They all moved slowly through what presented as the main gallery. Here they were permitted to mingle, and entertain themselves during off work hours. Gavik stared at the floor in silence. "Captain Gavik?" A gruff older Klingon asked as he stepped close, his voice lowered in hushed tones. "Who are you that you dare approach me?" Gavik growled angrily, his voice low and deep. "I am Luthor, of house Mahtok. My brother served under your command." Gavik glanced up slowly, recognizing the house name. "Yes. I recall," He nodded slowly. "Rahgoth. A fine warrior." He hesitated for a moment, then shifted to face the older man. "And what honor do i owe the brother of my comrade?" "I have a confidence with one of the Guards." He grinned slightly. "I occasionally slip him some rare gems i discover in the mines." "A handy endeavor." Gavik acknowledged with a tilt of his head. "I have learned there is an arbiter enroute." "An Arbiter?" Now his curiosity peaked. "To discuss your release." Luthor smiled broadly. "And a small crew of your choosing." "Interesting." Gavik rubbed the stump of his missing arm. "An opportunity to avenge myself may on the rise." He glance back suddenly at Luthor. "And on my crew you shall be then. See what else you can learn of this happening." "I shall place a word." Luthor nodded curtly. "By morning, I should have more details for you." Gavik smiled broadly. Her turned slowly, then looked over the gathered prisoners within the gallery. Some he had served with, others he had heard of. A few he would serve with again, but how many was yet to be learned. "Soon, Brother." The word came out as more a curse than endearment. "Soon."