A/N: sort of just starting this chapter where the last one left off.

"Yeah well I Klink aint all its cracked up to be." He said under his breath. Rigs didn't seem to take offence, though; he just shook his tiny blue head as if humoring a small child.

"This would be a wise purchase John." Harvey reluctantly agreed with the small creature still perched happily on Johns shoulder. There was nothing he was going to hate more then agreeing with that thing, he could tell already.

"Do you know where the breeder is, I'd like to talk price." John asked the young Maintainer. She nodded and merely pointed to a large blob of a creature at a booth in a far corner. "Thanks."

"Ewe, a rellerite, not the most pleasant species in the UT." Harvey commented as they made their way through the crowd to the breeder's table.

"Yeah but he's got what we need, so right now he could be a living slug for all I care." And to John's eyes that's exactly what he looked like the closer that they got.

He didn't improve upon knowing him either, he's personality was as slug- like as his appearance, but he was a salesman through and through. After no small amount of haggling, and some pushing and shoving from other potential buyers, John finally bought the Garganth that went by the name Gren. It took even longer for him to get Wefrenrelener, the breeder, to agree to hold the beast until John came back with a proper shuttle pod.

Rigs gripped Johns ear to keep from being knocked from his perch as John made his way back out of the crowded breeder section. John was sure he defiantly now had more bruises then he had gone in there with. He dusted himself off and walked back to the feathered, bleating creature he now owned. Yeah he'd been right, it was bleating, making a sound not unlike that of a sheep. This was gunna be great.

He waved his arms a bit to regain the maintainers' attention.

"Yes?" she asked as she came around from the back of Gren.

"Hi, listen I just purchased Gren here, is there anything else I need to know to purchase while I'm getting his food and stuff?" he may as well know now if the creature had any special needs.

"No Master, most of his things are already provided, he only needs food and a place to live." She said with a slight bow.

John wasn't sure he liked this Master business. "What's your name?" he asked her. He figured he had a right to know seeing as how they would be together at least until he found Moya.

"Enar." She said it with a long e and a short a sound.

"Ok, Enar I need to go get a shuttle. Just stay here and I'll come back and pick you guys up."

She bowed in response to this as well.

Great, just great, he just hated the slave mentality. This is a situation Rigel would really enjoy; lording over others was what he did best. John had, until resent history, been more on the serving end of things. This leaders stuff, really not what it was cracked up to be.

"Your doing fine." Rigs assured him. John was sure he heard Harvey snort at that though. It was a tough crowd.