text: You fire a bolt of energy, but Kyros sidesteps it with unnatural speed. By now, all the various leaders are standing, their weapons raised.
  
  
  "How did you pass my sensors?" Primus asks.
  
  
  "Please," Kyros laughs. "Did you not think my powers are strong enough to do so?"
  
  
  "How the fuck are you even alive, Kyros?" you ask.
  
  
  "Kyros? Ha! Kyros was a petty fool. Don't you recognize me, Karth?"
  
  
  You shake your head, still ready to engulf him in flames.
  
  
  "No? You don't remember my little voice in the back of your mind? I am Meliodas," Kyros says, taking a bow.
  
  
  "What?" you ask.
  
  
  "Oh, it was simple. I've wanted to take a form in this world for some time. I helped you, paying close attention, seeing potential, and assisted you as best I could. Fortunately, as you fought Kyros, I saw his mental defenses weaken during the fight between you and him. As he lay dying, the mutants at his throat, he was broken. I easily possessed his form, devoured his soul, and killed those stupid mutants with my daemonic powers."
  
  
  "You're a daemon?" Elios asks.
  
  
  "Damn right," Kyros, or Meliodas, says.
  
  
  You take some time to explain who Meliodas is to your other lieutenants, but soon they understand. After some extensive questioning and psychic testing to ensure that this is in fact Meliodas, he takes a seat at the table.
  
  
  "What are you doing?" you ask.
  
  
  "Well, I helped advise Karth. I'm one of his best advisors. Surely I deserve a place here?" Meliodas says.
  
  
  "I suppose," you say.
  
  
  "Give him a seat. Us Chaos followers could use an extra vote for our side," Durge says. "Now, can we continue?"
  
  
  "Don't hold off on my account," Meliodas grins.
  
  
  "Alright, let's be realistic, shall we?" Elios says. "We're Chaos. We worship the Dark Gods, corrupt, parlay with demons, all that shit. We're not changing. We also know that we've lost a shit-ton more men because of little sis' rage against us, so if this comes down to a civil war, we're all dead and you win."
  
  
  "Go on," you say.
  
  
  "So, we have two options. Option One: You keep control of the ship," Durge says. "We'll serve under you as long as we see fit, but we most likely don't leave, and we decide our path forward as a group."
  
  
  "Option two: you abandon the ship to us," Durge says. "We find you a world of your choosing, a little paradise world far from the reaches of the Imperium or any other enemies. It'll be our gift to you. You can pick out the world, we'll transport any who want to go there to it as well as all you'll need to survive and build a large, happy community. You'll be able to peacefully retire and live out the rest of your lives, never worrying about this ship or the battles it will fight."
  
  
  "One moment," you say, pulling your lieutenants together. "So... What do we think?" 
  
  
  "Eh," Cain grunts.
  
  
  "We're not going to abandon this ship, are we?" Olive asks.
  
  
  "This is a massive war machine. We should stay.
  
  
  "I'm not adverse to settling down," Fay says. "But we could take the ship anyway. With control of the ship, we could carve ourselves a little empire. Nothing on the level of Kyros' aspirations, but hey, better than our ancestors could ever have dreamed of."
  > You ask your lieutenants
  "So... What do we think?" you say, pulling your lieutenants together.
  
  
  "I abstain from the vote," Cain shrugs.
  
  
  "Unhelpful," you note.
  
  
  "We could take the ship, live the life I raiders, going from place to place, taking what we want," Castus says.
  
  
  "Raiders?" Olive says. "The path forward is mercenary work. Similar to Castus plan, except we get paid a lot more, and we'll end up with powerful allies unlike if we were raiders being hunted by everyone."
  
  
  "I'm not adverse to settling down," Fay says. "But we could take the ship anyway. With control of the ship, we could carve ourselves a little empire. Nothing on the level of Kyros, but hey, better than our ancestors could ever have dreamed of."