A Little Wild Cherry (lane) wrote in thegalaxy, @ 2016-04-24 02:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !locale: naboo, lois lane (smallville), peggy carter |
Who: Lois Lane & Peggy Carter.
What: Working on things in her ship.
When: Tonight.
Where: Naboo, a local space port in the refugee area, on her ship.
Rating: PG/PG13 at most.
Status: In Progress.
Lois was finishing up the systems check she had been undergoing and while her original plan had been to go to Hevurion, she was thinking that scoop ship had sailed. So she while she and her two droids were working she had a holo news station playing in the background to give her some ideas. So, okay, she wasn't working as much as the droids since her knowledge was still pretty limited in this area, but she was doing her best to pay attention to them so she could learn. The protocol droid had a gruff personality that Lois actually liked, since it reminded her of some of the military personnel she had met over the years when growing up, so she had officially renamed her, The Corporal. Corporal was a silver and black GG-series model of a protocol droid, refurbished more than once and according to the information Lois had gotten when getting her droids, had her fair share of memory wipes. Still, the gruff personality and the mechanical but feminine voice instilled some militaristic nostalgia in Lois, reminding her of a Corporal that had almost inspired Lois to actually enlist. Of course, Lois had been eleven at the time and a week later they were transferred to another base, but the moment had existed.
The astromech was R8-L7, of the R8 series, and Lois hadn't actually changed his name. He was just R8 to her, and he seemed to like it that way. Simple and sweet she supposed. He was mostly white, but he had a few panels in a dark green decorating his chassis. Personality wise, Lois wasn't sure what to think of him yet. She was still trying to get used to the beeps he made so she could understand him. The way they sounded were obvious clues to the droid's disposition and while she could detect the obvious tones, he seemed to have nuances she had yet to really grasp. Provided she didn't die or get sent home, Lois was sure she'd figure it out.
"Master Lane," Corporal spoke up, and Lois focused her attention on the droid, "All systems are functioning at full capacity and you're supplies are fully stocked." Corporal's mechanical voice shifted in tone, "Now all you need is to set a course and we can be on our way."
"I know, I know." Lois threw her hands in the air, her own frustration matching the droid's own subtle form of it. "I'll do that as soon as I know where I really want to go." Lois wasn't a wishy washy person, she wasn't. But she had to admit to herself that while she knew exactly what she wanted to do, she was still feeling a little overwhelmed. She in different freaking universe and possible reality, there was space all around her waiting to be explored, an intergalactic war, there were alternate versions of people she knew or might one day know, and Clark was a super powered vigilante that had kept her in the dark for years. She was fine with all of it, really. Adjustment period over with. But she hated starting from the bottom up...
Her eyes suddenly lit up and she rushed out of the cockpit and into her quarters. She could practically imagine Corporal raising an eyebrow if she could, but Lois had inspiration and she had to jump on it. She had to work from scratch and work her way back up the journalism pole, if indeed she wanted to stay in that role (she was honestly tempted to make her father proud and straight up enlist) so that meant she just needed to write. Get her work out there. Speak up. How she had managed to let herself be blind to attempting this sooner was a mystery, but she was going to make up for it now.
She sat down in front of what she had turned into her work stations and began to write. She could have recorded a holo, but if she started to gain some traction like she wanted to then her face would make the rounds and she wanted to avoid that for a little while longer. The First Order already played dirty with their propaganda pieces and were willing to blow up planets. One overly vocal journalist wouldn't be much of hassle for them to deal with if they wanted to. Precautions would need to be made because it would suck plenty if she was taken out of the game before even moving her piece on the board.
But first, she needed to write.