept the stakes high for the public ratings would surely go up. Perhaps even they could get more money from their producers by getting higher ratings? If the producers started handing out money, then there was the pay raise that they all desperately wanted.

"Also we are seeing a high youth interest in reading about the Jedi Anakin Skywalker." Mr. Firefly said as Lubov felt herself falling asleep out of lack of sleep. "We need to start running more youth centered stories on this boy and fast. Our ratings will surely head up faster if we can think of more articles about this Jedi. Which means more people out on the field, more interviews, and more articles period."

Mr. Firefly slammed his fist or what could be called a fist on to the table leaving everyone in the room wide awake and ready to listen to his newest brilliant plan. He was probably going to say that they needed to get the poor Jedi in interviews and probably harass the kriff out of the boy before he actually managed to get back to the Jedi Temple. There would be young, handsome male reporters sent out on the job of course to attract the young girls into watching the news or reading it. And of course the females that would attract the males to at least "watch" the broadcast of the war front.

Two things, handsome men, and pretty women that were it turned on the youth. Their audience was not hard to get but they lost it easier than the others. They wanted to hear about heroes not politics, that is why they were lost. The day the youth actually listened to the news was the day she saw Alderaan turned into an asteroid field. (See what I did there? :) Anyway, back to the story.)

"What we need is more youth in the media, we need everyone here to look younger and be younger. No one over 30 standard years may come on the HoloNet anymore. We need to show the youth of the Republic not the older generation that has caused this war. They want to see their peers on the news not some old males and females wanting to act like they knew them." Mr. Firefly argued as he set out the new ground rules.

Great, now there would be less truth in the stories and more opinions. She could already see some of the female reporters telling the world of how hot she thought whatever his name was and that everyone else should be attracted to him. Mr. Firefly had a good marketing skill, grab the youth so that their parents will be forced to watch, while the HoloNet got higher ratings than ever before. The higher the ratings the more Mr. Firefly got in credits. Was that not what journalism was about? Just writing shit to get money out of it? Perhaps it was because that is all that she had been seeing since she joined the media after graduation.

The meeting ended with Lubov being assigned to research the Chancellor himself. This was going to be Hell; she already disagreed with the Chancellor's politics now she would have to sit through his mindless chatter for the next month while she tried to get information out of him. In the end, she reminded herself, it would be all right and that she would get paid for what she was doing. Credits made the world go round, she was sure of that.

"Hey Lubov!" Artier called her out of her day dream to find herself sitting in her office space head on the desk tired.

"What?" She asked with her mouth slightly crushed by the desk.

"Can you help me?" He asked in a voice that was much too childish for a man of his age.

She sat herself up and fixed her clothing so she could begin a proper conversation. "Did you write that Master Windu was really Master Window?"

"What?" He asked with a rather awkward grin on his face. "No, I just wrote that he was a black guy and that he looked like that guy from Pulp Fiction. And that apparently offended people for some reason."

"A black guy?" Lubov asked. "Pulp Fiction? What the hell have you been doing? Writing while on death sticks?"

"Yes, hey let's not talk about that," He insisted. "I need your help."

"With what? Spelling or do you need help with not racial profiling people?"

"No!" Artier practically shouted. "I have been assigned to research Anakin Skywalker, can you please help me?"

She just sighed and said she would since he was a friend. He of course had been so grateful that he had grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a tight hug saying how thankful he was of her all the way. He probably had no idea what he had just gotten himself into asking for the help of Lubov, but he seemed open to a challenge. He was going to write and research day and night for the next month until she had approved a copy of the article to send out, and no further mistakes when it came to Master Windu.

"All right so when do we start?" Artier asked as he sat down on her desk. "I am open for tonight so maybe we could discuss this over dinner and then head back to my place for further research."

Lubov said nothing other than, "All right but we are researching a Jedi which means we have to live by their code for the next month."

"No," Was his immediate response. "I am not going to be a mediation freak and I am sure as hell not going to stop socializing with my friends and family."

"Okay then, but remember don't expect much out of our partnership other than research." Lubov warned.

"Yes, I understand now if you please would let me we could research other things after dinner."

"When Alderaan is an asteroid belt." She warned as she grabbed her things to head to lunch.

As she walked off she heard Artier say, "Then there is hope!"

Whatever the hell that meant he was getting nothing out of their friendship other than help on an article and possibly some manner courses on how not to act around women.

Hello all, this is me, and since Spring Break is nearing it's end that means that I will not have nearly as much time as I have had over this past week to write. But don't worry I will keep you posted for updates as soon as I can! :)