The Ood silently stood, watching his master fiddle and count with a number of tiny credit chips. The year ‘Twas 4114. Away from the Ood sphere, he was kept waiting to be sold off at some dingy price for the nearest buyer. A simple ‘for sale’ sign, stuck to his chest. He was much smaller, clearly only an adolescent Ood and was in terrible condition, his globe was dirty and he looked tired.

He had been waiting to get sold for nearly two months now, rather then getting let back to his colony.