Better Offers and Blatant Oglers

[Kenika Karros]

The pleasant, cordial, and at times serious faces you saw on the screen of the holonet news were, behind the scenes, cutthroat and conniving. Sniping and bitchy. Clawing and/or fething their way to the top, to be the all-important first face seen on the evening news. The hub of primary contact with correspondents and other sectors of the news report - weather, sports, politics, war, and so on.

That face, the main face of the male-female anchor duo, was [member="Jek Floggerty"].

And me? I'm a correspondent. Chief correspondent. But still... not an anchor. I was. Past tense. Problem? I fething refused to sleep with the boss. Turned him down just one too many times. I have standards.

Kenika smirked, rolled her eyes, and continued her internal monologue, as her heels clacked sharply across the hangar, and her cheeky, vibrant orange airspeeder beeped as she thumbed the unlock on her keyfob.The magic had worn off. Quickly, at that. Snapped up straight out of her journalism and broadcasting degree, and right into one of the biggest holonews networks in the galaxy. It had been six years, and the newscorp could go feth itself. Especially Fegewick, the hub manager, the 'boss'. She'd come in absurdly early, before him - and he never showed up before nine in the morning - and left her resignation on his desk. Not so much as a word to anyone, except a quiet goodbye to that nice research girl whose name Nika could never remember. She could swear the girl lived at the broadcast hub, except she was always clean, always smelled nice, and never had a hair out of place.

Figures that a hutt would hand me an offer I couldn't refuse. I wonder what this '[member="Popo"]' guy is like.

She snorted, delicately.

Probably just like any other hutt. A great, big, slimy slug. My so-called 'biggest fan' is an oversized slug. Why am I not surprised?

Karros got to her airspeeder, and opened the drivers' side door, tossing her purse into the passenger seat without a look as she slipped into the driver side seat, her head nearly hitting the retractable roof when a sharp 'OWCH!' was yelped out nearby. Right from the passenger seat. She glared at the source of the pain-noise, and pulled her door shut.

"What in the hell are you doing in my 'speeder, Jek?" she said incredulously, snatching her purse out of his lap before he could go rummaging through it for his own personal amusement, and almost had half-a-mind to whallop him with the purse as soon as she had it in hand again. Instead, she huffed a sigh, and rolled her eyes, landing her gaze on him again, her brow knit in slight confusion. Then she pulled out a compact mirror and started checking her makeup for the third time since she had applied it that morning. "Never mind that. What are you doing at the hub so early? You almost never show up any earlier than right on Fegewick's coattails."

 

[Not Ordo]

[member="Kenika Karros"]

The man, the myth, the legend, Jek Floggerty. To some he was the face of galactic news to others he was a galactic hero, or at least thats what he told himself everyday. His ever blissful ignorance and outright stupidity was completely ignored by nearly everyone. As usual he was dressed in an expensive suit. His blue eyes smiling as he smiled at the woman who had just gotten into the speeded. She adored him of course, or so he had convinced himself, and was no doubt hiding her joy behind a mask so she could feel 'empowered'.

"It's ok sugar plum." He said half turning to rest his hand on the head rest of her seat, "you don't have to pretend you're not thrilled to see me."

His thick mustache slanted up on oneside as his smug "I'm kind of a big deal" smirk spread across his face. His self confidence was about the only thing that actually appealed to some people, that and his charismatic manner. The only people that seemed to be immune were the very few who were too smart and too close to him to fall for his almost never ending stream of bantha squat.

"Pfft Fegewick shows up to open the doors for me." He said looking into a mirrior and straightening his eye brows, "besides I'm resigning. Moving on to better things. No more small time for me. I was offered a new position as Anchorman, covering anything I want."

He turned and looked at her his smug slanted smirk returning.

"And I knew you'd never forgive me if I didn't give you some alone time with me."