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Chapter 37: New neighbors, new Landlord / Counter Attack
In fact, the encounter unfolded very slow. First thing the mystical “they” did was yell down the stairs. “You got no were to run, give up and come out here with your hands up or we will flush you all out!”
Which Sarsa, the crafty leader of course used and abused. “Please don´t shoot, we got a crippled frightened man down here and we are a neutral party.”
Which had half the result of what she hopes for. “Then surrender! A man must be kept in the homelands and do his duty for this nation in the breeding farms! We can´t let him get harmed.” Then a short pause happened as if she just made some mental conclusions. The tone got sickly sweet. “You don´t need to surrender, just come up here and we will give you what you need and take care of that man.”
The last line visible let half of the defenders’ full body cringe as Karl could see them shiver in rage, disgust or whatever other emotion might be triggered by bad lies and can cause shivering.
Sarsa stays cool and baits them. “We can´t let him just stay unguarded, he needs to be cared for. Come down here and help us.” With as worried of a motherly tone, she can manage, which isn´t much but every little detail might help sell the act.
“First send out most of your people, we don´t want to overwhelm the poor guy with numbers, I saw you all rushing down there to safety from the fighting. I am sure you don´t need 40 women to hold his hand, two will do fine when the rest just comes up here and surrenders beforehand.” Came as response.
But this was dragging on to long for Karl as he started to bang his head against one of the stone walls, not hard enough to hurt much, but hard enough to keep his stress up, the Adrenalin flowing and his emotional turmoil suppressed.
Also, his head bangs are hard enough to make every one of the wives in visible range flinch and Laka trying to stop him with sweet whispers. “Shhhhhhhhh, stay calm, you don´t need to hurt yourself, all will be well.”
Which does not only not calm him down as that would lead him to break down and be useless for the fight, it actively enraged his pessimistic mind as sweet nothings always were a blatant mockery of reality. He was already struggling dealing with his normal reality, trying to sugar coat it never made anything better for him so he developed an almost allergy against that kind of words.
Lucky for him, the next bottle of barely alcoholic distraction was nearby, opened and already on its way down his mouth and distracting him with the novel sensation of doing something with his body instead of his mind.
Meanwhile the discussions in the background degraded very far and fast as the outside woman was by now shouting in rage.
Tris picks up her weapons and moves over to the door that would lead into the greeting room.
Vaskra is calming everyone around her to not trip into premature action.
Sarsa is still deep in her verbal duel, which degraded into more of a brawl.
Doc isn´t too be seen and most likely waiting for wounded just behind the Bunker door leading inside.
Scavera is nowhere to be seen doing nothing outside as the murder holes are too small for her to slip out of.
Most others were staring down their weapons towards the stairs.
Laka was getting a bit desperate in trying to keep Karl mentally stable, but unlike physical health it is much, much harder to bandage a bleeding soul or to remove splinters from a pierced mind. So instead, she half hugs Karl into her fur and is humming something sounding like a lullaby, to minimal success.
Then as Tris is about to pull the outside door open, to try and punch the problems in the face. Both sides snap.
The ones on the outside seem to have been stalling for time as something could be heard rolling or falling down the stairs.
Karl-Heinz for his part just had enough, his expression went blank and he stopped feeling anything. He closed the stairs back up before whatever was coming down could even roll into view.
The harems attention shifts to Karl-Heinz and they all wait for what the next move in this battle is.
Sarsa slithers over to him and asks. “What is your plan husband? How are you hold ...”
But before she can finish the ground shakes again and some of the wall where the stairs were, cracks and crumbles. Everyone flinches into cover on instinct, except for Tris, who now has the front door open and is marching into the middle of the greeting room.
Tris then takes matters into her own big muscled hands and commands. “Karl! Stairs that way up, single file wide. Spiraling.”
Karl ignores the questions of Sarsa and instead focuses on the clear and rather easy to execute commands from Tris, life currently is too complicated for him so clear requests get clear results. The stairs are formed and cries of surprise and anguish can be heard from above.
But that wasn´t the end of Tris´s play, next she points and commands. “That way lower the camp above to be level with us.”
This was more of a vague order, but Karl did his best and cheat crafted the about baseball sized field from above down into the ground until it was level with Tris.
This was very straining on the Axiom or Mana or fruit juice in the area. Everyone was looking exhausted by this, even though the fight didn´t even properly start yet. Karl-Heinz was just confused as his cheat skill was becoming slower in the execution of his intent.
The display in his eyesight was still working and boldly proclaiming that the axiom energy is used up, which didn´t seem to stop any aspect of him forcing the issue further and completing the leveling of the murder field in front of them.
Everyone started to open fire at the confused rag tag of soldiers in the open.
Tris continued to bark orders at Karl, which he didn´t hear but with the this time helpful hud got displayed in 3D with colors and short texts as to what he should flatten or form next.
Counter fire started to rain back towards the bunker as the soldiers that didn´t just surrender and lay themselves flat on the ground or try to flee, started to build barricades with bodies and tried to shoot back.
Tris was a nice big target for that counter fire, but she didn´t care one bit about the clothes and the stuff she was caring being turned to burned chunks, Lucky for her, the Gatling rail-gun stayed untouched by laser fire as the light pointed at the polished gun was reflected away like a mirror.
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Before the current lit if unlucky participants were finished off, Karl-Heinz HUD made him lower the next section of land. Tris was saying something, but was inaudible to Karl over all the screaming and noises the guns and wives around him made. Laka was half wrapped around him like a blanket, so he wouldn´t get the chance to follow Tris closer in.
Not feeling like he wanted to be a part of this fight much longer, Karl instead turned the sink hole edges into Ramps in every direction, but for where the bunkers defenses were.
The ones who wanted to flee tried their best to get as much distance between themselves and the 3m murder tank and Gatling emplacements. Not many got far as the Gatling's were much longer distance guns than the laser hand guns were and the rate of fire made them easy to aim.
Tris did the smart thing and stood her ground, not walking into crossfire of any guns and trusting in Sarsa keeping her back un punctured. Once the shooting stopped, she ran off and up the hills. The bunker doors were still open so more women with Vaskra followed the Cannidor up top to really disturb the woman who dared to shake this bunkers ceiling.
The axiom seeing to regenerate in the area or was simply being replaced from further out. Karl couldn´t tell and a very protective body guard dog and fried emotional state, prevented any experimentation into this question, no one would ask in the heat of battle.
Instead of ignoring quantum level movement of magic particles or waves, Karl-Heinz then walked off back to his save room to try and decompress. At least this time he wasn´t in mandatory bed rest and could use both arms again. Still, he knew that he would be asked to close up the bunker entrance later on after the cleanup. Also maybe stay half ready to prevent them being overrun in case of his wives over extending the cleanup mission.
Shock and aw has a momentum to it that pure foot soldiers can´t keep up with as well as jet fighters or tanks can.
So, Karl-Heinz had the next great stupid idea he wanted to make. Laka tried to stop him from wandering off to the storage room, but was unable to do so as he gave her the rather rare determined look.
Lucky Karl, the storage room for all that is work was created next to the workshop space. So, he didn´t have it far to liberate one overpowered electrical motor and to bring it over to a big collection of all sorts of metals and not yet repaired metal containing objects.
As this was keeping him somewhat safe and distracted, Laka aided him in playing his muscle and carrying stuff around for him, shoving the engine in position on a new big steel vehicle chassis. Slowly pushing more and more lumps of metal and other crafting supplies into the room and watching as a tracked vehicle takes shape one component at a time.
It takes Karl-Heinz long enough for 2 more guards to join Laka in guard duty, reporting that the fighting has started well but now is starting to drag on and the bitches up above are getting a lot of reinforcements.
When Karl hears this, he stops adding more and more systems and says. “Fuck it, this is good enough” and with not much more effort slaps it into its finished shape by adding the until that point missing covering armor plates into position.
The finished creation is a 5 seated lump of steel with a cupola in the back for a driver and or commander to look out of and 3 gunners in the front to use the Gatling guns to shoot to the front and sides of the electrical, laser-rifle magazine battery powered tank. It had some grips on the side that aid in climbing and two big hatches to get inside.
Karl currently was the only one inside of this lump of steel, but as the earth made way for him to flank tunnel his way to the greeting room, his loyal guards quickly jumped up and clung on to their new fancy mirror shine polished ride.
Steering this beast of metal wasn´t easy, Karl had made 3 gearboxes with each their own lever to pull and only switchable if the vehicle had a full stop, he didn´t remember how to do fancy gears with synchronization pieces that could be shifted whilst driving at any speeds and he had no oil at hand to do an automatic gear box, He also had no idea how to auto mate the pressure changes of such a gear box.
So, Karl-Heinz had the options of forward or backwards movement, disabling left track movement and disabling right track movement, What more would he need?
Nothing he tells himself, nothing at all. Then he can feel something pulling on his pants as his guards turned to be his crew, had entered the tank and one of them saw the half hard dong and was starting to get ideas.
Laka couldn´t see or intervene much as the Tank was cliche made for small people, only allowing Karl enough space as he made the driver seat roomier for himself.
At least the tank was as quiet as it could be, the tank treads rumbled over the floor, but every other aspect was a 99.9% perfect fit to each other with brand new ball bearings letting it all run smooth and moderately squeaking free.
As the tank trip drove on, two more entered the tank, namely a pair of floating clothes and piercings. The sound of dismay that echoed out of the tank at the view of Karl already being serviced, was carried forward by a frustrated Laka riding on top of the shiny driving box. Karl-Heinz himself added a few grunts when he shifted gears to get the direction to the entrance room corrected.
He had no idea where exactly he was or what direction he was driving, but his best guess was seemingly good enough as he formed an exit hole into the entrance room thru the defensive positions and the staircase on the side of the shooting field area. A few women were looking perplexed at the new machine, but recognized it as friendly with Laka sitting on top of it.
The scene hadn´t changed much since Karl had wandered off, there were still dead and dying strewn around, two women were caring an injured one into the bunker, where 3 women were standing guard to keep the bunker secure. But more blood had leaked out and turned the ground muddy red.
Seeing where they were now and realizing what Karl´s plan most likely was, Laka got right to do her job and stuck her head into the tank with a glare that could flash fry any who dare defy her will. “Get out of this box and back to safety, we can´t risk you at the front and we got enough other women to take over your new invention.”
Not spontaneously having grown more balls or the ability to use his currently caressed sets, Karl nods in submission to momma bear guard doggo waifu and starts to climb up out of the Tank thru a new hole he crafted for his exit. Waiting on top of where he was exiting, whit the help of a very worried Laka, was the Gohb tech lover.
“So how does it work????!!!” The sex goblin was almost vibrating in excitement of a new toy to try out.
Karl took his time to first fully exit, followed by needy moans of disappointment, as his half hard member unplugged from a head that couldn´t fit thru the one man exit hole. He then quickly explained the levers and the one foot pedal, which was just a big on off switch, to start the motor turning.
He then re-crafted the whole seat setup, so the half sized short stack could reach everything and still see where she would be driving. Then he got carried off by a very stressed Laka.
Laka first demanded that he close the Garage doors back up, which he did by resealing the exit tunnel with meters of stone again, then she dragged his still numb ass right back inside.
On their way to the fuck room for Karl´s newest set of “Time out” they walked past the mess-hall and ended up being followed by two rather bandaged extra wives who were that delicate level of too wounded to fight but not hurting enough to just try to sleep the pain away.
Seeing the two injured women and not technically have been ordered into time out just yet, Karl changes his rout and tries to be helpful in the again improvised sick bay. He still was numb, but he also still had the urge to be helpful, he couldn´t not be helpful or he would be abandoned and or a burden on his society.
So, entering the mess-hall and taking another drink from the next distraction drink that Laka had provided, he saw that there was nothing he knew how to help and gave up that plan, instead sitting down in the corner on a freshly crafted bench and feeling sorry for himself.
The room itself was rather quiet as not many wounded either got brought back yet or have yet to be created. So, Doc and the few other short stack wives were mostly milling around and checking the ones that were already treated. The other resident group of women yet to be integrated seemed to have left to make a run for freedom or to fight under Sarsa´s command, Karl couldn´t tell.
He could have helped or maybe crafted more tools to help, but he was mentally not fully there anymore.
So Laka and his wounded honor guard made up a shield around him, with their bodies almost touching him.
Still being in desperate need of distractions, Karl then started to play around in the stone again and this time he made Lego blocks. But Legos are the creation of perfection of precision plastic crafters, and Karl was just playing around with stone. So, he made a few blocks that would fit together nicely but lack that light flexibility of plastic and not stick together properly if lifted or shaken around.
So, he trashed that idea by shoving it aside and instead made plan figures to shove over tactical battle maps.
Not much more happened for a long time, some wounded got brought in, patched up and most often walked back out again as every able hand was needed. Except for Karl-Heinz sorry VIP ass, who was just too sexy and more importantly irreplaceable rare compared to every other desperate super model porn star in his Harem or orbiting around him.
Lucky for all of them the call for Karl to cover them back up again was faster than his melting mind had time left before he would break down again. So, he resealed the entrance, but slower than when he opened it and then collapsed half way back down the walk to fuck room into a crying inconsolable mess.