06-26-2017, 06:00 PM
Kitty Korlac's first impression of this island paradise completely exceeded her expectations. As the helicopter roared loudly in the air, her focus on the landscape underneath her completely drained the noise from her ears. This pocket verse - this huge, beautiful island was exactly what she needed it to be. It had serene beaches, rolling hills and a horizon that warmed her typically cool demeanor. On top of that, though, it also had this feeling of dread that seemed to envelope it. The fact that it was so empty, despite looking like it had been lived on. It was eerie. Kitty loved that about it.
"What do you think?" came a voice next to her. It was over a microphone, since there was no way anyone could hear over the noise if the roters spinning above them. She turned her head to see the well-dressed executive next to her. She had to brush away her platinum blonde locks as her mane threatened to escape the confines of its bun. He was grinning through shiny, well-kept teeth. The sun was shining off his head. "It's gorgeous, am I right?"
"Its okay," Kitty shrugged. She gave a frown, as if disappointed. But as soon as she turned her shoulder to look out at the scene again, it disappeared and gave way to a wry little smile. The reality was that this was perfect. The perfect scene for her perfect show.
It took awhile for the helicopter to circle the island, letting Kitty and the executives with her get a sense of the land beneath them. Finally, it began to descend down towards the southern-most point of the landmass, where what appeared to be an airfield sat, untouched. The aerial vehicle landed gently on the runway, right in the middle. Once the rotors stopped spinning, Kitty was helped out by a man in what appeared to be a military uniform. She gave him a polite smile and walked right by.
Kitty brushed any creases off of her tight-fitting dress as she looked down the runway. There was a single plane resting a few hundred yards away, right next to the tower that she assumed was for monitoring air traffic. She turned to look back at the three suits making their way over to her. All of them had big stupid grins on their face, clearly impressed with what they were seeing. She gave a light smile back, to confirm that she was satisfied with the same thing, but not enough to make them think she was ecstatic or anything. Like she was.
"This is perfect!" The first one exclaimed. He was the one that had been sitting next to Kitty on the helicopter, with a big smile plastered across his face.
"It has everything we need!" The second one said excitedly.
"We could ev-
"Enough," Kitty said, putting a single hand up to cut off the youngest of the three boardrooms grunts. All three of them lost their shiny smiles immediately and looked at each other before straightening up, waiting for her to speak. She waited a moment for emphasis, letting the tension increase before turning to walk. She headed towards the grassy field near the runway, away from their helicopter. All three followed her, diligently. "Number One, you are in charge of the cast list. I want to see all approved applications and screenings, as well as all names offered up from the Coruscant Court System."
It was clear that she wasn't listing off things. She was actually calling one of them 'Number One.' He knew immediately that she was talking about him. "Yes, Ma'am!"
The blonde television personality came to a halt in front of the field. She didn't actually step off of the tarmac, as she had heels on and didn't want to mess them up. But she was content looking out at the clear grassy plains in front of them. This airfield was in perfect position; right in the middle of nowhere. "Number Two. You're going to drop in all of the supplies and weapons. Some of them need to be really good, and the rest just randomly place things. Any questions?"
"No, Ma'am!" Came the expected response.
She took a moment to think about what her third request was. She would need someone to brief the host, but she could do that when she actually picked someone. Also, someone had to set up the streaming services around the island, to ensure the show was properly aired onto the Dataverse. But that was a task far too large for her youngest assistant, and she had experience in the network industry anyway, so she could handle that. There were other logistics to manage, but...
"M-Ma'am?" Her thoughts were interrupted by the stammering voice of Number Three. She frowned, but was facing away from them so the boy couldn't see it. "What shall I do?"
Annoyed at his intrusion to her thought process, she turned around towards them. All of them grimaced and tensed as they saw the unhappiness in her spectacled face. She grunted as she stormed past them, heels are all. "Just get me a coffee," she demanded. "Get to work!" The last words were very clearly to all three of them.
Immediately, all three scampered away. The first two of her assistants, both seemingly competent and older, had clear paths of where to go: the airplane down the runway and the tower near it. The third had no idea where he was going to get her very specific brand of coffee on this strange island, so he just kind of ran in a random direction. Kitty climbed up onto the helicopter once more, with the help of the military man from earlier.
"Take me back to the office," she said aloud. Even though there were three men in tan camouflage around her, she wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. The two in the cockpit of the helicopter immediately to go to work in getting the vehicle operational. The third one began to strap her safely back into her seat and then climbed back up. She appreciated the silent obedience of these men. They were clearly well trained. Or properly brainwashed. She didn't ask questions. It wasn't important. They didn't even bother to ask what she intention was with her executive assistants, that were left there on the airfield. The helicopter just raised up into the air and began to head towards the east. Now that she had confirmed the island was in fact exactly what she needed it to be, she was ready to go work on the technical side. She planned in her head to send more and more crew to get work on creating her vision. A real competition show for the combat enthusiants in the Omniverse. A 'real' reality show. Nothing like the nonsense on the other frequencies of the Dataverse.
Kitty Korlac had made television programs before. She had created an entire subscription network on the Dataverse, practically from the ground up. But there was all kid stuff compared to this. She was jumping into an already existing genre of programming and was making it better. It was a whole new format. A completely original idea. Well, okay, not original. But it was a good idea.
Fifty competitors would land on her island. Only one would survive on her Island of Survival.
The name could use some work, she thought.
"What do you think?" came a voice next to her. It was over a microphone, since there was no way anyone could hear over the noise if the roters spinning above them. She turned her head to see the well-dressed executive next to her. She had to brush away her platinum blonde locks as her mane threatened to escape the confines of its bun. He was grinning through shiny, well-kept teeth. The sun was shining off his head. "It's gorgeous, am I right?"
"Its okay," Kitty shrugged. She gave a frown, as if disappointed. But as soon as she turned her shoulder to look out at the scene again, it disappeared and gave way to a wry little smile. The reality was that this was perfect. The perfect scene for her perfect show.
It took awhile for the helicopter to circle the island, letting Kitty and the executives with her get a sense of the land beneath them. Finally, it began to descend down towards the southern-most point of the landmass, where what appeared to be an airfield sat, untouched. The aerial vehicle landed gently on the runway, right in the middle. Once the rotors stopped spinning, Kitty was helped out by a man in what appeared to be a military uniform. She gave him a polite smile and walked right by.
Kitty brushed any creases off of her tight-fitting dress as she looked down the runway. There was a single plane resting a few hundred yards away, right next to the tower that she assumed was for monitoring air traffic. She turned to look back at the three suits making their way over to her. All of them had big stupid grins on their face, clearly impressed with what they were seeing. She gave a light smile back, to confirm that she was satisfied with the same thing, but not enough to make them think she was ecstatic or anything. Like she was.
"This is perfect!" The first one exclaimed. He was the one that had been sitting next to Kitty on the helicopter, with a big smile plastered across his face.
"It has everything we need!" The second one said excitedly.
"We could ev-
"Enough," Kitty said, putting a single hand up to cut off the youngest of the three boardrooms grunts. All three of them lost their shiny smiles immediately and looked at each other before straightening up, waiting for her to speak. She waited a moment for emphasis, letting the tension increase before turning to walk. She headed towards the grassy field near the runway, away from their helicopter. All three followed her, diligently. "Number One, you are in charge of the cast list. I want to see all approved applications and screenings, as well as all names offered up from the Coruscant Court System."
It was clear that she wasn't listing off things. She was actually calling one of them 'Number One.' He knew immediately that she was talking about him. "Yes, Ma'am!"
The blonde television personality came to a halt in front of the field. She didn't actually step off of the tarmac, as she had heels on and didn't want to mess them up. But she was content looking out at the clear grassy plains in front of them. This airfield was in perfect position; right in the middle of nowhere. "Number Two. You're going to drop in all of the supplies and weapons. Some of them need to be really good, and the rest just randomly place things. Any questions?"
"No, Ma'am!" Came the expected response.
She took a moment to think about what her third request was. She would need someone to brief the host, but she could do that when she actually picked someone. Also, someone had to set up the streaming services around the island, to ensure the show was properly aired onto the Dataverse. But that was a task far too large for her youngest assistant, and she had experience in the network industry anyway, so she could handle that. There were other logistics to manage, but...
"M-Ma'am?" Her thoughts were interrupted by the stammering voice of Number Three. She frowned, but was facing away from them so the boy couldn't see it. "What shall I do?"
Annoyed at his intrusion to her thought process, she turned around towards them. All of them grimaced and tensed as they saw the unhappiness in her spectacled face. She grunted as she stormed past them, heels are all. "Just get me a coffee," she demanded. "Get to work!" The last words were very clearly to all three of them.
Immediately, all three scampered away. The first two of her assistants, both seemingly competent and older, had clear paths of where to go: the airplane down the runway and the tower near it. The third had no idea where he was going to get her very specific brand of coffee on this strange island, so he just kind of ran in a random direction. Kitty climbed up onto the helicopter once more, with the help of the military man from earlier.
"Take me back to the office," she said aloud. Even though there were three men in tan camouflage around her, she wasn't speaking to anyone in particular. The two in the cockpit of the helicopter immediately to go to work in getting the vehicle operational. The third one began to strap her safely back into her seat and then climbed back up. She appreciated the silent obedience of these men. They were clearly well trained. Or properly brainwashed. She didn't ask questions. It wasn't important. They didn't even bother to ask what she intention was with her executive assistants, that were left there on the airfield. The helicopter just raised up into the air and began to head towards the east. Now that she had confirmed the island was in fact exactly what she needed it to be, she was ready to go work on the technical side. She planned in her head to send more and more crew to get work on creating her vision. A real competition show for the combat enthusiants in the Omniverse. A 'real' reality show. Nothing like the nonsense on the other frequencies of the Dataverse.
Kitty Korlac had made television programs before. She had created an entire subscription network on the Dataverse, practically from the ground up. But there was all kid stuff compared to this. She was jumping into an already existing genre of programming and was making it better. It was a whole new format. A completely original idea. Well, okay, not original. But it was a good idea.
Fifty competitors would land on her island. Only one would survive on her Island of Survival.
The name could use some work, she thought.
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