text: "What?" Cain grunts. 
  > say "I've no more questions."
  "Alright," Cain sleeps. "What else?"
  
  "Nothing else is required," Magos Cern says. "Return to your pod."
  
  Cain nods, before walking back into his pod. The cyro-pod shuts, leaving Cain back to his cold, endless sleep.
  
  "We should continue," Magos Cern says. "I still have to show you the gladiator slaves who you'll take under you command and the Uwais Tribe. The Goliaths will act as your heavy shock troopers, the gladiator-slaves will act as scouts, skirmishers and fill in whatever spare roles you have, and the Uwais tribe will be your main unit. I'll take you to see them."
  
  You begin following Magos Cern out of the cyro-sleep area, and along the hallways. After ten minutes, you reach a large metal door, which opens to reveal a large room filled with bunk beds, with familiar bronze bodies lying in the beds. 
  
  "This is Dorm A. We have around sixty soldiers here," Magos Cern says.
  
  Fay walks into the room, and lets ou a shout.
  
  "Gentlemen! Your captain's back!"
  
  The tribals roll out of bed. You recognize a few of them, but strangely you recognize many as men from other various tribes."
  
  "Fay, you're back!" one says.
  
  "How did the fight go? It took far longer than expected," another adds.
  
  "Oh, shit! Is that Karth?" another asks.
  
  The attention immediately goes from Fay to you, as tribals begin appearing. They all appear far more muscular, many bearing fresh scars.
  
  "Karth! How are you even still alive?" someone asks incredulously.
  
  "It's the Uwais shaman!" another asks.
  
  "Karth, how are you? What have they been doing to you?"
  
  You watch as the tribals begin to surround the three of you, although Magos Cern makes sure they keep as least half a dozen feat away from her. 
  
  "Stay back. Karth is only here to see you, not talk to you," Magos Cern says, drawing a datapad and letting out an electro-shock that causes the group to let out a pained yelp before they back away.
  
  "Why are there so many men and women from other tribes? I thought it was the Uwais tribe who was kidnapped."
  
  "When we arrived on your planet, we needed to do a lot of work. We drained lakes for water, drilled into the planet's crust to get vast quantities of Promethium, wiped out native species for food. It takes a lot of effort to run a vessel this large, and to do it quickly and efficiently. While we did so, our soldiers went to work. They needed to fight, both to train and to simply shed blood for their own enjoyment. Prisoners were taken in vast quantities, and I used them as I used the Uwais tribe. Now, there's far more from other tribes than there are from Uwais tribe."
  
  "Hmmm... your home world is destroyed. Ambition is the only path forward now, Karth, there is no going back. We will conquer the stars together." Meliodas says.
  
  "I suppose calling them the Uwais tribe is a bit of a failing, then. Tribals would be more suitable."
  
  "As you wish. You are their superior. You can do as you wish with them."
  
  "The average tribal will be be outfitted with combat armor as well as some equipment, such as grenades, gas masks, communications devices, that kind of thing. The stronger ones will get Bolters, the strongest will be equipped with melee weapons; chainswords, chainaxes, power swords, as well as bolt pistols. The weaker ones will be given specialized roles and equipped for as such: meltaguns and missile launchers for anti-armor, snipers with sniper rifles and stealth roles with chameoline cloaks and silenced weapons. We should have a fairly well equipped army that will be able to hold their own when fighting alongside the Guardsmen and Traitor Marines we have under our command."
  
  "We're not fighting for you fucks!" someone shouts. 
  
  "Yeah! Fuck you, you kidnapping bastards!"
  
  "Ah, this is an issue," Magos Cern says. "Unfortunately, due to my... failures in work on the brain, Kyros has forbid me to tinker on their minds to ensure loyalty. Fay has only so far failed to do, so it'll be your job now. I need all rebelliousness to be crushed."
  
  "How?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.
  
  "Get it done. I don't care how. I need to go check on the oxygen decks to the macro guns on the starboard side doesn't asphyxiate," Magos says, turning around and walking off. 
  
  "Well, that's a bitch," you complain, turning to Fay. "I guess we need to get rid of rebelliousness before Kyros gets pissy and blows our heads clean off."
  
  "Or..." Fay says slyly. "We could just hide the rebelliousness. It would be better if we kept it under wraps until we have a chance to get out of here."
  
  "Oh, choices, choices, choices. Terrify, threaten, talk or trust. Which shall it be, Karth?" Meliodas says.
  
  You walk forward, into the center of the dorm. You have several options here. You could attempt to use some of your psychic powers to show these tribals the true power of the Warp. That would definitely ensure their loyalty, if only out of fear. You could threaten them to ensure their loyalty, once again while out of fear, and you wouldn't have to alienate yourself by making yourself seem like a terrifying psychic being. You could attempt to convince the tribals that loyalty to this place is the only rational choice. You could also take Fay's path, and assure them that they'll have the chance to get revenge, but that for now they should hide all rebelliousness until it's time to strike. 
  > terrify the tribals with the powers of the Warp
  You tug at your collar, but fortunately, due to Kyros' distraction with his troops who are "disloyal", the restrictions are loose. Not gone, still definitely there. You know if you try anything you'll gain his attention and the restrictions will be tightened, as well as the collar around your throat, most likely. Still, you need to take advantage of this and put on a full show. 
  
  You walk slowly forward, raising into the air. Black and purple electricity begins running along your body, bursting along yourself. You set alight, as the crimson flames of the Warp engulf. You change your meek and timid voice, amplifying it through the Warp to booming proportions.
  
  "Do you see what I've become? Do you see what Kyros made me? I am a vessel of Chaos, a being of the Warp. This is the power the Warp holds. This is the power Kyros holds, the power this vessel holds, and the power of the cursed men who guard and crew it. You can't possibly hope to beat it. You should only thank the Dark Gods that the role they've asked you to fill is beneficial to you, and embrace this role to the utmost."
  
  The tribals, including Fay, stand back, looking terrified. You know in that moment that fear has replaced all rebelliousness in their souls. They'll follow orders now. You drop down to your feet, staring around.
  
  "Spread the message," you say to the tribals, before turning to Fay. "We should go."
  
  You walk out of the room, quickly followed by Fay, who runs after you.
  
  "What the fuck was that?" she asks.
  
  "I did my job," you say simply.
  
  "Those are our friends, our family, our kinsman. You're not seriously happy with a life of service to a guy who kidnapped us? These guys killed Duggin!"
  
  "Duggin was a fool," you reply. "Our lives were once meaningless. Now, we have a hope. Surely you understand?"
  
  "I wish I could say I could, Karth, but I don't. I don't know how you can think that."
  
  You walk outside, where Kyros awaits, smiling.
  
  "Well done," he says, smiling. "Impressive display."
  
  "You were there for that?" you ask.
  
  "I was aware. Why else would your collar restrictions be weaker?"
  
  "I assumed it was because you were distracted," you admit.
  
  "If that was true, whenever I slept you'd be free to do whatever you wanted," Kyros says, smirking. "Now, we need to visit the last of your soldiers, the gladiator-slaves. They're always an interesting crew. Shall we go?"
  
  You look at Fay, who nods, although she still looks nervous from your earlier "display" of power.
  
  "Yes, let's," you reply.
  > visit the gladiator-slaves
  You follow Kyros, as you head to the arena. You reach the doors that would lead into it, but instead oof entering you go off to a small elevator behind it. You enter, and it slowly begins descending. It opens, revealing the underhive of the arena. There's dozen of cages, holding exotic beasts and dangerous Xenos. You see a half dozen thick, heavily muscled, green-skinned Orks in a cage, their necks chained to the wall. They're howling and roaring, tugging at their chains. Surprisingly, while most shout in their barbaric, guttural language, one seems to speak yours.
  
  "Humie! Humie! Get me free! Get me free!" he shouts. "I is gonna let you live, even give ya a bitta loot and an escape pod if ya let me free!"
  
  "Don't respond!" someone further down the catacombs that lay beneath the arena shouts. "It only encourages Ol' Dak!"
  
  "Hmmm... this Ork must be one of the greatest speakers of his kind," Meliodas points out. "Of course to us he's a fucking idiot."
  
  The ork's eyes narrow, before he begins howling in frustration and smacking his hands against his own head, a heavy thud emanating as his muscled fists slam into his thick skull. You continue walking, passing amazing and fantastic creatures and gladiators. There's a tentacled slug-man with a large beak and dozens of eyes peppered around his body which is huddled up in the corner of it's cage, a trio of horrible bird-hound creatures that scratch at their bars, a massive human wearing what appears to be an iron cage with hundreds of inward pointing nails who rams himself against the cage wall, his body shredded to such an extent you're amazed he's not dead yet, a multi-legged, horned creature that looks almost cute. Finally, you reach a long hallway, with thick, heavy metal doors spread along the hallway. An eye peers out of a door eye-slot, staring at you.
  
  "Hello there. Do we have more fighters, or...? Oh wait, it's them. Terrific."
  
  The eye disappears, and the slot closes. Kyros takes out a datapad, pressing several buttons before the door slowly slides open, revealing a large open area. Bunk beds line the wall, with a bunch of young men and women, the oldest in their late twenties and the youngest in their mid-teens. They wear very little armor, all of which is either leather or light combat armor. They sit around a fire, roasting chunks of meat on sticks in it. Two of the gladiators lean against the beds nearest to you, staring at you. One is a tall, muscled and tanned, with long blond hair and sparking green eyes. She holds a long, rifle-like gun with an axe blade made into the barrel with a grip under it. The other is shorter, with similarly tanned skin, with playful green eyes and curly brown hair, holding a curved sword and a Plasma pistol. They both look to be in their late teens or early twenties at latest.
  
  "Is that a fire?" Fay asks.
  
  "Are they armed?" you also.
  
  "Yes and yes," the male says, turning to the girl. "This question game is fun."
  
  "The fire's below a vent that's sending the smoke... somewhere. We weren't exactly given schematics of this place, all we know is the smoke doesn't bother us. And we're allowed weapons to keep the others in check. Even if we both went for Kyros, our minds would be shattered before we could raise our weapons," the girl says.
  
  "Nah, I could at least start a swing before I was killed."
  
  "These are the Twins. They lead the Gladiator-Slaves. Now, introduce yourselves," Kyros says.
  
  "I'm Castus," the boy smiles, staring at the pair of you.
  
  His eyes flicker, as he looks over Fay. He appears to be checking her out. You feel like punching him in the throat, but refrain.
  
  "You're a jealous one, aren't you?" Meliodas says.
  
  "I'm Olive," the girl says, extending a hand, which you grab and shake before Fay does the same. 
  
  "So, is there a reason you're here?" Castus asks.
  
  "Fay and Karth will be taking command of the gladiators. They are my lieutenants, and will command a segment of our army, the slaves."
  
  "Oh, terrific. We've been shafted," Castus says.
  
  "I'm sure Kyros will want us to have an advisor position to assist Fay and Karth," Olive says.
  
  "Correct," Kyros says.
  
  "Well, there might be an issue with that," Castus says. "You see, both Fay and Karth have a history of... well, murdering my men. Pitting the Kyros Jr and Magos Cern's latest brand of super-freaks against us has led to a lot of men being, quite understandably, pissed with the guys who hacked apart, or psychically exploded, or simply beat their friends upside the head until they went comatose."
  
  "If you want, we can have the dissenters flailed alive. Simply point them out, and I'll have them broken. Is that preferable?"
  
  Castus goes quiet. 
  
  "As I thought," Kyros says with a smile. "Make sure the men know to follow orders. Now, it's late, and these guys need sleep. Is anything else needed?"
  
  "I suppose not," Olive says.
  
  "Well, we need a lot, but nothing we're realistically getting anytime soon," Castus says.
  
  Kyros stares at Castus, fire beginning to run along his body.
  
  "Nothing needed, sir," Castus says.
  
  "Good. Fay, Karth, let's go," Kyros says.
  
  Kyros swivels around, walking out of the room. You quickly follow him, and the massive metal door shuts behind you.
  
  "So, we'll escort Fay back to the Uwais dorms, and then send you to your room," Kyros says.
  
  "Well you know, Karth's room is closer. I could just spend the time in his," Fay suggests. "It would give us some time to go over battle plans now that we know what our men are capable of, and I can inform him of what the Uwais tribe are like in battle..."
  
  "Really? That's the reason? That's the reason you're going for?" Kyros asks, raising an eyebrow. "No."
  > argue that Fay should spend the night in your room
  "But she could help me plan what do to with the lieutenants and what to do to secure their loyalty, and..."
  
  "Don't fuck with me, Karth. You just want the girl there so you can have something fuck. Maybe if you were a little smarter with the way you acted towards me I'd grant you such base pleasures, but you acted like a prick all while you've been here, so no, she'll go back to her bed, and you'll go back to hers."
  
  "Surprisingly, the cunt doesn't stop being a cunt just because you want to get laid. Unless I'm wrong and you seriously didn't plan or want to try anything with her, in which case Slaanesh will never get a hold on your soul," Meliodas says.
  
  You arrive at the doors to your cell, and Kyros opens it.
  
  "Hurry up, inside," Kyros says.
  
  You look at Fay, who smiles at you.
  
  "Bye, Karth. Thanks for trying," she says, giving a short little wave.
  
  "Bye, Fay," you reply.
  
  The doors are shut, and you walk over to your bed, collapsing on it. Only now do you realize how exhausted you are. You've spent all day walking, which again isn't exactly your specialty. You close your eyes, and soon sleep takes you. Thankfully, the twilight stage where your soul can rest and your exhausted mind can find peace, lasts extra long. Of course, it doesn't take long before the nightmares hit.
  > sleep
  You writhe in pain, curling up in an attempt to get the endless suffering to end. All you hear is the chattering of thousands of skulls laughing at you. You star up at a mountain of skulls that rises up into the sky past. You can see beasts of metal roaring as they charge across the skulls, ramming into each other with powerful clashes, with dragon-like beasts flying overhead.
  
  You take in a panicked breath, stumbling away from a nearby one and falling. You tumble along the skulls, rolling down the mountain of skulls. You slam into the skull of a massive beast, ending your tumble. You look down at a massive river of boiling blood, horrifying creatures of bones bursting from the water and diving back under again. You frantically try to use your powers, to levitate away from this horrifying place, but you can feel an invisible hand around your neck, closed tightly around your trachea and preventing you from breathing, tethering you to the ground and preventing you from using your power. 
  
  It... doesn't go well from there. You wander the endless mountain of skulls, hiding in terror from the daemonic beasts that roam. Eventually, you awaken with a start, finding yourself lying in bed in a cold sweat, naked and scared. The rest of the night is, thankfully, not as bad. The monsters of your dreams staying off in the distance away from you. Sleep is... somewhat bearable.
  > several Hours Later...
  You wake up to the sound of the metal doors opening. You stand, looking up to see Kyros and Fay entering the room. You realize you're naked, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around yourself. Fay giggles, smiling.
  
  "Well, that was a surprise. A pretty small one, to be fair," she says with a smile.
  
  You find a little leeway with your collar, and eagerly use it through the flick of a wrist and send Fay onto her behind once more. The collar tightens around your throat quickly, making it hard to breath but not unbearable. You raise your hands in surrender, and Kyros releases the collar. 
  
  "We're going to the war room," he says, softly but creepily. 
  
  Kyros seems considerably darker today. His coat is covered with several dark red splotches and stains. You doubt it's a good idea to ask about their origins. You stand up, following Kyros along the halls.
  
  "What's in the war room?" you ask.
  
  "We're just having a meeting. Quiet now," Kyros says.
  
  You walk along the hallways in silence, passing my various crewmen running along the halls, working. Kyros walks quickly and you break a sweat trying to walk at his pace.
  
  "Can we slow down?" Fay asks.
  
  "You're a genetically-upgraded super-soldier. Is a fast walk really too much for you?" Kyros says, continuing at his speed.
  
  "It's too much for Karth," she says.
  
  "I'm... fine," you pant.
  
  "No you're not," Fay says. "Physical exercise isn't exactly a strength of yours."
  
  "He has the energy to talk, he has the energy to walk! Now silence!"
  
  Kyros flicks his wrists, and Fay yelps. A long, thin cut appears, running down her cheek, as blood runs down her chin.
  
  "Hey!" you shout.
  
  You step up, staring into Kyros' eyes. His eyes are wild and cruel. The humor and joy he held only a few hours ago is gone. You realize that he'll be more than happy to hurt both you and Fay seriously. You back down.
  
  "That's what I thought. Now faster, we've wasted time with this!" Kyros says.
  
  You speed up, moving as quickly as possible. Soon enough you reach the war room. The doors open, and you pause. Inside, lying in her seat, is Calpurnia. All of her skin is just... missing, seemingly flayed off her. Blood covers her seat, the the floor around her and the table. Her eyes are missing, seemingly gored out by inhuman claws. She lets out a pained moan, and you realize with a start that she's somehow alive.
  
  "What the fuck...?" Fay says.
  
  Magos Cern appears behind you, walking forward. She stares at Calpurnia, seemingly disinterested.
  
  "Does this concern me?" she asks.
  
  "No, old friend.This concerns the others," Kyros says, his voice a low growl.
  
  Uncaring, Kyros sits down at the table. Taj enters, but doesn't even respond, simply taking his place at the table. Calpurnia holds up a hand as if begging for help, but Taj simply spits on the table.
  
  "Traitor," he grunts.
  
  You watch as Durge walks in, with Elizabeth at his side. Durge pauses, looking at Calpurnia, before looking at Kyros, as Elizabeth turns very pale. 
  
  "What the hell is this?" Durge asks, staring down at Calpurnia.
  
  His massive, bloated frame waddles forward, standing over the bleeding near-corpse.
  
  "What happened you, he asks, before shoving a spike-arm in front of Elizabeth and pushing her back, stepping in front of her defensively as he stares at the rest of the room. "Who did this?!"
  
  Rebecca walks in, a grin on her face.
  
  "Oh, who did this?" she asks, clearly feigning surprise.
  
  Finally, Elios walks in, pausing, and looking around the room, taken aback.
  
  "What... what happened?" he asks, turning even paler than his chalk-white makeup.