Peace is made, and Kruger surrenders some of his few remaining arctic cities to pacify the Samba Titan. The massive Boer fleet leaves to roam the ocean, a sort of karmic justice for the Kongolese ghost fleet of so many parts ago.
Those were simpler times, and yet more hopeful. Now I fear we near the end of this saga as Henry Parkes declares war on the Boer diaspora like a vulture plucking at carrion. Goodnight, sweet robot prince.