text: find yourself in the arena. Castus and Olive are there, mid-battle with each other.
  
  "Oh look, it's tweedle-dum and tweedle-fucking idiot," Meliodas says. "Not even a laugh? Oh wait, you didn't grow up with nursery rhymes, you're from a Feral world. My bad."
  
  Castus swings his sword at her, while Olive swings her rifle-axe up at his head. He rolls out of the way, kicking Olive's foot away and sending her to her knee, before booting her in the head. She collapses down, before rolling out of the way to avoid a downward stab by Castus. She grabs Castus' sword handle and punches him. Castus falls backwards, before taking up a fighting stance. Olive begins circling him, her gun-axe at the ready. She spots you, smiling.
  
  "Karth's here," she says.
  
  "Bullshit," Castus says, readying his sword.
  
  "Karth, tell him you're here," Olive says.
  
  "Yeah, I'm here," you say. 
  
  Castus turns to look at you, but Olive charges, swinging her gun-axe. She knocks the feet away from Castus, dropping his knee down on Castus stomach. Castus grunts before Olive grabs her gun-axe and holds it to Castus throat.
  
  "Dead," she says.
  
  "No fair, we were supposed to stop when Karth got here," Castus says.
  
  "You're still dead," Olive smiles, standing up.
  
  Castus grabs Olive's wrist, pulling her forward so his sword pokes into her stomach.
  
  "Dead," he smiles.
  
  "Seriously?" Olive says, rolling her eyes. "Fine, I'm dead. Are we finished yet? The kid needs training."
  
  "Fine," Castus shrugs. "Let's start it."
  
  Castus draws a dagger from his belt, staring at it. The blade is a bright silver, with an odd pattern etched into it. It's handle is a bright, light blue, with a short, silver horn coming from the end of the handle.
  
  "Now, this is an absolute beauty. I really don't use it enough, so it's yours. Xenos-origin, so even owning it is heresy. The blade is razor sharp, it could cut through flesh and bone easier than it could through air. Here."
  
  Castus turns, tossing the dagger straight at your head.
  > duck
  You duck your head, the knife flying just over your head and cluttering to the floor behind you.
  
  "Good catch," Castus says.
  
  You grab the knife, taking a practice stab.
  
  "What do you think?"
  
  "It's a knife," you say simply.
  
  "Yeah, it is. Do you like it? Does it feel good?" Castus says.
  
  "I don't know anything about knives. Maybe," you say.
  
  "Alright, first, we need to talk. Is anyone watching us? Like, are there cameras?"
  
  "No. Well yes, but they're offline," Olive says, resting her head on the butt of her axe-gun. "What is it?"
  
  "A plan is being formed. We're going to escape."
  
  "Escape?" Olive says, musing. "Who's on our side?"
  
  "We have a large amount of people on our side. Elios, Elizabeth and Durge are bringing the weight of their war-bands, as well as most, if not all, of the Guardsmen here. Then there's the Goliaths and the Tribals, both of whom are with us."
  
  "What...?"
  
  "Because I've done this twice before, I best say. We have no plans yet. They're to be decided. We have literally nothing. We just need to check whether you'll join us. Then, we'll get the leaders together to plan our to take over, and what to do with once we've actually done so."
  
  "Huh. Well, I'm in," Castus says.
  
  "What?" Olive asks, surprised.
  
  "Yeah, I'm in," Castus says.
  
  "We don't know the plan, we don't have any assurances that we won't be back-stabbed as soon as we take over, we..."
  
  "Olive, let's be smart here. If we don't rebel, we'll definitely either be killed fighting Kyros' war, killed trying to put down these fuckers' mutiny, or killed fighting another arena battle for these bastard's amusement."
  
  "If we rebel, we'll almost certainly be killed!"
  
  "Almost certainly is way better than definitely. Plus, we'll get to kill a few of Kyros' bastards before we go down."
  
  "Fine, I'm in, but I... we have a few demands," Olive says.
  
  "Go on," you say.
  
  You know the gladiators will be essential to your plans, so you really need to get them, but still, you don't want to devote to many resources to this issue. 
  
  "I want instant freedom once we take-over. No more being locked up under the arena. I want my men to have free reign to travel around the ship. I want pay, do the men and women who fight and work for the ship actually get something from it. I want an increase in food rations, and better equipment than the shit we're given. I want actual medical care, on top of this."
  
  "That it?" you ask, annoyed with her large demands.
  
  It'll probably take a serious amount of resources to fulfill her request. You have a few options here.
  
  "What a fucking greedy bitch. This fucker needs a dick, I tell you that," Meliodas complains.
  > agree to her demands
  "Done," you say.
  
  Olive extends a hand, which you grip and shake extensively. Castus extends his hand, which you grab, but he twists your arm around, causing you to yelp painfully. He kicks away your foot and sends you to your knee, before bringing his sword up to your throat.
  
  "Dead," he says with a smile.
  
  "Well shit, Castus, what's wrong with you?"
  
  "What? I was just preparing him for fighting. I thought we were supposed to be training him. First lesson, kid: trust no one. Now, get up."
  
  Olive offers you a hand, smiling.
  > allow her to help you up
  You grab Olive's hand, and she pulls you to your feet.
  
  "Ah, good job," Castus says. "Second rule: the first rule is bullshit. You know who doesn't trust anyone? Bastards like Kyros who ends up with no loyal friends, no allies, nothing, and then end up alone, with no one. If you want to survive in this world, you need allies."
  
  Castus grabs his sword by the blade, offering it to you. You reach out to grab it, before he swings it and smacks you in the side of the heat, sending you to the ground. Castus offers his hand to you, which you accept. He pulls you up, before kneeing you in the stomach and tossing you to the ground.
  
  "Come on, you're not learning. First rule: trust no one. Don't you listen?"
  
  "I was going my the second rule," you say, groaning.
  
  "Sometimes, the first rule is more important than the second rule," Castus shrugs.
  
  "How the fuck am I supposed to tell the difference between which rule to us?" you ask, annoyed.
  
  "Beats me. When you find out, you'll be the most powerful warlord in history. Until  then, you just go off gut feeling and intellect."
  
  "Seems like a shitty system," you say, as Castus finally lets you stand up.
  
  "Seems like a shitty world you're in. That system is the best I have to offer. Now, rule three: in hand to hand combat, go for the weak spots. The throat, eyes and balls are always good, but when it comes to half these fucks, I'd stick to the eyes, because past that, I don't know what you have left. Observe."
  
  Castus flips his sword so he holds the blade again, wrapping his sleeve around the blade so it doesn't bite into his fingers as much. He steps forward, swinging his sword with insane speed. The pommel slams into your throat before jabbing you in the eyes, leaving you to stumble backwards. You quickly close your legs together before Castus jabs the pommel into your groin, and you collapse backwards with a pained yelp.
  
  "See? Effective," Castus smiles. "Rule four: you can win through many ways. Pain submission, incapacitating them, or simply taking their lives. Judge which can be used to take down your enemies. For instance, in your case, pain is the way forward."
  
  You're growing tired of being hit in the face. As Castus steps forward with his sword raised, you decide you're going to do something to dissuade him from continuing to hit you. 
  > freeze Castus' sword in place
  You use your telekinesis to hold the sword in mid air, Castus grunts in confusion as he finds his weapon stuck in the air as it was concrete.
  
  "I don't need to learn how to wield a sword, Castus. You've trained all your life with a sword. I never have. Yet look how simply I disarm you? I need a sword as much as you need fangs. I've evolved past the need for it," you say, before sending the sword clattering to the ground.
  
  "Fair point, kid," Castus says, as you have his sword levitate back up to him. "I suppose you're good to go. End of training."
  
  "Terrific," you say. "So, can I leave?"
  
  "Yeah, I'll call your guards here to open the gates and take you off," Castus says, grabbing a walkie-talkie hanging from his belt and speaking into it.
  
  "Yeah, we're finished here," he says. "Oh shit, over."
  
  "Affirmative, out," the voice comes back. 
  
  Soon, the gate lifts up as your guards saunter out in their thick power armor. 
  
  "Where to next, boys?" you ask.
  
  "Shut it, psyker," one growls, looking at Castus and Olive. "Is it back to the cells for you two?"
  
  "We're happy to practice some more here," Olive says, twirling her gun-axe to stop a surprise attack from Castus. "I mean, if this dumb bastard has done so little practice to think that would take me down, he's go to need a lot more practice."
  
  "Pffh, I'd like to see you take me down," Castus says.
  
  "So be it," your captor growls. "Move it, psyker."
  
  You raise your hands defensively, and allow them to escort you back to your room.
  > Three Days Later...
  There's no peep from Elios, Durge or Elizabeth over the next few days. There's more of the usual, training, fighting and such. Eventually though, as you put your head down on the pillow, you hear a familiar voice.
  
  "Karth, talking to you with that collar on is painfully hard. Can you start checking the shadows so I don't have to do this?" Meliodas says.
  
  You twist around in bed, to spot a familiar figure in the corner, wearing tight, very revealing black leather with heavy make-up.
  
  "Why do we have a habit of meeting like this?" Elios says.
  
  "Fuck," you say, jumping up in bed.
  
  "Is that an order? Because I'm more than willing to... serve," he says, licking his lips. 
  
  "Why are you here?"
  
  "We're meeting up. We have plans to make. Shall we go?" Elios smiles.
  
  "Uh... sure," you reply.
  
  Elios strides over to the door, knocking on it. The guards open, and Elios once again deceives them so they easily step aside.
  
  "How do you do that?" you ask, as you stroll past your guards.
  
  "Serving Slaanesh has it's benefits. Charisma, beauty, the ability to bend people to your desires, and an ever-lasting... stamina," he says, breathing the last word.
  
  "Ah, good to know," you say.
  
  You stroll through the hallways, heading down a path you've never headed down before. Eventually, you find yourself in a seemingly abandoned section, entering a large room that's been done up like a war-room.
  
  "This is the old war-room. Kyros had a new one built in a position safer from boarding actions. From here, we run the mutiny."
  
  You look around the room, taking note of who's here. Durge sits in a large wooden chair, pricking boils along his belly with his spike-arms. Elizabeth sits in the corner, reading a datapad. A young man, seemingly in his twenties, leans against a wall, smoking and scratching his thick stubble, with a shaved head, scarred face and sallow skin. Cain is scratching the scarred cuts that run along his leathery bare chest. Castus is playing with a knife, while Olive leans against the wall, drinking from a canteen. Fay leans against the wall, noticing you instantly.
  
  "Hey, Karth," she smiles, walking up to you. "How'd Elios get you out of your cell?"
  
  "Did some deceiving trick on the guards. You?"
  
  "Elizabeth put the guard's to sleep somehow," Fay replies.
  
  "Alright, boys. We're all here. Shall we begin?"
  
  "Yes, let's go through this," Durge says.
  
  Durge stands, scratching the side of his stomach as you see something furry scuttling through his intestines. You try not to get sick, or to simply set the entire monstrosity known as Durge aflame to cauterize his disgusting form, before reassuring yourself that he's on your side.
  
  "Sssh, sssh," Durge says, patting the side of his stomach, before grabbing a remote from the large metal table and turning on a large blue hologram of the ship, the Roar of the Vortex. "Here she is. We need to start planning how to grasp control of the ship. Remember, this isn't a planet. We don't win by capturing more territory than the enemy has. We need to capture the necessary areas."
  
  The hologram begins to change, as various sections become different colors.
  
  "These black sections are abandoned by crew. They're either unnecessary cargo space, unused dorms or functional sections whose functions are either redundant, have been taken over by other sections or are being fulfilled by whoever remains in these sections."
  
  "I thought they were abandoned," Fay says.
  
  "Abandoned by the crew, not abandoned by all. You must remember just how large this vessel is. Certain sections were crewed by slaves or mutants who, from lack of contact with crew members, have regressed to a feral state. Many of them now fulfill their roles, such as cleaning pipes or pumping air or working generators, because they consider it a religious ritual, necessary for their food, water and waste pipes to continue or just do it without knowing why."
  
  "Ah. How... terrifying to know that that's a reality," Fay says.
  
  "Their sacrifice is necessary," Durge shrugs. "Now, I shall continue. These brown sections are entirely ran by mutants. These mutants hold no loyalty to either side, and fulfill non-essential roles, or at least roles that aren't essential short-term. For the term's of this... mutiny, these spaces are as irrelevant as the abandoned areas. Now, we get onto the important things. These green sections are, or at least will definitely, be controlled by us. The Black Rat's floors, the Shrieking Harpies' floors, the One Eyed Crows' floors, the arena and arena catacombs, the cyro-sleep area, the medical bay, the Tribals' dormitories, and the 22nd Regiment's dormitories. The 22nd Regiment is, for the most part, under our command, although their are loyalists to Kyros, so it will take some time for them to sort out that issue in the mutiny. These red sections are the enemy's. Kyros' chambers, the Bloody Claw's floors, the Techpriests' sections, the floors used by the Undying Reapers, and the floors controlled by those who will almost certainly be loyal to Kyros, whether they be from assimilated war-bands or his original allies he had when first capturing this vessel."
  
  Suddenly, the hologram shifts again, as the sections become either black, grey, blue, green or gold.
  
  "These sections in black are irrelevant. Ignore them. These areas in grey are of little importance, but these are still a benefit to hold. The blue sections should be captured. The green sections are of more importance than the green sections, and should be prioritized. These gold sections, the command bridge, the engines and the macro-cannon decks, are completely necessary. We need these for victory. Now, Elizabeth shall go into details on the objectives, and Elios shall divide our forces."
  
  Elizabeth stands up, walking towards the hologram, as Durge collapses into his seat. 
  
  "Thank you, brother. Now, we have four main objectives. The first is to kill Kyros. If we're lucky, that should get much of his forces to surrender. Hopefully, Rebecca will as well," Elizabeth says.
  
  "She won't surrender," Elios says.
  
  "She might," Durge says hopefully.
  
  "I've know her the longest. She never gave up. When dad gave her the choice of apologizing for breaking the barn's windows in exchange for half as many lashes, she spat in his eye. As long as she has a limb left, she'll fight us. And I'm counting her head as a limb," Elios says.
  
  "Well... we can hope," Elizabeth says. "The second objective is to capture the golden sections. The third and fourth objectives are to capture as many servitors as possible and Drake Amadeus, respectively."
  
  "Who the fuck is Drake Amadeus, and what's a servitor?" Castus asks loudly.
  
  "A servitor is a partly biological machine, made from machinery and the body of a criminal, slave or cloned body. They're not sentient, but are controlled by the Techpriests and used as their workforce. They do the bulk work of maintaining the ship. Capturing as many of them should make the transfer of power... easier. Drake Amadeus is an extremely powerful Navigator, a species of mutant who have a psychic third eye that allows it to see through the Warp and allow us to navigate through the Warp. Drake is one of the few Navigators powerful enough to allow a ship this large to navigate safely. If we don't secure him, we lose all abilities to go at the speed of light. In other words, we drift through space until we all starve to death. So, Drake is an important objective. Those are our four main objectives. If we fail in any of those, we fail in everything. There are dozens of other objectives, such as securing medical supplies, finding food, what have you. Those can be handed out to the individual groups. Elios?"
  
  Elios stands up, strolling over to the hologram as Elizabeth sits down.
  
  "Now, we have a sizeable force. The Shrieking Harpies, the Black Rats, the One-Eyed Crows, the 22nd Regiment, the Tribals, the Goliaths and the Gladiators. We even have a... special asset," he says, looking at you. "Whilst each of these factions on their own are fairly effective, combined they're infinitely stronger. Here are lists of what forces you'll command, and which of the forces you were to command will be transferred to another leader."
  
  Various rolls of parchment and datapads, a strange mix of tech levels, is passed out. You raise an eyebrow as you realize you've not been given anything.
  
  "Why didn't I get something?" you ask.
  
  Elios smiles as you.
  
  "Putting you with a large force would be a waste of resources. Putting you with a small force would leave you wiping out too many enemies, unable to hold the ground you've already taken. So, we're going to use your as a specialty item. We're sending you to capture the prisoners. Release the ones you deem trustworthy, and secure them. Most importantly, secure Drake Amadeus. Understood?"
  
  "Yeah, got it," you say. 
  
  "Once you have, we'll regroup forces, and make a move to finish off Kyros and his lieutenants."
  
  "Got it," you say. 
  
  "When?" Cain asks in his monstrous voice.
  
  "Soon. Within the next few days. We need time to spread the orders, make preparations and Elizabeth needs time to find a way to deactivate the various collars and explosives planted on the slaves. Be ready at all moments," Durge says.
  
  "How do we know when to strike?" Olive asks.
  
  "We're going to have explosives planted to take out as many loyalists as possible. When you hear massive explosives, or if you're too far away when the alarms start, your collars should deactivate given that I succeed, which I will, and then strike and go immediately to your objective. Understood?" Elizabeth says.
  
  "Got it," Olive nods.
  
  Elios begins passing out files.
  
  "Look over these, then leave them to be burnt," Elios says.
  
  You're passed a file, and eagerly grab it.
  > look at the files
  You look at the files and see three subheadings: Drake Amadeus, the Penthouse, Charles Antonguella and the Troupe of Dancing Blades. The files seem to be a mixture of printed out and hand-written, leading you to assume they're from different sources.
  > read File: Drake Amadeus
  Name: Drake Amadeus
  
  Species: Human, Sub-species Navigator
  
  Age: 27
  
  Marital Status: Unmarried
  
  Children: None
  
  House of Origin: House Jenassis
  
  Current Location: The Penthouse, Roar of the Vortex
  
  Blood Type: A Positive
  
  Additional Mutations: None
  
  Mental Illnesses: Sociopath, Sadist, Narcissist, 
  
  Alliances: None
  
  Dependents: None
  
  Useful Intel: -Drake has so far proven to have no loyalty, betraying all of his previous employers. Do not trust him.
  
  -Drake has refused to pledge to any of the Dark Gods, or even to Chaos Undivided
  
  -Drake has proven to have many hedonistic tendencies, such as whore-mongering, heavy drug use and similar activities.
  
  -Drake is reasonable sufficient with firearms and melee weapons. It is necessary to keep him away from all weapons.