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Chapter 40: Rewards earned / Get together questioning
All good things must end or they go the way of the milk and start to turn sour.
Lucky for the wives, first wife had their backs and busted their little reverse gang bang before Laka had to do so. She slithered into the fuck room, took a few seconds to observe the gaggle of women in their various states of undress and self-pleasuring haze, gave a telling glance at a relaxed unobservant Laka high on pheromones and called it quits. “Laka this is enough, Husband needs some rest.”
This managed to refocus the self-rubbing Lopen back into focus and realizing her error. So, she went to work, got off the ground and onto two legs, then she started slapping people back to their senses and some of their seats. To then bark, kick, drag, order them out of the room. She followed them out leaving Sarsa alone with Karl, who was now able to collect his thoughts magic clean himself up and get into a more comfortable position on the bed to relax a bit.
Sarsa loomed nearby with her torso until he settled in on the bed fully, then she opened with what she actually wanted to discuss. “You know things about war that I don´t know. You got weapons ideas that are better than what we had seen in war. So, I came to actually ask what else you can share or maybe make. But I guess you would like some rest from all that attention first.”
“No no! I will gladly talk” came the frightening eager quick reply from him. Before Sarsa could say more in reaction, Karl started to poor out what his mind had collected in military knowledge. “So, this war looks very much like a world war one scenario of my home planet.”
Running out of steam, because of lack of clear direction, Karl-Heinz gave pause and had to think about where to start his grand nerd ranting tale, only to get that needed time by Sarsa calling out the door for a few wives that he didn´t properly hear who was. Returning back to him, the Nagasha gestured for him to continue, which meant he mentally was unprepared and did the trained reaction of “What should I talk first off?”.
“Then let’s start with tactics, what do you know that could help us in our small numbers to survive or maybe flee to a safer place with peace.”
“Eeeeh, that hasn´t really happened often, at least in a grand bombastic way that I could have seen when I was bored and watching videos to banish my boredom and learn stuff from the historians talking. Soooo I would guess we just dig in or start to migrate someplace saver, hell islands are very defensible and would be a good place to just be left alone, I think. I could dig a tunnel rather quick in whatever direction we want to go.”
Not thinking that this was the end of his knowledge, Sarsa gestured him to continue onwards, which he didn´t understand, which lead to her spelling it out. “Carry on, you do know more about it I believe.”
“Eeeeeeeh, we could also tunnel down and become a village deeper in the ground, buuut we would need some way to refresh air and a way to grow food. We could also try and go into space, leave the planet, but we would need to find a way to refresh air and build a way to leave the planet in the first place. We could maybe migrate to someplace else and constantly raid different parts of the nations before then again moving on. Weeeee couuuuld …. “Then he paused his idea spit-balling and just thought.
He thought hard and uninterrupted. “No that is all the realistic and unrealistic things I can think of for now.”
As he was still Karl-Heinz, Sarsa tried to keep him going and entertained. “So, what else can you think of to make us saver? Aside from relocating.”
“We could get more women, maybe go and establish a neutral recognized nation … maybe go and raid these other men and use them to get even more women to actually be able to hold a nation sized part of land.”
Before his ideas could derail into even harder or fantastical plans, the door swung open and in stepped the earlier requested crew of women.
Namely the yet not remembered by Karl Sex goblin mechanical enthusiast, Doc, Tris, Vaskra, two women who seemed to be chosen by Sarsa, but Karl-Heinz didn´t know yet and Scavera.
Trying to be nice Karl craft cheated a nice long bench for all of them to sit on and a table in front of it so they could do nervous paper shuffling if needed. None of the guests brought paper with them, but Tris got a bit bored and started to try and scratch marks into the top of her part of the table with her claws.
Once everyone was seated Sarsa then played her role of first wife and coordinator. “Our husband has knowledge or at least ideas of warfare and technology that has provided us with boons right from the start of our marriage, so I called this group hear to ask what more he may know and what you lot can add to maybe complete holes in how to achieve a technology to function.”
Everyone but a now half sleeping, slumped down on her table Tris nodded yes, the Gohb was even excited and almost vibrating, clearly trying to suppress some very burning questions very hard.
“So now Husband, to help me lead this family to long term safety, what ideas or knowledge do you have that you can share and you all” Sarsa using her tail tip to point at all the other wives. “Are going to stay quiet and not interrupt him, most of you know that he is shy in conversations so let him speak, this is important, you will get the chance to ask details after he finished a segment.”
This was less awkward to Karl than most encounters he had so far with all these aliens, which was extra awkward as he was technically the alien and he didn´t know that a conversation could be not awkward, especially with so many people involved.
His self-reflecting thoughts got interrupted by a gentle nudge from a tail-tip against his healthy arm. Not knowing how to start or what to start with, he just started with a stream of thought ramble and hoped that any of that could end up helpful. “This whole war or what I got to see from it so far, is a biiiit much like what I learned about the first world war on earth, were I come from and was having a lonely sad life. This war was mostly fought in Europa, a continent with the most industry and highest level of technology and most splintered nations at that time. So, every nation picked one of two sides and then when the war started turned the continent into a massive industry for war.”
He took a short pause as a glass of water was nudged against his arm, held by a tail tip. Karl nodded his thanks, drank it in one go and ignored the almost hopping Gohb as he rambled on. “At that point in time industry and factories had gotten so good that they could mass produce weapons and ammunition en-mass and as a result the war that started with old rule of warfare with mass groups of people doing formation fighting, devolved into endless hand dug holes and trenches to hide in whilst big guns and machine guns tried to pick off whoever was forced to leave the trenches. Then they shifted to ever new ways of war with inventing new forms of weapons and slowly degrading their morals as fighting got more and more cruel and desperate for both sides.”
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Before someone could stop the Gohb, her excitement spilled over. “What kind of weapons!?”
Breaking Karl´s yarn of a tale he was starting to spin he fully embraces this bit of redirection away from history and over to technology. “They had mostly gunpowder weapons like rifles, single shot over longer distance than the laser things you all use, machine guns, kinda like the rail-gun Gatlings but you only need to aim reload and hold the trigger, no crank spinning, then they used airplanes to drop bombs or just shoot at other plains, they invented flame throwers to spew burning oil all over their enemies, they eventually got mortars as short ranged artillery, they had endless amounts of big gun artillery that could shoot for kilometers away, they also got poison gas going to just hope the wind would carry the poison to the other trench and kill them all.”
After a short break to think, as he lost himself in his own rabbit hole of unstructured rambling, he continues. “Oh, and tanks and grenades and hand-held machine guns. The war eventually got decided more by who could hold up the flow of men and material longer as in the grand scheme of things the weapons always quickly got countered or copied and not much change of the front line happened.”
Noticing the Gohb´s continued vibrating, Karl-Heinz managed to get the hint and went back to the weapons, a healthy grinning stare of Tris attention might have also influenced that. “So, the guns I talked about, I would need to try and see and test and work out how thick to make each part to make sure they don´t break and shoot straight. But I would need lots of explosives for the ammunition and I don´t know the chemistry for the gunpowder that is used on earth. I do know some chemistry for poison gas and that one can be gained out of salt. I could make more tanks and even ones that work smoother than the drunken distraction I made in the last battle.”
This made Tris jump her mind into the barely moderated discussion, earning her the shifted death stare of Sarsa, as she somehow tries to keep the established rules in place, but simply has no way to peacefully get them enforced on the towering legend of battle. “Wait, you were drunk???? You had been downing a bottle or two, but did that make you really finally get drunk?”
Being ever reactive Karl-Heinz then corrects his statement. “No, I wasn´t drunk, I had 4, I think, of these bottles and wasn´t even buzzed, this wine tastes good but I don´t seem to get drunk of it. So weak in alcohol.”
The unstoppable Tris, with a tail snaking around parts of her body, but not managing to keep that mouth shut, then goes forward with. “So how strong are your wines where you came from? How much per mill are in them?”
“Per mill? Eeeeh our Beers are around 5 percent in alcohol. Wine sits around 10% going up or down on a wine producer to type to plant used basis. Then we got distilled stuff that goes from 40% up to I don´t know how high in ethanol alcohol content.”
The restraining attempts of Tris stop, together with all other attempts at movement and the control of jaw muscles responsible for keeping mouths shut. The whole room, staring at Karl-Heinz in shocked disbelieve, as he just hinted at the alcohol resistance of Humans to alien races, who would become a toxic waste hazard to anyone trying to move the resulting corpse after just two shot glasses worth of high percent drinks.
Not knowing how to deal with the silence any other way, Karl-Heinz tried to carry on in his requested rambling. “So, the stuff I know about next would-be rockets, You take a payload of explosives, strap them to a rocket engine and let it fly at big targets that are normally hard to penetrate. The idea is to hit them with an explosion without needing to stick that explosion on the target. Also, when you go fancier and bigger than one could use rockets to leave into space or sho ...”
The rebooting phase after this shock over, Sarsa reasserted her presence and had to connect some more points to get a better picture. “Stop, Hubby, you said you are Human, not a Tret, but you look like a Tret and we never heard of the species called humans before.”
Not having heard a clear question and not having any faint whiff of a clue on how to prove he is a human compared to the race he has less off an idea about, Karl just starts to stare at the Nagasha with a blank face expression and in deep thought.
The silence doesn´t get to drag on long as the order of the room has degraded so far by now that it was a free for all speak as you, please arrangement by now, so Doc took the chance to try and be helpful for her husband. “He did take waaaaay more medicine to fall asleep than a Tret would and he eats so much food while getting thinner and he did drink that special wine like it is water whiteout getting drunk. So, he is special, aside from being a man and the skills and the things he knows.”
Feeling that this had side tracked them from their actual main goal long enough, Sarsa tried to get back on course, still being stared at from Karl. “Anyway, you were talking about weapons. What would you suggest we try to make and how would they help us to let’s say claim a piece of land or to do better raids for supplies?”
“To more or less protect a claim of land I would suggest bunkers and landmines and all the emplaced weapons from machine-guns up to artillery or anti-tank guns. This gets paired with observation systems of binoculars, radar, cameras and other stuff to see attacks coming before they are able to do anything. Buuuuut from all that fancy stuff I know how to do bunkers a bit and could figure out how to make the different guns. The computer systems or cameras or other fancier stuff is sadly beyond me how to do it, best I got is that the computer works in binary fast turning on and off of electrical signals in special patterns.”
Having a short thinking break he the continues. “To raid stuff, I would go with sub machine guns, camouflage clothes, body armor, shotguns. Generally, stuff to help get close, fight in close quarters and then be able to scare them into surrender or to kill them fast. Oh! Noise silenced weapons too would be good, but the laser rifles sort of are not that loud already.”
“From that batch I know again how to do most of it, buuuuuuut I know that concept from gunpowder guns and not for laser guns or rail-guns. Laser I could maybe make into sub-machine-guns, rail-guns I could turn into sniper guns. Yet without a source of explosives, I don´t yet know how to do shotguns.”
Lost in his own thoughts Karl-Heinz gets another idea and carries on with.” Oh, and we could build air-plains and dominate the sky! I can make engines; I can figure out how to shape the wings to generate lift and these rifle batteries are somehow self-recharging so fuel is also theoretically infinite. But it would start off with small planes big enough for only one or two of us and then I would need to work and test my way up to bigger ones and bigger pay loads.”
Then he looked over all of them and asked. “Why didn´t you girls use plains? They are not that hard to invent and are the best advantage against stiff defensive lines to scout or just drop shit on them from above. “
Given a stated question, given a pause of his rambling and given that Sarsa was lost in deep thought trying to find an answer to that question herself, Tris to the stage as the ex special forces soldier in the know of the officially stated answer to that question. “The plains get shot down when they got tested, we never managed to make them and then survive the rain of heaven flattening the test site where they were made and tried out.”
“What do you mean rain of heaven?” Karl asked rather confused at that statement.
As Tris seems to be the only one present that was high ranking and important enough to know details about this issue, all eyes went to her, which made her feel pride as unlike their husband Tris enjoyed attention. “It is just a name that has been around for basically ever now. Whenever something gets worked on that is not approved of the heavens or whoever is up there, it starts raining explosions until the nation stops doing that thing or the people and the project or action are turned to burned dirt. The reason why it isn´t only one side getting rained on is that we see the other side getting rained on too and that they also got no air-plains or more fancy stuff than we did.”
“Got it, need to find a way to protect against orbital bombardment when doing tech in the open.” Karl commented and went into pondering.
The flow of the conversation died down again as he was busy cooking up the next wisdom to sort of share and the rest where a bit stunned by hearing these half secret truths and to not interrupt the prickly source of information.
Then Sarsa remembered a detail she needed to share. “Didn´t Vaskra say you were stopped by the rain of heaven to fuck in a ruined abandoned village before you got to the military camp?”
“Wait that wasn´t artillery that leveled the collection of houses?”