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OOC: Open to Jedi only. PVP and death disabled, sue me.
GE3-D1 frantically bustled about in the main kitchen of the Jedi temple on Jedah. The precocious droid had been tasked with over seeing the preparation of massive gathering of the Jedi. He'd been given this esteemed honor by the Grand Master himself. While the droid was absolutely ecstatic to under take the task, he was beginning to wonder if his servos would survive the ordeal...
"Where's the Blue milk!? I ordered twelve cases of the accursed dairy product, why don't I see any of it!" The droid exclaimed in his prissy tenor of a voice.
A human chef named Durant gave the droid an annoyed glare and gestured toward the walk in fridge remarking, "If I had to guess, I'd say it was in the walk in Deeone..." the droid tilted his head birdlike at the chef and then shuffled over to the fridge. Sure enough the cases were plainly visible.
If he could feel frustration he would have, of course it was in there. Where else would it be? Turning back to the chef he said, "Thank you for the assistance Chef, how goes dinner?"
The seasoned chef smiled at the over worked droid and said, "We're right on schedule. Why don't you go check on the venue?"
The Chef smiled finding a strange humor in the stress being exhibited by the droid. He knew the GE3 model protocol droid was state of the art, but this one seemed to be taking every detail as if it were it's life mission to accomplish. The droid took his advice as it bowed curtly and then whirled around and shuffled out the kitchen.
Deeone made his way toward the amphitheater, where he ran into the decorator, Dalia. The droid's inscrutable gaze examined every detail of the sprawling space. Before him bouquets of beautiful flowers adorned tables stretching across the entire perimeter of the amphitheater. In the center was a dance floor and stage. The droids research told him that sentient beings across the galaxy loved to "cut a rug" this metaphor had been lost on him but with Dalia's help he came to understand that it was referring to dancing.
Ceeone's internal processor ran through the list of jobs required to complete his current objective. With a final look he gave a curt nod and then bustled off to inform the Grand Master that everything was ready.
GE3-D1 frantically bustled about in the main kitchen of the Jedi temple on Jedah. The precocious droid had been tasked with over seeing the preparation of massive gathering of the Jedi. He'd been given this esteemed honor by the Grand Master himself. While the droid was absolutely ecstatic to under take the task, he was beginning to wonder if his servos would survive the ordeal...
"Where's the Blue milk!? I ordered twelve cases of the accursed dairy product, why don't I see any of it!" The droid exclaimed in his prissy tenor of a voice.
A human chef named Durant gave the droid an annoyed glare and gestured toward the walk in fridge remarking, "If I had to guess, I'd say it was in the walk in Deeone..." the droid tilted his head birdlike at the chef and then shuffled over to the fridge. Sure enough the cases were plainly visible.
If he could feel frustration he would have, of course it was in there. Where else would it be? Turning back to the chef he said, "Thank you for the assistance Chef, how goes dinner?"
The seasoned chef smiled at the over worked droid and said, "We're right on schedule. Why don't you go check on the venue?"
The Chef smiled finding a strange humor in the stress being exhibited by the droid. He knew the GE3 model protocol droid was state of the art, but this one seemed to be taking every detail as if it were it's life mission to accomplish. The droid took his advice as it bowed curtly and then whirled around and shuffled out the kitchen.
Deeone made his way toward the amphitheater, where he ran into the decorator, Dalia. The droid's inscrutable gaze examined every detail of the sprawling space. Before him bouquets of beautiful flowers adorned tables stretching across the entire perimeter of the amphitheater. In the center was a dance floor and stage. The droids research told him that sentient beings across the galaxy loved to "cut a rug" this metaphor had been lost on him but with Dalia's help he came to understand that it was referring to dancing.
Ceeone's internal processor ran through the list of jobs required to complete his current objective. With a final look he gave a curt nod and then bustled off to inform the Grand Master that everything was ready.