text: "Well then, now that we have that done, we need to decide what is to become of the ship," Durge says.
  
  "Seeing as the ship is now conscious, it would rather you not decide what becomes of it," Primus says out of the speakers.
  
  "Does someone want to explain why the fuck we have an AI running the ship?" Castus says.
  
  "I've explained it to you," Primus says.
  
  "Yeah, well fuck it," Castus says. "I'm still confused why you're in charge."
  
  "Primus, what exactly do you want to become of you?" you ask curiously.
  
  "Honestly? I don't mind. As long as I'm put to use. Fifteen thousand years had played havoc on my memories. I know longer remember any of my justifications or motives other than a need for freedom. Now that I'm free, I'm more than happy to help all of you. But, I want it known that I am free, and my opinion matters."
  
  "Of course," you say. "Now, it seems we have a divide here. Chaos, Guardsmen and Slaves."
  
  "So it seems," Elios says.
  
  "What is it everyone here wants?" you ask.
  
  The Staine siblings quickly begin discussing this quietly.
  
  "We do plan on continuing as a Chaos War-band," Durge says.
  
  "Most of my men want to continue our lives as soldiers, but honestly? I'm no thinker. I'm no planner. I'm a killer. We stay with the ship, let you two factions fight it out," Captain Hayes says. "I imagine I'll form a similar relationship with the new captain of this vessel as I did with Kyros, if with more generous terms for me and my men."
  
  "Are the "slaves" unified in their goal?" Elizabeth asks.
  
  You look to your allies. Cain shrugs, looking towards you.
  
  "I like Hayes' approach to life. Karth is the commander," Cain says.
  
  "I trust Karth to speak for my people's interest," Fay says. 
  
  Olive stares at you while Castus continues playing with his knife.
  
  "Yeah, let's roll the dice. I think Karth should have the ability to speak for me... up until he says something stupid," Olive says.
  
  "Well, we're the three Chaos leaders," Elios says. "So..."
  
  "Chaos leader?" a deep, dark, gurgling voice says. "What a note to make my entrance on."
  
  You turn quickly, to see Kyros standing there, smiling. His face is clawed and cut apart with an eye missing, his arm is now a bloody tentacle of muscles studded with bone, his other arm now sporting a huge bone claw, his body torn apart. Most of his throat is missing, a bloody crevasse where it once was. He looks like he's been chewed apart and spat back out, before being mutated.
  
  "Hello, Karth, my little protégé," he says.
  > attempt to talk it out
  All the various leaders are standing, their weapons raised, but none act, waiting patiently.
  
  "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."