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Chapter 10 : Reorganizing/ Interruption
The work of setting up a shooting range went off quite well at the start. Sarsa was smart enough to keep Karl-Heinz busy by critiquing and inspecting his creations and keeping his mind in ever more small improvements on the rail gun, untested as it is. Still as the test range wasn´t done yet, Karl had no better idea until his wife or wife's were done being nice to him.
This let something in Karl-Heinz pop into a realization “Waaaaait, why not just go and bewitch the whole camp to be my harem and I can then do as I please ?”
“No, that is a very bad idea hubby, that isn´t save. We will make sure you stay save and do this nice and steady.” Sarsa answered, gently petting his head and rubbing against his feet and legs with her coils around him.
“Yeah, getting to know each of you at least a little bit is most likely part of a forced plot to not waist all the endless hours of character crafting some poor sod had to do in his writing dungeon. You look rather tired, how was your work day ?” He tried to be a bit social again.
Before he could get an answer from a tired and blushing Nagasha, the door swung open and two exhausted looking beings entered the room.
Vaskra striped naked and laid down in the Nagasha pillow area or rather collapsed and let dust and grime get everywhere.
Tris walked over to Karl, hugged him in a genuine hug, only slightly stronger than necessary. Then swiftly let go of him and jumped backwards to get some safety distance. “No more horny jail, but now is the time right ? Days work is over right ?” She says with a pleading and slightly scared expression on her body.
Karl just shrugs, looks at the long shadows he can see in the warehouse thru the open door. “Yeah looks like it, no point in shooting when one can´t see shit. Also I am tired. Also good that you learned something gun waifu, what was your name again?”
“Tris !” an over enthusiastic Cannidor happily informed with a few more than necessary decibels to her voice, standing a bit straighter and with a big smile on her face for the oh so desired attention of a man.
“Oki Tris, you get first bump, after that it is who ever is quickest on the gun... eh on my gun for round 2 and so on. So shall we begin ?” Using his cheat ability of “clean”, Karl-Heinz gave them all and himself a wash to get rid of what ever unpleasant dirt could have been there.
Tris smiling wide as she can with her shark maw, then went into a speedy frenzy to try and remove her cloths and plate armor. Sadly for her, plate armor parts don´t like to be removed easy or as fast as Tris desired to do now, especially as her clothes were restricted under the armor parts. This resulted in metal scratching noises as her claws failed to fully grab the delicately sized locking parts of the different plates and made everyone wince to the sound it created when a scratch was formed on the polished surfaces.
Not long after the bystanders started fearing for hearing damages, helpful hands began to aid Tris in the task of correctly and methodically removing and storing the plates of armor out of tripping distance.
Well one pair of hands helped, a second pair looked and learned the method of removal, then removed a leg plate and started to study it a bit, the last pair of hands rather concentrated on the important things and made the bed as comfy as one could make a blanket on a simple soft ish piece of dirt and a small amount of old simplistic pillows.
“By the way are you all virgins ?” Karl asked whilst working on the other leg plate.
Tris tried to blush as hard as she could, in her inability to blush, but substituted her attempt by false bravado and a fake big ish grin “Not long anymore!”.
“Figures by how thirsty you all are.”
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“I AM NOT THIRSTY!” came the reply from Sarsa. Paired with a brief second of a death glare that morphed into a shocked one at realizing who she just yelled at. “Sorry my baby, I reacted poorly to my lover” lowering her head and torso in shame and approaching Karl at a half high stance in an attempt to apologies and beg for forgiveness.
Then the walls started to rumble. Karl, didn´t registered it, everyone else was up on there feet and back in there clothes in seconds and swearing in there own little flavor of curses. With a sigh of resignation Karl asked “let me guess the base is getting attacked ?”.
Ignoring Karl´s question Sarsa jumped into a commanding stance and started bellowing orders “Vaskra scout what is going on, Tris body guard duty on Karl-Heinz, I will go and hand out weapons to try and keep our cover, if the base is falling we meet at the back end trench of the base out of sight of the gate.” Then turning to her Husband “please honey stay here with Tris and stick to her if you need to flee” Then she steals a quick kiss on his lips, shudders a bit from the arousal that follows that hit of pheromones and slithers away out of the room.
Vaskra looks pissed as all hell about being ordered around while she is first wife, but sees that this is not the time to argue, grabs her things and runs out the door.
Tris slumps down on the ground and frowns in deep frustration “this is boring and so unsexy it could freeze hell!” Then her gaze wanders over the room and ends on Karl-Heinz. “So what would you like to do while we wait ?, maybe squeeze in a quick ride hmmm ?” Grin starting to reemerge on her face.
“Eh sure, so you are my pony now and we charge the enemy together ?” He asked with a slight smile on his face.
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This was not really what Tris had hoped for as she now wore a new shape of the metal that was used to bind her and then was turned into armor. The contraption now secured to her body was a saddle one would normally find on beasts of burden to carry bitches around, but now she was that beast of burden.
“Now you are my noble steed hahahahaha, wait I need my test railgun too !” He said stopping mid mounting and instead jumps back down and runs over to grab the gun and as much battery packs and other stuff as his hands can carry. “Good thing I added lots of boxes to this saddle! You never can have to much storage space” With another use of his craft spell he ads a holding rack for the railgun, a tube that is big enough to hold almost any form of long object. Then starts to mount the landshark steed for real.
“You do know that the way I fight is to run right at the enemy and then crush them between my claws as I go berserk, right ? Is that a place for a male ?”
“Oh shush, war is a game to you anyway so let me share in on your game will you, it is boring alone in a room.” Karl-Heinz quips back and flicks at one of her ears.
“yeah … but I don´t want to lose my piece of meat hubby”
“Then do a good job my noble steed and I shall mount you afterwards !” Karl exclaims with too great enthusiasm whilst grabbing on to the hand holds of the saddle.
“You will be grounded if you get even as much as a scratch on you!” Tris then moves out of the room on all fours and even has to go a little lower than that as she squeezes out of the normal sized doors.
Outside it is organized chaos, one side of the camp is looking like a disco party with to many laser effects and people screaming and running equipment to the front, whilst the other side is pure chaos as the women get woken up, thrown out of bed and rushed to the other side to try and defend there military camp. In between people are rushing to the warehouse they are standing besides and exiting with boxes, inter mingled with runners carrying nothing but there simple equipment seemingly tasked to convey messages to the different hot spots of activity.
“Oh the bees are busy working there asses off already, lets see how we can sting the invader of our hive” Karl-Heinz said with a bit of glee in his voice, pulling out and fiddling with the railgun.
“Oh sure thing hubby!” came back from Tris as she started into a gallop to the front were the stray laser shoots were flying the most.
As the due got closer to the edge of the camp it became clear that this was a trench shoot out, at knife fighting distance. Not that they were fighting with knifes all the time, but that the two fighting lines were 60m apart from each other, which baffled and amused Karl. So he took advantage of that gift-horse “Hoi TRIS, stop here I wanna try to shoot my electro boomstick from here to see how well I duck-taped this together”
Not quite sure of how to react, Tris stopped and curiously turned her head sideways to glimpse at what her man was trying to do. What he ended up doing was to take the gun and pull the trigger followed by some slight metallic and energy groaning and human groaning.
Mumbling to himself “of course I would first have plus and minus mixed up!” a short second later he pulled the trigger again, this time followed by a ear-piercing shriek, squeal and zipping of something fast thru the air, which in turn got followed by a unlucky body turning into a spray of red chunks.
“oooh what a lucky hit, not at all were I aimed at but eeeh work in progress” Karl mumbled whilst again using his ability to tinker on his weapon.
“I want one too!” Tris proclaims with wide eyes and a very big grin, turning her head to side eye her passenger. Who was already aiming again and creating more red chunks in the sea of battle screams and laser fire.
“Slowly getting there” can be heard as he tinkers on the gun.
Tris for her part was fascinated by her possible newest toy and laid down on the ground, almost oblivious to the slaughter happening not far from her. Still she keeps an eye on the battle as they have now very much been noticed and movements are happening on the enemy side.
Another shoot, no hit this time as the bolt hits dirt and lets it spray in a more than concerning way.
“Close but not quite yet, oih stop wiggling or it will stay with a crooked aim!”
“No time hubby, gotta move or gotta risk you getting into melee.” Tris declares as she gets up and walks parallel to the front line to a more defended looking position. Already being approached by a few girls that look like orders runners. “Ok now the friendly's are getting to close” she lamented and started to gallop along the front-line , trying to avoid being approached.
Sadly it was for naught as a rather fancy and clean woman stepped up into Tris´s way and with a voice just laud enough to be heard commanded “Sargent Tris, unhand my husband and charge the enemy's !”