Post by The Conman on Jan 31, 2007 17:38:56 GMT -5
Doneeda's eyes snapped open as the alarm clock blared its henious tone mere inches from her right ear. She groaned. Getting up early wasn't her thing, she usually worked nights, and was allowed to get up later than most. She managed to roll out of bed and get up, and got dressed in a pair of black cargo pants, Grey running shoes, and a black tank top after she showered.
She was not looking forwards to the rush hour traffic, especially in the area deep in the core of the city side of the planet where the HNN was located. She grabbed an energy drink out of the fridge and downed it, then grabbed her wallet and tossed it into he backpack, with her computer , lunch, and multitude of other things she had a tendency of carrying around with her, and headed for the speeder park.
It took her 10 minutes to get out of the dock, the traffic was that bad. Once she was on her way though, it moved fairly well. Doneeda found a radio station that she liked, and kept up with traffic until her cutoff came up. The trip to the HNN took a grand total of an hour. Doneeda was less than pleased at this fact, and was a little annoyed at herself that she hadn't bothered to drive it sooner. She parked the Speeder in the HNN's dock, and walked into the broadcast office, as she had been instructed to . Doneeda was nervous, her Basic was less than stellar. Speaking just Twi'leki for 12 years then only that at home had made it difficult for her to learn the language well.
She walked upto the receptionist. A tallish blonde woman, who would be best described by simply "bimbo".
Hi!
She said in a voice that was a little over cheereful. Doneeda had to fight not to roll her eyes and walk away.
Mordning, I am'ere to see...
OH!
The receptionest cut in.
Your our new Tech intern aren't you?
She said in that over the top cheery voice.
Yah, buh I jus wan'do talk ...
Of Course! I'll take you to Mr. Armen right away!
She cut in, again.
Goddess...does this stilly human eve'r shud it?
She thought to herself as they walked and the bimbo recptionest continued to ramble on about what Doneeda should do with her leeku, and how her pants didn't "work". Doneeda just nodded and smiled the whole way up...30 floors.
Once they got to the office floor, and the Receptionist was still talking, Doneeda got an idea of who this "Mr.Armen" was. Standing at a grand total of 5'6, he was about as round as he was tall. Doneeda was half expecting him to start talking in huttese and see bounty hunters pop out from hidden entrances. She also started to understand why the kept the stupid receptionist around. A bike came to mind suddenly...
She left, and Doneeda was happy to see her gone. But this Mr. Armen was beginning to seem worse. His eyes were all over her, and she had to clear her throat and motion to his office before he invited her in. He sat down in a large , leather chair, across a large wooden desk. The office was in a state of disarray, with papers and data pads everywhere. He waddled over and cleared off a chair, which she promptly sat down in.
So.
He said in a gravelly, courscanti accented voice.
Your our new intern then eh...? Ah...Ms...Sok'nada?
He said, as he hummed and grumbled as he went through the info on the data pad.
Says 'ere at you is here for some sorta internship, right?
Mr. Armen said in the fastest basic she had ever heard. It took a second before she understood what he had said. The Courscanti accent was difficult to deal with as it was, then throw in that this man had a hyper drive for a mouth and she was having a difficult time indeed.
Righ?
He said as she was still trying to decipher what he had said previously.
Uh...yeh, yes I am.
She said, hoping that it was the right thing to say.
Hmm...allrigh, well since you donnie need no trainin on how to fix the equimpen itself, I'll put you on as a tech on a producton unit righ away.
He paused for a second...
Tha news sho needs a new tech...the las one was moved...whas i'called....
He shuffled through a couple of papers.
Ah, here i'is, The Charmed Life. Thas the one. Its studio is 2 floors up.
Doneeda went to get up, but he cut in.
Oh, wait a sec there girlie, I gotta give ya your security pass.
The man said, opening a drawer and pulling out a card which he stuck into a slot on his computer, and hit a few buttons. The blank picture box changed to her face, and the label on the front changed to say "Level 5". He pulled out a lanyard and put it on, then gave the bunch to her.
Now, that'll get yah into the engineering sections and such, but anything above floor 650 is off limits to ya without an escort, understan?
Ya.
She said, as she got up and headed for the elevator.
Oh, and one mere thing there girly. Watch out for that Chalmers character up there. He's a bi of a ladies man, if yah get mah drift .
She noted it , and pushed the button on the elevator for floor 552.
Doneeda walked out and found the Tech Supervisor, and he read the transfer info.
Allright, Camera 2 is out of action for whatever reason, we have to get it working again for tonights broadcast. So I guess its trial by fire Doneeda...Is it allright if I call you Donie?
He asked, with a light, almost pompous Courscant accent.
Cerdanee
She responded.
Oh, and I'm Alris Valdals, If you need anything just ask.
He said, before turning and running over somewhere while yelling something about power cables and what happens if someone gets on the wrong end of them to a worker, leaving Doneeda, or "Donie" apparently now, standing there. She turned and headed for Camera two.
She was not looking forwards to the rush hour traffic, especially in the area deep in the core of the city side of the planet where the HNN was located. She grabbed an energy drink out of the fridge and downed it, then grabbed her wallet and tossed it into he backpack, with her computer , lunch, and multitude of other things she had a tendency of carrying around with her, and headed for the speeder park.
It took her 10 minutes to get out of the dock, the traffic was that bad. Once she was on her way though, it moved fairly well. Doneeda found a radio station that she liked, and kept up with traffic until her cutoff came up. The trip to the HNN took a grand total of an hour. Doneeda was less than pleased at this fact, and was a little annoyed at herself that she hadn't bothered to drive it sooner. She parked the Speeder in the HNN's dock, and walked into the broadcast office, as she had been instructed to . Doneeda was nervous, her Basic was less than stellar. Speaking just Twi'leki for 12 years then only that at home had made it difficult for her to learn the language well.
She walked upto the receptionist. A tallish blonde woman, who would be best described by simply "bimbo".
Hi!
She said in a voice that was a little over cheereful. Doneeda had to fight not to roll her eyes and walk away.
Mordning, I am'ere to see...
OH!
The receptionest cut in.
Your our new Tech intern aren't you?
She said in that over the top cheery voice.
Yah, buh I jus wan'do talk ...
Of Course! I'll take you to Mr. Armen right away!
She cut in, again.
Goddess...does this stilly human eve'r shud it?
She thought to herself as they walked and the bimbo recptionest continued to ramble on about what Doneeda should do with her leeku, and how her pants didn't "work". Doneeda just nodded and smiled the whole way up...30 floors.
Once they got to the office floor, and the Receptionist was still talking, Doneeda got an idea of who this "Mr.Armen" was. Standing at a grand total of 5'6, he was about as round as he was tall. Doneeda was half expecting him to start talking in huttese and see bounty hunters pop out from hidden entrances. She also started to understand why the kept the stupid receptionist around. A bike came to mind suddenly...
She left, and Doneeda was happy to see her gone. But this Mr. Armen was beginning to seem worse. His eyes were all over her, and she had to clear her throat and motion to his office before he invited her in. He sat down in a large , leather chair, across a large wooden desk. The office was in a state of disarray, with papers and data pads everywhere. He waddled over and cleared off a chair, which she promptly sat down in.
So.
He said in a gravelly, courscanti accented voice.
Your our new intern then eh...? Ah...Ms...Sok'nada?
He said, as he hummed and grumbled as he went through the info on the data pad.
Says 'ere at you is here for some sorta internship, right?
Mr. Armen said in the fastest basic she had ever heard. It took a second before she understood what he had said. The Courscanti accent was difficult to deal with as it was, then throw in that this man had a hyper drive for a mouth and she was having a difficult time indeed.
Righ?
He said as she was still trying to decipher what he had said previously.
Uh...yeh, yes I am.
She said, hoping that it was the right thing to say.
Hmm...allrigh, well since you donnie need no trainin on how to fix the equimpen itself, I'll put you on as a tech on a producton unit righ away.
He paused for a second...
Tha news sho needs a new tech...the las one was moved...whas i'called....
He shuffled through a couple of papers.
Ah, here i'is, The Charmed Life. Thas the one. Its studio is 2 floors up.
Doneeda went to get up, but he cut in.
Oh, wait a sec there girlie, I gotta give ya your security pass.
The man said, opening a drawer and pulling out a card which he stuck into a slot on his computer, and hit a few buttons. The blank picture box changed to her face, and the label on the front changed to say "Level 5". He pulled out a lanyard and put it on, then gave the bunch to her.
Now, that'll get yah into the engineering sections and such, but anything above floor 650 is off limits to ya without an escort, understan?
Ya.
She said, as she got up and headed for the elevator.
Oh, and one mere thing there girly. Watch out for that Chalmers character up there. He's a bi of a ladies man, if yah get mah drift .
She noted it , and pushed the button on the elevator for floor 552.
Doneeda walked out and found the Tech Supervisor, and he read the transfer info.
Allright, Camera 2 is out of action for whatever reason, we have to get it working again for tonights broadcast. So I guess its trial by fire Doneeda...Is it allright if I call you Donie?
He asked, with a light, almost pompous Courscant accent.
Cerdanee
She responded.
Oh, and I'm Alris Valdals, If you need anything just ask.
He said, before turning and running over somewhere while yelling something about power cables and what happens if someone gets on the wrong end of them to a worker, leaving Doneeda, or "Donie" apparently now, standing there. She turned and headed for Camera two.