K-9 & Company random drabble
OOC: In addition to using this journal for purposes on rpgwho, i'm also going to post up some random fannish drabbles with Sarah Jane and K-9, now that I'm back in a writing mode...here's part 1. Comments always welcome. Be kind. :)
K-9 & Company: Masques (Part 1)
Sarah Jane Smith tried to straighten out her back muscles as she packed her suitcases up hurriedly. It was 3:37 in the morning and she had only gotten the call from Harold, her Planet 3 producer 15 minutes earlier. Harold was never a man for protracted conversation. He simply said, “SJ…get dressed, get to the airport, there’s a ticket on the company jet to North Korea waiting for you, and details on your assignment are being downloaded to your PDA. Your usual transportation arrangements for baggage have been approved.”
And that was about the length of it. North Korea? Well, she’d been in less hospitable places…Skaro came to mind…still, she had no idea what she was in for, particularly given the sensitive political climate of the region these days. The whole world seemed to be in upheaval more & more these days…and given that she’d seen other worlds at their worst and the consequences of that, she held out hope that this one could find its way back before things got too bad.
Sarah sighed audibly. It was too early in the morning to be this philosophical. Or was it too late in the evening? Ughhhhh…I don’t even know right now, I’m so tired…, Sarah thought to herself. Sarah finished packing up her bag and zipped the long zipper, sealing the contents inside, smoothing everything out, so as not to be wrinkled…must look firmly pressed for the cameras, she thought. She then slung it over her shoulder and walked out into the parlor of her South Croydon home. She then called out into the house, “K-9, are you about ready?”
From down the hallway, a small robotic creature…in the shape of an odd looking dog, with a box-like body with treads and rollers to move itself about and a canine looking head, complete with a plaid dog collar and a silver tag labeled K-9, rolled out into the living room. It spoke in a robotic, dulcet tone. “I am prepared to depart at your convenience, Mistress.” K-9 then rolled himself into a small briefcase with a side panel that was exposed like a ramp. After he entered, it sealed up behind him.
Sarah, smiled and hurriedly pulled her coat on, grabbed her bag, then picked up K-9, heading out the door, locking it behind her. “Whoof! K-9! I do believe you’ve put on a bit of weight…no more kibble for you!” Sarah said, with a chuckle.
“The suitcase is designed with gravity pods of my own design Mistress Sarah, in order to allow your human frame to transport my robotic body inconspicuously, more lightly and efficiently without strain to your body. Any complaint of excess weight must be a result of the progressive advancement of arthritis directly resulting of increasing age.”, K-9 calmly replied.
Sarah stopped in the driveway, with a start. “Are you calling me bloody OLD??!??!” She dropped the case with K-9 on the ground and heard a robotic *SQUAKKK!* emanating from inside. “Hummpf. Serves you right, you little prat." Sarah said, as she picked him back up and headed to the car.
“My most humble apologies…Mistress?” K-9 meekly replied.
“Well, don’t try buttering me up now…I’m too senile apparently to recall.” Said Sarah as she put K-9 along with her baggage in the trunk of her car and sealed the lid. This was going to be one LONG trip, she mused.
K-9 & Company: Masques (Part 1)
Sarah Jane Smith tried to straighten out her back muscles as she packed her suitcases up hurriedly. It was 3:37 in the morning and she had only gotten the call from Harold, her Planet 3 producer 15 minutes earlier. Harold was never a man for protracted conversation. He simply said, “SJ…get dressed, get to the airport, there’s a ticket on the company jet to North Korea waiting for you, and details on your assignment are being downloaded to your PDA. Your usual transportation arrangements for baggage have been approved.”
And that was about the length of it. North Korea? Well, she’d been in less hospitable places…Skaro came to mind…still, she had no idea what she was in for, particularly given the sensitive political climate of the region these days. The whole world seemed to be in upheaval more & more these days…and given that she’d seen other worlds at their worst and the consequences of that, she held out hope that this one could find its way back before things got too bad.
Sarah sighed audibly. It was too early in the morning to be this philosophical. Or was it too late in the evening? Ughhhhh…I don’t even know right now, I’m so tired…, Sarah thought to herself. Sarah finished packing up her bag and zipped the long zipper, sealing the contents inside, smoothing everything out, so as not to be wrinkled…must look firmly pressed for the cameras, she thought. She then slung it over her shoulder and walked out into the parlor of her South Croydon home. She then called out into the house, “K-9, are you about ready?”
From down the hallway, a small robotic creature…in the shape of an odd looking dog, with a box-like body with treads and rollers to move itself about and a canine looking head, complete with a plaid dog collar and a silver tag labeled K-9, rolled out into the living room. It spoke in a robotic, dulcet tone. “I am prepared to depart at your convenience, Mistress.” K-9 then rolled himself into a small briefcase with a side panel that was exposed like a ramp. After he entered, it sealed up behind him.
Sarah, smiled and hurriedly pulled her coat on, grabbed her bag, then picked up K-9, heading out the door, locking it behind her. “Whoof! K-9! I do believe you’ve put on a bit of weight…no more kibble for you!” Sarah said, with a chuckle.
“The suitcase is designed with gravity pods of my own design Mistress Sarah, in order to allow your human frame to transport my robotic body inconspicuously, more lightly and efficiently without strain to your body. Any complaint of excess weight must be a result of the progressive advancement of arthritis directly resulting of increasing age.”, K-9 calmly replied.
Sarah stopped in the driveway, with a start. “Are you calling me bloody OLD??!??!” She dropped the case with K-9 on the ground and heard a robotic *SQUAKKK!* emanating from inside. “Hummpf. Serves you right, you little prat." Sarah said, as she picked him back up and headed to the car.
“My most humble apologies…Mistress?” K-9 meekly replied.
“Well, don’t try buttering me up now…I’m too senile apparently to recall.” Said Sarah as she put K-9 along with her baggage in the trunk of her car and sealed the lid. This was going to be one LONG trip, she mused.