“Investigative Journalism?”
Kobign Settgre echoed curiously, shifting his weight and leaning back against the fence encircling the picnic area. The ocean waves lapped against the rocks below, mildly drowning the noise of the small gathering around the fire. He pulled his gaze from Jax where he talked happily about likely some holonet social trend with Minnie, her brother cooking and his partner listening in. Taking a sip of his ale, the half-Selenian crossed his arms and tucked his drink into the crook of his elbow, looking at the Zabrack chatting with him.
Bril Teg Arga smiled, happy to explain something both interesting and close to home. “It’s a form of reporting dedicated to deeply investigating things such as serious crimes, injustices, political and corporate corruption — exposing it to the galactic public. Or at least the network Pa’ren’i works with, the Galactic News Service, reaches as far.”
“I see.” Kobign said after a slight pause.
His mind wandered in various directions, a certain appeal in revealing wrongdoing and potentially aiding in ceasing its harm on the innocents that get caught up as victims. At the same time, there was one nagging thought reminding him as it did occasionally, especially around get-togethers, that *he* fell into that category of crimes and political corruptions. A Collective Intelligence Agent, a spy, a plant…or formerly one.
*Formerly one.*
Kobign reminded himself. He exhaled slowly and relaxed the controlled tension in his jaw, adjusting his mindset with practice. It was then that he realized Bril had still been talking. He glanced back at the younger man, giving a well-placed nod and casual eye contact.
“-- total of forty-eight deaths counted. The article resulted in a sixty-million credit fine, reparations for the people, and a court order clean up mandate…” The recount faded off as Bril concluded, but the pause and the way he tilted his head was suspect.
“You seem pensive, Kob. What’s up?”
Kobign groaned internally. He slipped in his composure around the young man. He flashed a light smile and unfolded his arms, free hand going to rub his neck. “Heh, I was just thinking about the job. I don’t know, seems like something I might be interested in, investigations and pushing a stop to some of the sithspit in the galaxy. Just…got my doubts. Never went to Uni or the like, not sure how well I’d do with the whole actual journaling.”
Bril watched him for a moment, those several heartbeats where high supernatural senses combated deftly skilled deception and charm. Not a lie. He hadn’t gone to Uni, hell never finished school, just wasn’t all he was ‘*doubting*’.
But the Zabrak smiled and shrugged, “I don’t think that would stop you, not if you're set on it.” He glanced over to his Nautolan girlfriend before giving a nod, “Perhaps Pa’ren’i be down to chat with you about it if, when she visits? Anyways, I’m gonna join the others. Coming?”
Kobign considered, then nodded himself, “Perhaps, and sure.”