"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.

You threaten them to ensure their loyalty

You walk slowly forward, growling.


"Magos Cern has told me about some rebellious behavior. It needs to end. We are a tiny fraction of the population of our ship. Even if we could somehow get all of our weapons, get everyone together and ready to fight, and we'd fail to get free. What could we do? We're light-years away from home by now. Even if, by some miracle, we could take this ship, we have no idea how to pilot it, and even then the chances of getting that far is astronomical. Kyros, the team leader, has amazing psychic powers. He could read our minds at any moment. He'd have you flayed alive and had the skin made into a cloak! He'll have this entire dorm filled with Chlorine gas! If you don't want to doom our entire tribe to non-existence, don't even think about rebelling."


The tribals seem a mixture of disappointed, angered and annoyed, but you know the see the logic in what you're saying. They won't rebel. They'll follow orders now.


"Tell the other tribals. I don't want anyone doing anything stupid," 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.


"That was a bit depressing," she admits.


"How so?" you ask.


"You're not seriously happy with a life of service to a guy who kidnapped us? These guys killed Duggin!" she asks.


"We need to be pragmatic. If there was an option for escape, I'd take it. But I'm not dying when there's no real chance of escape."


"Umm... I guess," Fay says, clearly unsure what to do.


You walk outside, where Kyros awaits, smiling.


"Ah, you're here. Were they convinced?"


You nod eagerly, and Kyros smiles.


Well done," he says. "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 threats.


"Yes, let's," you reply.