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
"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.