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Chapter 47 : Campsite One / Working Day

Laka let Karl-Heinz fuss a few hours over making defenses and other related things, before approaching him again instead of just following. “You should take a break, you usually want to eat lunch around now.”

Being halted in his efforts to make trenches with just the right lay out to protect from artillery shrapnel, which hasn´t been seen once by him yet, his mental distraction comes to a stop long enough for him to hear his own belly rumble at him. He was also thirsty.

So the two quickly walked back down into the bunker as people around them worked away at securing wood and manning the defenses and observation points. Scouts had went out to do scouting again.

They went back down into the rather well lit bunker, less volume and rooms lit with the same amount of magic ever shining lights, meant that each room had more theoretical light to go around.

In the mess-hall the designated cooks had prepared some food. Not many where eating as most where out and about and these women still all only needed to eat half, if not even less, of what Karl should eat to not lose weight.

Looking down on himself, he could see that his belly had gotten smaller over the months he had spent in this world. He also could see that his left arm had atrophied a bit from being used way less than what was normal. The last thing he noticed was that he did get stronger everywhere else from the daily high intensity exercising he was doing. Push ups, even with only one not supported arm, where never this easy for him.

That still left the now persistent issue of the food tasting bland as drywall and no solution in sight. He hadn´t done any much mining past his first find of that iron ore vein, back in the first bunker. There just always was something else useful to do or someone fluffy keeping him on track and distracted away from his misery.

“Laka, I love you, thanks for trying to keep me sane.” He said her way with no emotion, no context and in-between two bites of what looked like a hardy thick stew.

Thus shocked her so much in a good way that her hair stood up like a surprised scared cat, doubling her not clothes volume, making her freeze in the overwhelming confusion of fully needing to process what just happened.

While Laka was stiff as a board, Karl continued eating away at his meal, taking his time, enjoying the calm of not being to crowded. Before his world turned to fur as he got hugged into the most touched of the breasts that where in his harem.

He didn´t struggle, the Lopen woman was bigger and stronger than him even if he had two arms for his full use available. The next thing he sort of noticed past the fur based contamination prison suit was two big lips pressed against his head, him having been moved upwards in the cleavage to have the head accessible.

“I love you too my baby, please never die on us, we all need you to be the happiest man to spoil.” The hug was hard enough to crack ribs if not for the protective surrounding mammarian flesh.

“You are also the only fuck around here on the front that is able to be had!” Came in an attempt of support from somewhere in the cooking staffs direction.

Laka ignored the side comment and instead sucked him dry of air in another big long kiss. Achieving to making herself woozy from the intensity and the pheromones in his body liquids.

She was in fact so overwhelmed from the situation, that she actually swooned and sank down to the floor, unintentionally pinning the man of her never even hoped for dreams under herself. No Tris was close by to single womanly free Karl. The woman that where close by in form of Sara and some random wives, were to unsure of themselves to try anything or even coordinate.

Karl-Heinz tried to call for help, his attempts at struggling free died in the soft yet firm flesh of the goddess alien woman, his pinching attempts died in the thick fur and cloak, his attempt of a car jack with the metal of his prosthesis sunk and disappeared into the cleaved room that he had not filled out.

So he was heating up as the hugging arms did cover a good portion of his torso and minimizing the amount of heat loss to the stone floor.

Laka was drunken on emotions and love, to the point of mumbling and periodically squeezing her hug a bit stronger.

Karl was also struggling to breathe, with his head in the thick fur and no way out.

Giving up on struggling free, he managed to take a rather forced moment to relax and calm down. This gave him the mental free room to stop looking at this issue to narrow minded and instead use the plentiful material around him. He had been to much slipped into the mindset of a character from a story or game with only carried along abilities.

Now he used the rock on the ground below him too dig a ditch and raise a slope. Making it so that he and Laka rolled over with him on top and now seen by the world of onlookers, who had by now formed a nice circle around them, some again being a bit more sexually agitated than Karl-Heinz liked to notice.

Still rather hard to hear and very much death grip hugged from Laka, his helpless flailing of arms and legs was noticed by the onlookers. So Lucy came up and not so gently kicked Laka in the side of the head.

The impact was hard enough to get her confused, but seemingly not too hard to make her unreasonably mad or injured. Laka shook her head, stopped her cooing and opened up her grip to release Karl-Heinz.

He himself struggled his way out of the soft love trap and got some helping hands to stand back up, whilst Laka was processing the moment and seeming to recheck her conclusions a few times. When Karl was sitting on his seat and continuing to eat the supposedly healthy drywall stew, Laka had moved to the other side of the table and into his view.

With a proper bow so deep that one couldn´t be sure how she balanced that pose of a quadruped on only two legs, she tried to apologize. “I am deeply sorry, my emotions got the best of me and it seems that I too am not as resistant as I thought to your charms. Just that I am likely more composed to your erotic allures than your emotional ones.”

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The crowd of on lookers persisted, Laka stayed in that bowed pose and Karl-Heinz again had one of his social blind moments and continued eating without knowing what or even that something was expected off him. Unlucky for all, the one who would usually point that issue out to Karl, namely one of the inner circle of trusted wives, was the one who given the offense made, was unable to inform him of his needed action.

The surrounding bystanders where split into slightly malicious glee of seeing the fun police suffer in her prolonged shame and the ones to socially paralyzed to approach the mythical noble male entity that connected all their lives together in them mythical ways of promised sex and babies.

That was until Tris walked by, saw the immobile Laka, the shuffling crowd, the oblivious Karl-Heinz almost done eating and had to ask. “What are you all doing?”

This earned her the confused look of Karl, just as the last spoon of food entered his mouth. No one else wanted to break the moment and so after the usual longer than necessary wait, Karl answered. “No idea, Laka got a bit to huggish and now is not stopping her bowing for some reason.”

This spurred Tris into joining in as a active participant of this theater scene performance. She walked over to the still not relaxed Lopen and started to violent and roughly tickle her. The fur and clothes where a more than excellent protection against any attempts Tris could make without shaving and stripping her down to pure skin, still it was enough of a disturbance to force her to lose her pose and end up needing to catch herself on all fours.

Grinning at the goal of annoyance achieved, Tris walked over next to Karl. “You seem to be done with food. I got questions to ask! Or rather I spooked the T-Benchers into making guns and they won´t hand them over without you first looking them over. Or rather Some want to test them, some are uncertain. But one squealed to Vaskra or Sarsa and they demand you to look them over.”

Karl-Heinz having no urgency over his own actions simply got gently pulled to his feet and then tugged along behind the fluffy land shark, both being followed by Laka and the entourage of now interested in guns bystanders.

The current workshop was the corner of the store room closest to the train wagon. Boxes and improvised workbenches aliened in a fort formation for quick and fast access to all available resources at hand.

As the most knowing, he ,the chief engineer, was already long awaited and expected, the guns where still being tinkered on as this family had discipline in as much supply as Sarsa was able to suck and spray around out of a cup with a half soggy paper straw.

So Vaskra was here as that dribble of discipline was needed up top to get that mess organized, that could lead to them finding a way out of the war zone. But Vaskra seemed to be enough of an officer now to be able to get respected and her orders heard. They weren´t goofing off in stupid ways and the group was rather orderly.

The following crowd disrupted that feel of calm quit effectively though. Entertainment was presented and mumbling started to rise and bets seemed to start to happen in the background.

Needing a prompter, Karl-Heinz was standing there unknowing of what to do, Tris half nudged, half dragged the man over to the first weapon set up.

“Let start with the most fun looking one, what is it and what is it supposed to do?” Tris asks the woman who had the biggest and most “stuff hanging out of the side of this contraption” looking thing of them all.

She answered with. “Well this is a fold-able grenade launcher.” Struggling to lift the lump of metal with odd design choices, she unfolded and clicked it into position. The assembled machine was looking like a belt feeding crossbow for shooting ball ish shaped objects instead of bolts.

Before Karl could even get over his own social pause, the defense already started up. “I haven´t gotten the belt feeder mechanism right yet and I didn´t even start on how to get the grenades primed when they fire as part of the firing itself. The bowstring needs to be pulled back with a lot of force so only Tris can use it with her strength.”

“Damn well as it should be! I wanted that feature.” Tris interrupted and grinned at everyone.

“Looks complex.” He comments without emotion, then he looks it over, fiddles a bit on the movable parts and a too long for comfort time later he turns and says. “You could maybe make it work, I don´t know how to now. Maybe start with a simple version and upgrade from there?”

A short moment later Karl had crafted a mock version of the grenade thrower in crossbow version and with a spiral spring version. Both versions had a indent to hook something like a pulling pin into.

Walking away from that first weapon, the group went on to the next one, a four to one barreled laser rifle. “The laser should fire a continues beam out of the four barrels that then get redirected into the same central barrel. So that you get a endless stream of laser, without the rifle overheating or the magazine pack going empty to fast.”

Doing his thing of looking it over and being expected to say something, he comments. “Looks good, maybe you can reduce weight by getting rid of more unneeded parts of the strapped together guns. Well I can´t think of this going wrong too bad, How did you make the what ever to redirect the shots at the top?”

At this something in the woman´s brain snapped together in realization and she got a horrified expression on her face.

Karl being oblivious just handed the gun back and walked on whilst that weapon got opened up and worked over a bit.

Weapons number three and four were not worth much comment and he just nodded along and enjoyed the creative bigger barrel laser rifle and the Rail-gun with a smaller caliber but longer tipped ammunition.

The last one turned out to be a trench tool with folding stock and some Swiss army knife features like one side of the shovel having saw-blade teeth.

“Did Tris request the shovel too?” Karl asked Vixa the maker of this creation.

Before the still beaten blue, seems she gotten some more from the other wives than just her lashes, Vixa could answer, Tris leaned in with a big grin from above and said a calm. “Yes.” Then the Cannidor grabbed the shovel and tried to swing it around a bit and really stress-tested the tool for balance, weight and stability against the stone floor.

“Did she really want a shovel?” Karl asked again in confusion as that thinking did not fit into his imagined archetype of the big Adrenalin addict.

“Yes she did, not so much a tool for everything, but she wanted a few tools and possible close range weapons. You also had rambled on a few times over these Switz army tools, so I tried to make one of them. Was an easier task than playing around with the rifles non of us even understands more than how to point and shoot.”

“I disagree!” came from the woman who was still tinkering on the 4 to 1 redirection tip.

“So next you start making crowbars and drill-bits for the different machines I had already made? Oh! I could get you all to make a hand power drill to get you to make small electric motors. And useful combination of things.” Karl was even a bit glowing with some happiness at his idea to challenge the T-Benchers in a creative and hard way.

This expression of happiness from the man made everyone who saw it, melt down in awe and shared in his emotion. At least until the T-Benchers near by realized what he just said and managed to connect the dots of how much complex hard work that meant to them in their near future.

The rift of adoration and dread only grew in the onlookers, as Karl set up a quick crafted display of things they where now expected to reproduce themselves.

He went the next step still and set up a wall of stone, crafted from the ground upwards, to miss-use as a presentation board. Hanging up the different parts of a hand drill with motor, a small gear box, a drill chuck, an old design drill chuck that one needed a special key for and would always be the version that could be closed tighter than the newer design, he has had dreaded at all is work with hard to drill materials in hand held drill work, and the magazine catch of a the standard battery pack with a bit of wiring and a on of switch trigger.

All in all broken down and with some comments engraved around it all as a school science fair display of a dissected drill for others to learn from and in this case reproduce. He did not have the materials at hand so it was mostly stone and non functional.

The workforce was still stunned at the looming task until Tris came back from her swinging test. She handed back a very abused and no longer save to even hold entrenching tool. “Good thing, can you make more for everyone and can you also make the shovel blade a bit more sturdy to not bend that easy?”

Before any answer could be given her look shifted to what her Husband was doing and smelled new entertainment to be had. “What is that?” She asked whilst moving her head over Karl´s own head and gently laying a hand on his bad side shoulder.

Unable to answer fast enough as he was still undisturbed from double and triple checking his task board idea, Laka jumped in for him. “He said it is a power-drill or it seems like a new task for the crafting force to train on to make.”

“What is it supposed to do?”

This time Karl did manage to get an answer out. “It is supposed to turn stuff, so you can make straight round holes anywhere or you can quickly screw and unscrew stuff.”

Half cutting Karl-Heinz off, Tris had the next bright idea for one of her most favorite toys in her arsenal. “Or you could make it spin the Gatling-gun crank that I may wield the thing one handed!”

Walking around, whilst pushing him slightly away from the display board, Tris looked at him on eye level in his face. “Why didn´t you make the Gatling that way from the start?”

Unperturbed and taking this critic much much better than expected he smoothly answers. “It is very finicky to get right and then I simply didn´t think it was needed. They work fine now and other stuff needed to be done and we where also training new workers.” Came blurting out of him as if it just vindicated a defense he had internally prepared for weeks if not months by now.