"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 take Fay's suggestion

You walk forward, your voice dropping to a whisper.


"Look, we need to be practical. We can cause some minor trouble, a riot or two, kill a few guards at best. That leads to them just shutting off our dorms and pumping these rooms full of chlorine gas. We stay seemingly loyal, do what we're told, and wait. Eventually, when we have the chance, we strike. They won't expect it, and we'll have waited until the perfect opportunity. Then, we escape. Then, we gain freedom. Then, we gain a future. Got it?"


There's hushed responses, as the tribals take a hopeful, inspired look. They won't rebel. They'll follow orders... for now. As soon as the chance rises though, you'll have a loyal group of soldiers to fight alongside you.


"Tell the other tribals. We need to stick togther" you say to the tribals, before turning to Fay. "We should go."


You walk out of the room, with Fay at your side, holding your hand.


"Well, I'm glad you took my suggestion," she says, smiling sweetly at you.


"Well, you're clever, so I should listen to your advise every once in a while," you reply.


"Stop teasing," she says, lightly hitting you. "We all know how this relationship works. You're the brains, I'm the brawn. Not the other way around."


"Well, how come I can easily push you around?" you say, flicking your wrist and sending Fay onto her rear.


"Hey!" she says.


"Sorry," you say, laughing.


"You're a massive dick," she complains, as you lift her back to her feet.


You stop, the smile going from your face as you see Kyros walking quickly towards you.


"Ah, here you are. Is the issue resolved?"


You nod, trying not to let him see you gulp nervously.


"Good. Now, we need to visit the last of your soldiers, the gladiator-slaves. They're always an interesting crew. Shall we go?" Kyros asks.


You look at Fay, who nods, smiling at you.


"Yes, let's," you reply.