“`GM: It is the dawn of the first day for the Arx Mifflin Chip Company.
The sun has risen over the small city of Scranton, on the planet Arx. The time is nearly 0800 hours, the beginning of our day. Galactic Manager Soccora is in her office, while the self-proclaimed Assistant to the Galactic Manager Teebu Nyrrire, resident Ewok and bane of the janitorial staff due to his shedding, is already at his desk going through the company files to look for the first sucke…I mean, customers…to sell chips to, having arrived an hour earlier.
At this point, Soccora is patiently waiting in her office watching as others begin arriving to hold her first ever meeting. Given the ragtag nature of the recruits hired by Evant and Bubba, will this be an ordinary task or is this some kind of comedy special meant for the laughs of the Council? Only they will know.
Sim Begin.”`
The brand spanking new manager, a Human woman clad in business suit at the new office swung the door open with excitement- or not, the door disappointingly shot upwards into the ceiling. Socorra looked at the receptionist with a ruby pout and pointed to where the door went.
“We’ll uh, just pretend. Yeah.” She tapped the counter with her hand as nabbed more than half the candies in the jar in a single grab.
“Hello everyone!” she shouted and smiled at the crew gathered at their desjs, with a little curtsy and faux laugh. “Ha ha! Welcome to Mufflin. Mifflin! Is it Mifflin?” She looked around for a company sign somewhere, doubly difficult with only one eye, the other covered with a black heart-shaped patch.
“I am Socorra, your boss. This is my first day too, woohoo! I know you’re all excited to meet me, frankly I would be too, but goddamn calm yourselves, we’ll get there!”
She straighted her suit jacket. “Ahem. I brought something to break the ice and it comes highly recommended by the National Instablah blah..” she trailed off and brought out a fully inflated dodge ball. “You’re up, think fast!”
The ball went sailing through the air and smashed into someone huddled over their keyboard working. They smacked their face down into it with a groan.
“Ohh.. oof.. boss, he’s an old imperial war veteran, disabled,” the receptionist chided a little.
“Well then he should know better than to turn his back on the enemy! Now, who’s next! Hmm where’d the ball go.”
Teebu glanced up from his computer after taking the hit as the ball bounced on the floor next to him, looking behind himself at Soccora and then the others before looking back at his computer.
<cut away> The Ewok shook his head and chuckled a little as he crossed his arms, raising his left leg onto his right knee.
“Really? Galactic Manager and you can’t even get the company name right? At least she’s a good shot with a ball, but we’ll see later if she can dodge the wrench.”
He nods several times as a wrench is pulled out from behind him, tapping the end of it on his other hand.
<cut back>
Eevie sat in the back of the office, in one hand she had a datapad messaging one of her friends, the other hand was sitting on her desk as a small beauty droid did her nails. On her ear, a comlink was connected to a different friend.
“Yeah…yeah…yeah!…NO!…yeah…are you serious??? I can’t belive he kissed her when she was right over there!….No….no! I can definitely talk.”
On her datapad, that friend recounted the story of watching her boyfriend kissing another girl. She heard the new manager speaking and the sound of face hitting keys, but this was definitely more important than that.
Nejj slunk into the back—late as usual. His burnt orange skin and lavender hair making it difficult to blend into a crowd, yet attempt it he did.
<cut away>
“You know, it’s like the ancient Jedi always say,” Nejj intoned to the holocam, his eyes still groggy with fatigue. “A Jedi is never late nor is he early!”
The Zeltron nodded sagely with an unearned confidence before narrowing his eyes. “Or was that wizards?” he mused, glancing upward.
<Cut back>
He adjusted his suit, the current source of Nejj’s discomfort, and crouched down to blend in all while popping handfuls of almonds into his mouth.
Teebu stood from his seat and walked over to the nearby watercooler droid, which chirped excitedly as it dispensed a cup and then water out of a small nozzle that was between its eyes. He grabbed the cup and thanked the droid before looking at Soccora.
“Pleasure to meet you, boss. So what’s on your agenda for today, anything exciting?” he said, eagerly waiting for someone to pull a prank or something; keeping her just ever so distracted enough.
Nejj sauntered over to the hydration station all casual like. He whistled to himself while scanning the floor to make sure no one that had seen him recently was around. He then continued to do no work of actual value whilst awaiting the brewing of his tea.
A ding from the Elevator was the sole notification that V.T. had arrived. The Kel Dor made his way around the office, holding a small black binder, handing out marked envelopes to their designated owners. A task, mostly replaced with email, but some holdouts remained refusing to budge to digital media. Others may have included parcels that couldn’t be delivered via electric medium.
After being coopted to doing the mailman’s job, the Kel Dor shrugged his shoulders, tossed his binder down on his desk, and joined Nejj and Teebu at the Hydration Droid, taking a drink for himself he pulled the straw up to the induction port on his mask. Looking between the two of them as Teebu nattered away, he just nodded.
<cutaway>
“I don’t think anyone here actually does their job,” Nejj explained to the camera. “I mean, I certainly don’t…unless you call looking this good a job—which it’s not, perfectly natural, baby—and it’s working out so far.”
<cutback>
Nejj sipped from his cup of caf before immediately gagging at the taste. The Zeltron flailed spastically and coughed, sending brown liquid down his chin and out of the cup.
He quickly recovered and resumed his leaning, trying to play it off like nothing just happened.
Teebu smirked at Nejj gagging due to the special addition he had slipped into the cup. He extended his hand towards the Kel Dor, adding a quiet whisper. “I won. Pay up.”
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<cutaway>
“I came up with this all on my own,” the female Human grinned as she twirled in an office chair. “I’m totally going to be named employer of the year. I can see my name on Ferbes now, I’m so genius.”
<Cutback>
“Exciting? Oh you know, nothing too exciting in an off– OH MY GOD THE FLOOR IS LAVA!”
She faux panicked, screaming and running all around the desks, picking her legs up like they were sinking. “THE FLOOR IS LAVAAAA!”
Eventually Socorra came back to Teebu and tried to climb on top of the water droid, causing it to spew water everywhere as it teeter tottered.
“SAVE YOURSELVES!!”
“Um, boss..the floor really will be lava if you don’t start the orientation meeting like Evant asked.” Teebu meekly said as he held out the day one itinerary that had been crafted by the Grand Master himself.
The meeting itself, was due to begin in…two minutes in the conference room. “Shouldn’t we get started?”
<cutaway>
“Wait…a meeting? Like today? Like right now? But I have important things to talk to people about.”
Eevie let’s out a pouty whine as she rubs her temples.
“My life is like…so hard…Like you have noooo ideya.”
<cutback>
“Comeon,” she harshly whispered to Teebu. “You’re breaking my balls here.”
“You don’t have balls,” Nejj interjected, unhelpfully.
Teebu stared blankly at her. “You have balls of steel. I couldn’t break them if I tried. Now, Evant’s force grip on the other hand…”
He made a cupping motion with his hand, then quickly and tightly drew it into a fist.
It was after the comment by Nejj that a chuckle came out of Teebu’s mouth. “True, probably already crushed into prunes.”
The door to the stairway next to the elevator squeeked open, as an old tree in a dirty coverall wandered in, mutting to himself as he looked around, spotted the front desk and wandered there. After a short conversation, the reception droid pointed in the direction of the restrooms and went back to what it had been doing, in this case, reading a magazine.
<Cut away>
“[Incomprehensible grumbling]”
<Cut away to documentary staff meeting>
“I mean, we have an hour of footage on this guy and it’s not useable, he’s speaking in some sort of arcane dialect of basic that not even the droids can translate.” the lead camera supervisor complained.
“Not to worry, we had some budget left over and we’ll have a lipreader come in and transcribe exactly what he’s saying, then a professor of linguistics will translate it for us and we’ll just voice over the linguist over him.” the director explained.
<Cut away to lipreader>
“bleep bleep bleep … bleep.” the lipreader let loose a near endlessly creative flow of profanity as she did her very best to lipread a creature without actual lips as it grumbled.
<Cut away to linguist>
“I’m not comfortable reading this stuff out loud. I’ll write it down and you can say it yourself or subtitle it!” the linguist stated, having seen what the old Neti had been grumbling to himself.
<Cut back to Ood’s side interview>
“[Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep] transportation [bleeeeeeep] clogged the [bleeeeeeeeeeeeeep] so I’m now [bleeeeeeeeeep] forced to use your [bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep]. This wouldn’t have [bleeeeeeeeeeeeeep] happened back in the [bleeeeeeeeeeep] old days.” A young female voiceover seems to giddily read whatever it is the Neti was saying as the censors attempted to burn through the bleep button in their attempts to filter out the profanities.
A text block covers the screen stating the broadcaster denounces the language within and adding a bit of flavour commentary stating that due to recent downturns in the Hutt economy, alot of Gammorean guards have moved into “space"trucking and apparantly a big cargoship crewed by the gammoreans arrived and while being loaded the crew of 8 had thoroughly demolished the warehouse restrooms to such a degree they were now cordoned of as bioweapons.
<Cut back>
A while later, the old tree leaves the restroom and whistles back towards the staircase to head back to the warehouse. As the restroom door slowly swings shut, a horrible stench starts to spread until it is cut off by the door swinging shut.
V.T. huffed into his Anti-Ox mask and visibly rocked his shoulders, before shifting back on his heels and shuffling around in his pockets for a credit chip. Once he withdrew the chip he placed it in Teebu’s hand, shaking his head. Taking another sip of his drink as he looked at the mess on the floor.
When Socorra came running through the office screaming about the floor being Lava, V.T. just turned and placed his rear on the Hydration Droid, hopping up and coming to rest, while his eyes lazily gazed around, before locking on the camera.
<cutaway>
The Kel Dor stares into the camera and shrugs.
<cutback>
Teebu looked down at his wrist, to a small device on his arm that had the exact time on it. “Alright, it’s meeting time!”
He looked at Socorra and motioned to the conference room. “We should get this done before we officially open for the day and begin business. It’s a wonderful day to sell chips.”
<Cut Away>
“You know, when I was a wee Wok, someone once told me a good day consists of good thoughts, and a great day consists of great thoughts.” he said with a smile and a wide gesture with his arms. He then looked at the camera with a serious expression. “They also told me crazy days consist of crazy people. And I’m worried this might be crazy people.”
<Cut Back>
Before he made his own way into the conference room, he waddled back to his desk and got his glass of Whyren’s Reserve.