It's a pretty simple process. Amadeus seems eager to get rid of you, so when he's told to take the ship back to your homeworld, he's gleeful.


Once your arrive, the Staine siblings have another question.


"Just to be sure, what is it you want to be done?" Dirge asks, as you squeamishly notice that the eat living in him has sired babies.


"What do you mean?" you reply.


"Well, so you want us to let you off with a small amount of supplies so you can continue your nomadic, tribal lifestyle as you once did, or do you want us to help you set up a little city, a hub from which you can operate and enjoy our little technological boons?"


Huh. What an interesting question. What DO you want? Are you actually planning to abandon all the technologies you've been using to resume a tribal life?

You city Life

"As you wish," Durge says. 


The next few weeks are spent ferrying equipment, supplies and building materials from the Roar of the Vortex to the planet, where your men begin to assemble a city. Concrete walls defended by gun emplacements, large apartment blocks for your people, a working hospital and school, vast farms being set up along the lake with the farming techniques being taught to your people. 


You find yourself standing atop the throne room, staring out as a group of Goliaths raise up a wall, finishing off the generator room they were making. Fay stands next to you, staring out.


"Well, we're home," Fay says.


"We are. Well, let's see where this goes," you reply.


Now, the future is yours.

Three Years Later...

The Tribal City


Life is good. Although Kyros' scouring of the planet for resources has driven many plant and animal species that you once relied on for food extinct, the farming methods allow for food production without wearing out the soil, and quickly bring up the number of crop plants until they're bountiful. You introduce breeding programmes to rapidly increase the numbers of prey animals, even creating subspecies, such as a subspecies of the Rukt bird that go from small, wild birds that soar above the forests to a species of fat, placid birds that can barely glide. You even bring back the puk in full force, and their numbers explode. Water issues are still a problem, but you're capable of drilling into underground rivers and water reservoirs to deal with that.


The Orks are still a problem, but a maintainable one. Your forces are killing machines, and their strength is amplified tenfold by the huge walls and gun emplacements. Even after having been let grow strong while you were off-world, you're still easily capable of breaking the strength of these beasts, pushing the Orks from huge threat to simple nuisance, and with look you'll soon be pushing them to extinction.


One of the few issues facing you is fertility. The Goliaths are infertile, and Kyros' experimentation has taken its toll on the Tribals, so they have a high infertility rate and a high rate of miscarriages. Their chances of successfully conceiving and birthing a child increases with regular trips to the hospital, which with the massive birth rate among the gladiators means that your population is growing, but the fertility issues keep your people from spreading over the land, at least within your expected lifetime.


Your relationship with Fay improves, as you eventually have a vaster sized combination of an Uwais marriage and an Azajaja bonding ritual. If anything, Kyros' experiments have increased your fertility, as you soon find yourself with a child. Thankfully Fay hasn't suffered the miscarriage issue, and you find yourself with a little ball of screaming flesh known as a child. The child seems perfect, having a strong body and a powerful mind, the best of both her parents. 


This child will lead the next generation. They will live in this city, a city that is both futuristic and based in the tribalistic traditions of the past, and will continue building it. They will use this city, your gift to them, to conquer, to build, to create, to spread and to exist. With them, with the next generation, with your child, lies the future.