[SO2] [fic] Last Scoop (Chisato, E)

[wallwalker]

Got to get these archived before dinner:

Title: Last Scoop
Fandom: Star Ocean 2
Character: Chisato
Rating: SFW
WC: 500

Chisato has a job to do. Written for fic_promptly.

It was only appropriate that Chisato’s last scoop was her biggest challenge, journalistic and otherwise. It was a good thing she’d never backed down from a challenge.

Keeping up with the others was tough while she was trying to make notes, but she handled it. She saved records of everything that happened around them on her recording unit, dictating as best she could when they stopped to rest for the night, jotting down notes when something happened that she was afraid that she would forget. Then she would write up a quick article or two and send them off to her editor when she was able to find a decent ‘net connection. The old man would probably have yelled at her for sending him unpolished work, under other circumstances, but he’d probably forgive her for being brief this time.

It wasn’t as if she wanted to submit sloppy work! She had always taken pride in her writing, ever since she’d impressed everyone with her essays as a teenager. But she was also trying to keep up with them through a lot of danger, and she did not always have the time or the strength to put a polish on her work the way that she wanted. If she hadn’t been keeping up with her training at the dojo, she wouldn’t be able to keep up at all!

The newspaper was still making print copies; she snagged them and kept them in her faithful little messenger bag, carrying them with her everywhere she went. When all of this was over, she’d give all of them to one of the others, along with her faithful little recording device. She was keeping it charged every chance she got, and the battery was new; they’d have time to write everything down that she’d missed before it died completely, if they were careful. Claude would be the best choice; they probably had something similar on his planet. It was an old model, after all – nothing he wouldn’t be able to handle. They might even be able to figure out a way to charge it, and play back what had happened in her own words to the rest of the universe.

Sometimes, though, when they were resting, Chisato would go outside and just look at the world around her, and wonder why she was bothering. Soon, everything she’d ever known would be gone. Her mother, her work... probably even herself. She was Nedian too, after all. If it was time for Nede to stop existing, why should she believe that she was special, that she would survive?

Part of her wanted to run away, go back home and spend her last few days with her mother. She would have, if not for her work. She had to be there to keep documenting what was happening, and what was about to happen. People had to know what had happened. They had to know that Energy Nede had existed. And she had to tell them, no matter what.