Rhan Komo
The Forgotten
Back to Zero. Rhan found that statement a bit humorous when put into context of his life always coming back around to start over again. His ungloved hands quickly grabbed the next box of vegetables from the HoverTruck. His hands tightly gripping unto his one of many, in his own mind, canvases.
Cooking was just another art form, much like painting requiring canvases, his ingredients acted as such for this art form. Martial Arts required dexterity and focus, as such his own skills would be tested to perform perfect recipes and execute timings. This new restaurant was neither intended for the over luxurious food, nor was it a place for the quick and ill prepared plates to be served as mediocre or pale imitations of that of true plates.
Rhan laid the box down inside the kitchen, his partner Rippana, Charles and Rebecca, they each were organizing the food and equipment. As per Rhan’s own, quite possibly obsession, of efficient placement and uniformity that was of which they were organizing the kitchen. Charles and Rebecca dressed well in their own black suits and bright red ties, their sibling bonds brought out the most interesting of matching clothing. While Rhan and Rippana shared similar dark clothing ,that appeared to be made for an assassin of sorts, but had an interesting chef and cook twist to the design and feel.
The kitchen represented Rhan’s inner workings to a near psychotic degree of cold and efficiency, it was utterly devoid of anything that symbolized character. His rather unusual lack of artistic creativity outside of cooking would had shown throughout the restaurant, but Rippana and Charles thanked him for allowing an actual decour specialist to design the dining area.
Which the dinning area held a bar and stools, tables and chairs, booths and as well as couches with their own tables to match. It was too appeal for almost any species out in the galaxy, as well as to allow a bit more freedom. Rhan allowed himself a small reprieve from the kitchen as he walked around the dining area, inspecting his temporary home. He gave a soft smile beneath his mask, walking towards the entrance of the building to have a look from the outside.
The name of the resturant "Zero" and a sign with the words ‘Opening Soon’ and a list of times open, a modest ten hours of the whole day every day as well as another sign ‘Hiring’. Rhan continued to walk to the side of the building, waving the Hover Truck driver, wondering if perhaps he could keep this restaurant for a much longer time than for what he had planned. Another delivery man approached Rhan with three boxes on a hover-sled, handing him a datapad to mark off.
“Planning on being some famous Chef or something?” He asked Rhan, offering the restaurant next to him a sideways glance.
“Simply attempting you can say,” Rhan replied as he gave the man back his datapad and walked inside with the boxes on the hover-sled. “I plan on entirely different things for myself,” Rhan added, as the delivery man was out of earshot.
Cooking was just another art form, much like painting requiring canvases, his ingredients acted as such for this art form. Martial Arts required dexterity and focus, as such his own skills would be tested to perform perfect recipes and execute timings. This new restaurant was neither intended for the over luxurious food, nor was it a place for the quick and ill prepared plates to be served as mediocre or pale imitations of that of true plates.
Rhan laid the box down inside the kitchen, his partner Rippana, Charles and Rebecca, they each were organizing the food and equipment. As per Rhan’s own, quite possibly obsession, of efficient placement and uniformity that was of which they were organizing the kitchen. Charles and Rebecca dressed well in their own black suits and bright red ties, their sibling bonds brought out the most interesting of matching clothing. While Rhan and Rippana shared similar dark clothing ,that appeared to be made for an assassin of sorts, but had an interesting chef and cook twist to the design and feel.
The kitchen represented Rhan’s inner workings to a near psychotic degree of cold and efficiency, it was utterly devoid of anything that symbolized character. His rather unusual lack of artistic creativity outside of cooking would had shown throughout the restaurant, but Rippana and Charles thanked him for allowing an actual decour specialist to design the dining area.
Which the dinning area held a bar and stools, tables and chairs, booths and as well as couches with their own tables to match. It was too appeal for almost any species out in the galaxy, as well as to allow a bit more freedom. Rhan allowed himself a small reprieve from the kitchen as he walked around the dining area, inspecting his temporary home. He gave a soft smile beneath his mask, walking towards the entrance of the building to have a look from the outside.
The name of the resturant "Zero" and a sign with the words ‘Opening Soon’ and a list of times open, a modest ten hours of the whole day every day as well as another sign ‘Hiring’. Rhan continued to walk to the side of the building, waving the Hover Truck driver, wondering if perhaps he could keep this restaurant for a much longer time than for what he had planned. Another delivery man approached Rhan with three boxes on a hover-sled, handing him a datapad to mark off.
“Planning on being some famous Chef or something?” He asked Rhan, offering the restaurant next to him a sideways glance.
“Simply attempting you can say,” Rhan replied as he gave the man back his datapad and walked inside with the boxes on the hover-sled. “I plan on entirely different things for myself,” Rhan added, as the delivery man was out of earshot.