*As soon Wavleef got notice about what was going on at Avalon Station, he doesnt hesitate for a minute, he packs some lugage and leaves with is slave to Avalon Station, this might mean earning a fortune.*

*Wabvleef confused and scared try to negotiate with the gentlemen*

"Gentlemen this must be a mistake, my person always rejected the war it was this stupid................"

*He doesnt finnish his sentence when he feels he is been taken from his office, beaming over to another destination*

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*Wabvleef sits satisfied in his office, when he heard the A.S.C. Revox was about to attack the uss evolution. He was already counting his earnings he will make of this war.*

"Hmmmmmmmm, I suppose youre silence means you agree with me. Then i will make preparations quickly. I happen to have contacts all over the universe with men who can provide me every weapon we need to get Starfleet on its knees.
Of course for a good price.

*Deep in his nasty brains Wabvleef already calculate what his gain will be. A sinister smile appears on his face*

*Pounds the table with his fist as well.*

I agree, we have done enough talking! It is time we do something before they try to get us to join them!

*Wabvlef stands up quickly, nocking over his chair.*

*Wabvleef turns his face repulsioned towards the High Queen and quicly returns to his seat*

"This stupid Traquel, he will spoil all my plans I have to get rid off him"*thinks Wabvleef*

"Ofcourse Queen you are absolutly right,*giving her his best smile* maybe i just got a little carried away by Mentora, i didnt mean to go to war, as in fighting them. I meant going to war as in showing our strenght. Fighting, o no that never, i have a family myself i wouldnt think about what could happen to them if i lost them in a war. But High Queen you must agree with me that they wouldnt answer our questions if we dont show them our potention.
And secondly my Queen you have to admit, they are up to something, this disappearence of Mr. Spock isnt just a coincidence i bet it have something to do with them preparing some kind of attack so i still offer you to let me handle the weapon transactions.
Just to show off ofcourse

*Wabvleef clears his throat.*

If we are to capture the ship, I wish to clame 1/9 of everything.  Including the people on that ship.  I could use a few free labor workers, and some dancing girls too.

*He rubs his hands together thinking of the kind of profit he could gain from selling one of those Starfleet women that he has heard so much about.*

*Wabvleef pounds the table with a fist.*

I say we take their weapons and warp technology away from them and sell them the catapult technology!  Even if we need to go to war to do so!

*Wabvleef is escorted in to the chamber, he takes his seat between Avelox and Mentora.  As he sits down he pushes Avelox' feet off the table.*

"Hummm.  Starfleet, is that the one group from the Alpha Quadrent that is similar to us and our Alliance?  Too bad I can't see them.  I'd offer them a deal they couldn't refuse or afford to pass up."

*He does not appear to be concerned about a distress call that is supposedly of Dralian origins.*

"My queen I wish to make it clear that I am a merchant first and formost, even though I serve in the capacity of a representative.  I mearly wish to purchase any parts that are permanently removed from the droid.  In particular I would like to get a new set of eyes,  it would be nice to see once again."

"I think that is a good idea, both of them.  I like to say it is better to have two employees set on the same task.  It ensures that you get the better profit or in this instance highest interest."

*Hearing the reason for the summons finally, Wabvleef speaks up.*

"So that is why we are all here then.  To decide on the fate of one HK47.  Sounds like the name of a droid."

*Tuns his head as if listening to something.*

"Say, if he is to be dismanteled can I purchase his eyes.  I could really use a good pair to see with."

*Chuckles slyly to himself.*

"Mentora, if dismantelment is the droids fate, I am willing to take the parts you would have no use for.  They would be nice items to trade, and would bring a high selling price too."

*Smacks his lips at the delights that could be aquired with such technology.*

*An old man slowly walks in after Avelox.  His head is bowed, and is being escorted to a seat by a mute attendant.*

"Who is here? And why was my luxury time interupted?  You all know that I am old and have earned the right to roll in my own welth!  It had better be a good reason for the summons.  I had no choice but to travel in the worst unkept merchants vessel to get here.  Blasted merchant Quarval, her merchant's licence should be revoked.... But she does bring the Dralians much welth and prosperity in her....  dealings."

*Lifting up his head, he 'looks' around the room.  Where his eyes should be are dark black holes.*