There were robots everywhere and Ora thought it was literally the coolest thing ever. There were battle droids (though they were stripped of their weapons) and protocol droids, scout droids, and even someone with an old 3P0-series model! The 3P0 model was still a protocol droid, yes, but it was old and that's what made it so cool.
The entire building was bustling with people too, which was also pretty cool. There were people from all sorts of backgrounds here, from men and women in suits representing the interests of mega-corps, to university clubs showcasing their prized robotic creations, to vintage- and antique-droid collectors proudly displaying their collections.
And then there was Ora.
How she'd secured even a stall in the back corner was beyond her. It was a mixture of luck, being at the right place at the right time, and what she hoped was an actual appreciation for her creations. Orautomatons was an unknown brand. Even on her own level, it was the sort of thing people could find if they looked, but it wasn't just out there. Not yet, at least. Ora was convinced there was a market for what she was selling. After all, making droids that look like animals was totally an untouched market in her opinion.
The pink-skinned Nautolan had set up with stall with her company name plastered across the front of the stand, along with pictures of various robots she was working on, finished commissions, and even had the prototype model for her 0W1-series droid with her. Ora would admit the butterflies in her stomach were almost unbearable, but they were equally matched by her excitement at just being there.
"So this is a prototype droid for one of the oranimal droid lines we're working on..."
The Nautolan could be found eagerly explaining how the droid worked to someone's kid who'd wandered over - the only other person at her stall for the moment.
tag: @The Good Doctor
The entire building was bustling with people too, which was also pretty cool. There were people from all sorts of backgrounds here, from men and women in suits representing the interests of mega-corps, to university clubs showcasing their prized robotic creations, to vintage- and antique-droid collectors proudly displaying their collections.
And then there was Ora.
How she'd secured even a stall in the back corner was beyond her. It was a mixture of luck, being at the right place at the right time, and what she hoped was an actual appreciation for her creations. Orautomatons was an unknown brand. Even on her own level, it was the sort of thing people could find if they looked, but it wasn't just out there. Not yet, at least. Ora was convinced there was a market for what she was selling. After all, making droids that look like animals was totally an untouched market in her opinion.
The pink-skinned Nautolan had set up with stall with her company name plastered across the front of the stand, along with pictures of various robots she was working on, finished commissions, and even had the prototype model for her 0W1-series droid with her. Ora would admit the butterflies in her stomach were almost unbearable, but they were equally matched by her excitement at just being there.
"So this is a prototype droid for one of the oranimal droid lines we're working on..."
The Nautolan could be found eagerly explaining how the droid worked to someone's kid who'd wandered over - the only other person at her stall for the moment.
tag: @The Good Doctor