tatooine_doofus | Secret Rebel Base [Galaxy far, far away]

The Rogues were scheduled to be leaving on their mission in a few hours, so Luke went trotting through the hallways looking for a certain golden protocol droid.

Yes, he was actually looking for Threepio. Don't tell Han.

It took a bit of time, but Luke finally located him just outside of a council chamber. "Mistress Leia told me to wait here, Master Luke," he flailed.

"I'm sure she did," Luke said, hiding a smile. "I have a favor to ask."

"Of course!" Threepio replied, tossing up his hands. "I am fluent in more than -- "

"I'm more interested in wedding protocol," Luke replied, cutting him off.

"Of course, Master Luke," Threepio burbled excitedly. "I have hundreds of different versions in my databanks. Would you and Mistress Jo be looking for an aquatic ceremony like the Mon Cal or in the nude like the --"

Luke's entire face had gone red. "Not for me!" he squeaked. "For my fa--friend. Back in Fandom. You don't happen to know how the Jedi used to conduct the ceremony, do you?"

Threepio shook his head. "I'm sorry, Master Luke. That information is no longer available."

"I kind of figured," Luke said, running his hand through his hair and then checking his chrono. It was almost time to go. "Could you give me a quick summary of the more common wedding ceremonies and have them on a datapad for me to take back with me?"

"What would you consider as common? By population? Number of weddings performed a year? Would you like me to factor in divorce statistics?"

Luke laughed. "Sure," he said. "I have to go. Just give me ten or fifteen to look over, okay? I'll see you when I get back."

He took off down the hall, heading for the hanger bay.

[OOC: Establishy and NFB, hurrah.]