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Chapter 41: Get together questioning / Dead by discussion

“Then why didn´t you all build stronger bigger lasers to shoot back at what or whoever is shooting at you down here? Why not try to develop in secret ways to better do war or protect against that orbital bombardment? Why not fight back?” Karl-Heinz reflexively asked back at the revelation of outside interference of off planet influences,

This got most of the crew present thinking, but Tris cut straight to her version of an answer. “Why fight back? For me life is easy and fun most of the time and not much out there that can actually kill me, also the front-lines are not much of a threat to the back-lands, that have a mostly undisturbed life. Well unless someone tries to invent something there and gets rained on for it.”

For that disregard of all the others present suffering Tris earns the ire of all minus one pair of eyes.

Being mostly immune to critic she doesn´t agree with, Tris just leans back and starts to bored clean her teeth and claws.

Having a too big of a pause in this conversation, Karl crafts and throws a paper plane shaped piece of stone, that does glide well enough but crumbles down on the floor, once impact is made. The resulting rubble and Karl´s re-crafting won over the attention of everyone back to him. He was occupied and happily distracted with his newest brain fart and thus was busy experimentally trying to remake air-plain wing-shapes he remembered.

“Do you know how to make air-plains?” Sarsa carefully asked.

“Yeah, a bit, not that hard to figure the basics out, I guess. Where I lived that was sort of common knowledge of how to make paper plains and I know how to make engines and propellers. I give no promises on fancy fliers like mono wing plains or helicopters!”

Tris then piped up again. “I want the biggest gun to be on that air-plain! I am calling in my favor or reward for that one!”

“You don´t have a favor or not sex reward to do that though.” Doc commented.

“Then I just call in the one I will get next to do this!” Tris shot back.

“Shush both of you, we don´t need air-plains, we need resources and a save spot to live. Provoking the rain of heaven is neither helpful nor does an air-plain bring us closer to any goal whilst supplies still can be raided or traded from whoever sets up camp above us next.” Sarsa then shifted her attention to the less active wives of the conversation.

The Gohb got restrained and gagged at some point and was vibrating with excitement or frustration of not being allowed more questions.

Doc was observing and didn´t had much to say yet that would help, so she was quiet and waiting for when she would be needed, aside from keeping order by gagging someone to excited,

The two yet unknown wives were pondering the situation. Karl had no idea who they were and why they were even present in the first place. Both of them had the generic soldier clothes on and were as bland and fitting in in this alien world of porn star aliens as they all were.

Scavera was a floating collection of clothes, but she had a question, to a bit back on track topic. “Tris, when did the rain start on your end? With my nation it usually started when the projects where first rolled out of the workshops or labs for tests, but not when they were but together. Also, as far as I heard the rain also needed some time even after the prototypes were revealed. But then after it started, every other iteration or workshop connected to the prototype would be rained on.”

“Uuuuuh, I don´t know that detail. We got told why we don´t have more fancy weapons and that was about it. No one in the Cannidor squads ever asked for special armor as our fur is laser and most heat immune so we never needed it.” Tris answered half distracted from her last demands.

Sarsa took back control in that moment of calm to get back on task. “Good to know” She dismissed them all and then turned back to Karl-Heinz. “Now honey, let’s say we first move our base away from the front lines we are currently stuck at. How would you be able to help with that? How could you help with moving all our food, water, tools, maybe even a way to create more food and water or preserve the food from spoiling?”

Answering again on auto pilot, Karl says. “We could can the food, as in boil it sterile whilst encased in a tin or glass that prevents germs from entering. We could dry it and keep it dry. We could build a train or railroad wagons to easier push our stuff around, maybe not even needing to leave behind anything at all. For water we could just dig for new spots of ground water where we are going, but no promises on how to turn salt water drinkable without doing complex stuff.”

The Gohb again was fighting to throw in her questions, but this time the bindings and gag denied her the ability.

Scavera did have a point to ask. “How loud would a train be? After all we wouldn´t want to be followed around by whoever is or will be now above us.”

After a short thinking process, he answers. “Not too loud when we don´t drive that fast and I manage to figure out some noise canceling tricks from engineering.”

He gets a skeptic seeming look from the floating hoody, but it could also be a questioning one, hard to tell with an invisible head. Not trying to guess or understand that gesture or expression, Karl-Heinz waves at Sarsa to continue the flow of this session.

“Given how often we get threatened in this spot and that now we got enough stock piles for a while, we will relocate our base away from the front lines and more towards peaceful back lands. We got the looted maps to orient us by.” Before Tris could fire up complaints, Sarsa added. “We will leave the tunnel we escaped thru open for a while to fool the ones above about or move. Let’s say for a week, then we will hopefully have a new entrance fully established with the old trade deals going strong.”

This did not calm Tris main concern bluntly enough so she had to voice it. “I want to have fights! Not to save hubby, but that would be nice, but fights to squish weaklings and to stay on top of the game! I can´t go dull. I need to stay fit, for hubby!”

As most don´t share that kind of mindset and even fewer share and agree with that kind of logic, silence came upon the room. A mist of silence long enough for Karl to spitball solutions. “We could set up a gym for you to train on machines and maybe set up a sparing ring with non-deadly fights.”

Sarsa, quick on her tail, pointed her tail at Tris to try and reestablish her position as conversation leader.

Tris for her part needed a few more moments to think that thru.

Karl also got another idea to add on top to try and further refine his first solution. “We could also add armor and blunt weapons or training weapons with dust or paint or what not to simulate injuries or make an area and try to make non deadly guns for army training of shooting and fighting missions.”

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Tris was still thinking so Sarsa took over and added her comment first. “That sounds lovely, but that will need to happen sometime after we managed to reposition to a saver location, no need to waist the effort here.”

Not sure on how Tris is feeling, but understanding Sarsa as giving a yes, Karl-Heinz crafted a set of training weights with different masses to them on the floor next to Tris siting position.

As the crafting process works somehow without friction and thus is a mostly silent affair, Tris fails to notice the gift. Her focus instead is on the people in the room and her head in her arms getting a frustrated bored again.

So, Karl points down at the weights. Tris misunderstands the pointing direction and reacts with “Sarsa I am not bothering you so keep your tail to yourself.” Which confuses everyone and Karl-Heinz continues pointing.

Sarsa quickly again spotted the issue and corrected it by. “Husband made you some training weights.” Lifting one of the weights with her tail onto the table in front of the Cannidor.

Returning back to the task at hand, Sarsa then says. “So, our current plan will be to relocate to the ones who were more friendly with us. We will leave this outpost behind as a distraction. If needed we can go to the other side and raid or just steal supplies from the ass hats that wanted to just dominate our husband.”

This sparks a neuron activation within the only Male´s head. “Why not turn the whole base into a long big train and stay mobile as needed. We wouldn´t move that fast with that much weight, but we could tunnel around the world to where ever we then want or need to go. The railroad tracks would just be part of the simplistic tunnel I carve as we move.”

“That is a nice idea but we should rather focus on staying on good area and see how the situation develops from there. We will have a lot of kids to raise soon enough and I want our family to not constantly worry about how good or bad the next train stop will be. Maybe we can even help one side to end the war?” The Nagasha said with a soft smile aimed at Karl-Heinz.

This gave him a lot to think and wanting to comment, until the baby part was mentioned. Karl´s thoughts derailed and his brain just short circuited. Now he was just blank staring at nothing as he got hit by something so unexpected for him that he just shut down.

In fact, this revelation hit him so suddenly that he even had a facial expression clear enough to read that his wives managed to pick up on it. Being the most straight forward of the whole lot, Tris put down her in use training weight and picked Karl up into a boob suffocating hug with one of her arms and gently petting his head with the other arm.

He did not react or resist, but Tris soon got followed by Sarsa and turned the loving pair into a snake coil tire-stack looking arrangement. Closely followed by all of the other women present, turning the lump of caring bodies into a mountain of supporting love.

None of which reached Karl-Heinz as his surprised triggered another mental breakdown so unexpected that he just froze up and is now retreated far into the security of suppressing everything and ignoring everything else.

He did enjoy the warmth for a bit, until he started to sweat rather hard from the still present stress and the combined body heat of the cuddle hill.

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The discussions went on with him catatonic in bed with Tris and Sarsa holding body contact with him. Progress seemed to have happened but he didn´t notice any of it. The stress of this breakdown even had his ears ringing in tinnitus, like when he was a stressed kid.

As he moved his head to look around again and try to get back in control of his own body, it got noticed immediately and before he was fully back, all eyes were on him.

Not knowing what to do, not feeling good, not wanting to be under pressure, he swings for escape and tries to shrug off this responsibility. “I am not a good father, I won´t be of any help to raise good kids or to get them to not be fuck ups like me. Please keep me out of raising kids!” Having tears run down his face as his emotions catch up to him in a new not catatonic way.

From somewhere Laka´s hand appears to wipe away some of his tears with her fur. She then gently pets his head and says, “We know you struggle with yourself, you don´t need to take care of the pups or other young ones when they come. We need you much more as an engineer to make us tools and weapons so we can stay save.”

This was by far the most perfect thing ever said to defuse Karl-Heinz current emotional duress. He immediately cried less hard, still his pessimism had a hard stranglehold on his emotions so he had to counter with. “But I am training you lot. You will not need me forever! You will replace me when the time comes and I break down again!”

A palm slapped his head hard enough to make his skull ring a bit. Laka then got loud. “Stop whining! You are a man and thus Irreplaceable! Also, you are getting better slowly. So, you will stop having break downs eventually. Also, we are all bonded to you.” She half lied to him, they all believed he was a stagnant if not worsening mental case, but he still was irreplaceable and thus worth every struggle they did and put up with for him and more.

“It seems as if Laka here knows how to care best for our husband. So, we will give him some room. You are all dismissed! Get back to the party and tomorrow, after cleanup we start with our current plan preparations.” Sarsa commanded and waved everyone to leave. She then faced towards Laka and said. “Try and find some help in caring for Karl, you also need your free time and I can see yourself pushing your limit.”

Laka nodded at the Nagasha´s comment and continued to gently pet and hug the crying husband against her fur, Everyone else was leaving the room when Laka remembered a detail to share to Sarsa. “Oh, I got a helper in mind, just haven´t had the chance to fully test her yet.”

Karl-Heinz having recovered enough to try and be social again then asked. “Who? Is it the three-armed rabbit woman or one of the many odd haired normal human looking women? Is it one of the invisible lizards?”

“Shush you will know her soon enough, you maybe have not properly meet her yet, we are getting into not bachelor ranges of marriage, but we still need more wives to be a true family or at least to have enough women to pull their weight to become a secure family against the war outside.” Tris was gently petting his head and giving him gentle kisses to reassure him.

Not knowing what to do, but starting to feel sick from being cooped up in his room and constantly lying in bed, Karl gets up and after a quick clean and check that he is fully dressed, he exits his room into the rest of the party.

Laka wanted to stop him, but was unsure if that was actually a good or a bad thing to do. To her he seemed ok enough to be able to handle himself for now, so instead she just trotted along behind him thru the crowd on all fours.

Karl had a simple plan. A plan that would turn into a crowd attraction once again, but that just meant that he would need to make a bigger room for said plan. He went to the now half abandoned part of the bunker, they did not have enough rooms for everyone new to claim and sleep in in their older structure plan.

Once there he Changed the room lay out completely, shifting it all from cramped small almost prison like bunk rooms over to a wide-open cavern with regular support pillars holding the rock above from falling down. This took him a few minutes to pull off, enough time for a crowd to follow him in and slowly fill the room.

Next came the important part, gym machines, he filled the room as full as he could with these simplistic mechanical contraptions, he cannibalized left over uniforms for ropes and managed to make most everything else out of stone.

The adjustable weight blocks were made size wise on feel, the ground was all rock and the seats too. He had not asked for any help and thus didn´t feel like cannibalizing more of the random possessions laying around for more fancy luxuries.

Except for the weights, no one knew what they were looking at. No one knew if the magical axiom adept husband even was done with his plan, thus they all stayed careful in their curiosity. Until Karl-Heinz sat down on an arm press machine and started moving the arms, letting the weight go up and down with each move.

After a bit of hesitancy, others joined in, many in front of Karl-Heinz to show of how good they could lift heavy things, put them back down and how good their butts, backs and racks looked whilst doing so.

This didn´t bother Karl all too much, he had his eyes on Tris and if she was enjoying the gym. But as Tris had gone back to someplace else and still was rather wounded, he was focused on his repeating movements of his body, training his use of his reshaping prosthesis and to keep in motion to keep his head from the next emotional crash.

All in all, it was a great enough time for everyone. Idiots sorted themselves out thru shame of failure of a challenge of strength in front of the one man. People with too much energy could blow off steam in repetitive tasks. Karl managed to keep his body busy and over that method kept his head from spiraling.

Of course, there was an orgy of masturbation and lesbian licking in the corner of the room as Karl-Heinz sweat send many of them over to many edges.