Professional Courtesy

Posted on 08 Feb 2013 @ 2:44am by Justin Baker

988 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Gladiator: Corridor
Timeline: MD01 1730 hours

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As the others began filing out of the meeting, Jool stood, wearing her best demure smile.

"Mr. Baker," she said, "Could you stay behind for just a scooch? I'd like to discuss your work with you?"

Pulling his glasses out of his hair, Justin put them back over his eyes as he casually rested his shoulder against a bulkhead. He didn't know the female reporter personally but everyone if FNN knew her by reputation, especially his fellow camera people.

When the door had closed and they were alone, she dropped the smile and grabbed the little pissant by the lapels. "Listen here you drone monkey, I'm already had my fill of your crap. Let's get a few things straight. I. Am. The. Damned. STAR! of this production. Your 'art' doesn't mean shit to me, what I care about is this:" she ran a finger around her face. "This is the face that is going to win this relations battle. This is the that billions turn in to see. This is the face that is going to let you keep your job unless you continue to screw the frell up!" She pushed him away.

"Make sure it's good light, no low angles and I swear if you try any of your little 'photographer tricks' to take away from this natural beauty, I will cut your junk off and wear them as earrings! Do you frelling understand me!?"

Justin's stance had stayed the same aside from his slight stumble as the woman had pushed him away. A few moments of silence passed between the two before Justin pushed himself to standing but kept his distance. "Listen here sweetheart. You do your job, I'll do mine. Without me noone would get to see your aged makeup laden face. Ill do my job as I see it right to be done and you ask your fancy questions."

Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the man. What did she expect from one of Zaren's 'friends'. "The one thing you might want to understand, Baker, is how fast I'm rising and how far you'll sink if I put my mind to it. And if you ever try to embarrass me in front of sources again, you'll be lucky to get work in children's programming. Make no mistake about it."

"What I understand Fenta is that you cannot intimidate me. The only thing you are causing to rise is people temper and blood pressures. I've been in this industry long enough to see people fall as quickly as they rise and if you continue with this attitude you have, you'll fall harder then the lot of them." Looking Fenta from head to toe and back, Justin smirked as his glasses covered eyes rested on her face. "There's no doubt that you are a good looking gal but try rely on your brains more than you rely on your looks."

"Excellent advice, why don't you try thinking with the head on your shoulders for a change and see how far that gets you," she said, scowling at the little trelk.

Moving in closer to the woman, Justin angled his body so as to trap her back against the wall, ensuring she was trapped enough that she couldn't do any unnecessary damage to any sensitive parts of his body. He may have been coming across calm at this point but the woman would see the fire blazing in his eyes. "Sounds to me like you need to figure out how to loosen up. Realise that the world doesn't just revolve around you."

"Not the world," she said, smirking. Men were always the same. A beautiful face, trim body and what do you get? Some helpless waif that could be intimidated physically. Did he really think she'd climbed to the level she was at by being afraid of petty brains like him? "But the galaxy. Now, back away before you lose whatever small ... talent ... you may think you have and remember the rules." There was a definite schnickt of blade scraping sheath.

As a wide container was rolled past them, Justin easily moved back with a large smirk on his face. "If you spent more time paying attention to what was happening around you instead of being infatuated with your looks and your own personal missions you might realise that the world doesn't revolve around you. Next time shall I allow you to get in people's way and cause the crew to become more irritated with us?"

Jool smirked. "You missed your calling, you should have been a counselor because you're just so smart."

Shrugging his shoulders in a very casual manner, Justin nodded his head towards the concealed weapon the woman had been about to pull on him. "If security catch you with that you will get us all thrown off of the ship. Loose it."

"I don't take orders from help. Go troll and alley for some trelk you can boss around," she said, glaring at him. "Remember who you're working for."

Pushing the glasses to the top of his head, Justin's cold green eyes scanned Feran's face for a brief moment before he just shook his head in almost disappointment. "See you later Fenta." Turning on his heel, he moved away towards where their quarters were located, turning over in his mind if this assignment was the mark of the end of his career, not because of the threats from Fenta but solely because he would forever have his work linked to her and her attitude and there was a very big risk she could get them all thrown off of this ship.

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Jool Fenta
FNN Press Correspondent
Federation News Network
(awesome pNPC of Jeremy Stone)

Justin Baker
FNN Cameraman
Federation News Network
(pNPC of Pola Ni Dhuinn)

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