Um - hmm. Shit, gimme a second, get papers in order. Fuckin'...
Due to my perfect decision making skills and totally not because I saved a file to the wrong place, your home planet doesn't have to worry about alien invaders any more! Bad news is that's because it switched planes of existence and now it's in a galaxy empty of intelligent life. Except for you, though, 'cause I - by the way, regional manager, Universe Regulation and General Operations Department, nice to meet you - I made a teensy error on a couple dumb old forms, you know how it is, and now you're alone on a beautiful, unspoiled, completely empty planet. And there's gonna be aliens invading in... friggin', lemme see... 500 years. There's an invasion coming in 500 years and your planet needs to fight it or my bosses will notice my little fuck-up. And we can't have that!
So, I just read all of your memory and personality - lesser being, don't worry about it - and I noticed you have a thing for your species's reproductive processes. Which is exactly what I need! And I can make you a whole bundle of people for you to mate with. But it's not like I can just steal people away from your home planet - no, not including you, shut up - so I'll need to model 'em after people you know. And hey - looks like you had an unhealthy fixation on a bunch of fictional characters, so I can basically just recreate them and throw 'em down there with you. Now you've got as many, whad'ya call 'em, waifus as you want to knock up for the rest of time! If by as many as you want you mean a handful and for the rest of time you mean until something kills you. I'm better than you, not perfect, that's about as much power as I got in the tank
Completely settling a world from scratch is an endeavor, so I'll throw you a bone - you get to pick your wives, and they all have their own little bonuses to help you out. We're not talking world-ending here, but they'll make your lives easier. And because your biology is unsightly anyway - natural evolution, what a mess - I've taken the liberty of cleaning up all your health issues and genetic flaws. No aging! Also, managed to square away incest for the most part by fiddling with your genepool, though I'd recommend exogamy for your species as much as possible past that, get those genes spreading around before the principle kicks back in. So. You got some reproductive partners of your choice to repopulate the world with, you got 500 years to fuck yourself up a society, and a couple extra benefits, because I'm just that helpful. Even a lesser lifeform like you can probably get that dones! But seriously, if you can't drive off the aliens and my boss finds out, I'll find whatever afterlife your species has and eat your soul. No pressure!
Come to think of it, I should probably walk you through how this'll work. Throwing you in the deep end would be really funny, but I got a job to keep.
You get 14 wives when I dump you on your empty planet, chosen from the groups below. Keep in mind these are people closely modeled on those characters that're there to help your species propagate, not a 1/1 match; any physical health issues will be moderated until they can live without medical supervision, mental health issues will be smoothed until they're not dangerous to anyone around them, and any source character not in the right age range will have their equivalent generated physically and mentally mature. You don't have to worry about that. Oh, and they won't have any difficulty carrying or giving birth to your kids. You'll get similar adjustments: you'll have whatever your ideal body is as long as it's physically possible, any mental issues you got will be moderated until they won't get in your way too much, you (and your wives and descendants) don't age, though you can still get hurt or sick or killed - oh, and you'll get a serious hog. Gotta reproduce somehow.
There's two factors to consider here: your overall growth rate and your Defense Points (a rough measure of how ready you'll be to tangle when the aliens get here). You'll need both guns and people to shoot them. I'll give you an extra wife in exchange for adding something dangerous to your world (makes better entertainment when the aliens arrive), but keep in mind drawbacks will cost you one of the two factors. Your wives all have things in common, and the more they have in common, the more combos they activate (and the more growth rate and DP you get). Explore! There's lots of combos out there.
Once you've picked your wives, you'll need to shape your civilization's development - got a handy study guide for you to look at later, you're not the first chump to have to repopulate a planet. You got five eras (one for each century) with two options each; options give mixes of growth rate and DP, so mix it up. Your wives' personalities and abilities also might dovetail with various choices, giving you DP on top of everything else.
If your wives have supernatural powers, they'll keep them but carry them over in reduced form and usually won't pass them on. Likewise, they'll come over with any signature equipment, but I can only make their stuff so powerful and you won't have spare parts. But! Every wife will pass some trait marked in their entry down to their descendants, and as their descendants start producing kids, those traits will mix until most people have all of them. The combos you take will also have effects, but they'll apply to your society as a whole (hence the bigger effect). Some choices might be less flashy than others but the less dramatic combos and powers will help stabilize and expand your society; one person who can crush tanks with their mind can't stand up to a hundred people with sniper rifles.
Keep in mind you're setting up a society here. For instance, all your wives know you're the reason they exist, want to make a new life here, love you, love sharing, and want your babies... but if you piss 'em off enough they can turn on you - and most of them can probably kill you - so don't do that. I've also gotten rid of incest best I can, but there's a reason it shows up in populations over time. Make sure your kids aren't banging each other and you're reproducing fast enough not to face a genetic bottleneck and you'll be fine.
Yeah, that's a weird note to end on, but I'm out of stuff to tell you. Just bump up that growth rate and get ready for them aliens. Remember: me, your soul, I'll eat it if you fuck up. Have fun!
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