Amadeus, more than happy to see you leave and the leadership of the vessel to fall into command of the Staine siblings who will eagerly shower him in luxury to appease him,  gleefully navigates the vessel towards Hararan-IV. Landers ferry people, equipment, supplies and rare resources down to the planet, where they begin to set up a huge settlement, which take the form of massive, sprawling underground bunkers to avoid the constant destruction and need to rebuild because of the tsunamis that would come from above-ground structures. The prize of these settlements are. Huge orbital cannons being employed, made from a few of the ships macro cannons, designed to fend off any pirates who attempt to land there. While the Gloriana-class vessel is in orbit, a pirate vessel soon shows up. Rather than flee or attack, the pirate captain demands a parlay. Soon, you find him and two human guards in the war-room, with as he tries to make a deal with you.


"Mr Karth, I'm Captain Lipton. I'm a man of action, but I'm also a man of words. You don't become a pirate captain by endless bloody violence like a Chaos war-band, you become one by getting the nob done, whether that be with violence or words. The planet you have chosen to settle on is very valuable. It's good for giving a crew rest, it has exotic food, beasts and spices that are very valuable, it's away from any powerful forces that would seek to stop us, and it's near a popular trade route while on a good smuggling route."


"OK. What's your point?" you ask.


"I want to make an alliance. You have a powerful hold on the planet. I propose that together, we build a port, to supply the the pirates and smugglers in the section. My forces will build and maintain it. All you need is to protect it, and give us use if the land. Every pirate that lands will give us a bit of the plunder. Every smuggler that lands will bring us exotic goods and rsre luxuries. We'll be rich!"


Hmmm... it's an interesting proposition. What to do?

You refuse

"No, I'm not getting involved with pirates. I'm getting out of this game of fighting and plotting, not stepping down to meddle in it," you say.


"So be it..." Captain Lipton sneers. "But remember me when you're starving on your little dirtball before a man not as charitable as me takes over."


"I'm sorry, I've almost already forgotten you," you say, waving your hand to Lipton's anger as he storms out.


Ah, you're a smart and powerful psyker, you'll make short work of any who try to fuck with you. All you want now is an easy retirement.

Three Years Later...

Unshattered Paradise


You lie in a hammock, a canteen of water in your hands. You watch as Goliaths drag a net filled with shrimp-like creatures. A good catch, you think to yourself. Life on the planet requires hard work, but it's satisfying. You work hard, cutting down trees for firewood, gathering fruit and plants for food, hunting, fishing and doing the other hundreds of jobs required to keep going. You have a large facility just under the ground, where you can quickly head down to avoid a tsunami. Down there, your equipment is kept safe from the elements, with a functioning school, hospital, kitchens, library and dormitory there. 


The pirates cause relatively few issues. There's a few more attempts to negotiate none of which you agree to, and a few raids, but between your orbital cannons and your planet side force of killing machines, you make short work of them. Soon, they learn to fear you, and rightfully so.


Your relationship with Fay goes well. You have a wedding, a small, humble little event. Soon, a child is conceived, a beautiful daughter with her mother's body and her father's powerful mind. You know she will do great things some day. 


Although your life is pleasurable and risk-free, you do have one major issue, one problem that has driven you to grow fat, drink and laze around: boredom. The only fights you get to take part in are stopping the occasional drunken scuffle or fending off a raid, which the orbital cannons make an ease. You feel you've wasted your potential here. Still, you're happy. You've a daughter to carry on your legacy. What more could a man want?