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Chapter 48 : Working Day / Pushing Thru
Having again shown how odd and depression defensive his mind is, there is a conversation in the background behind Tris going on between Vaskra, Laka and some bystanders.
“Do you think we should force him into too do more happy thoughts?” Vaskra asks.
“Don´t you dare try that! He is struggling enough as is, he will get there when he gets there.” Laka whisper growls back.
“Girls, he is wound up like a land mine. He gets pushed on the button and goes off at random into all kinds of ways.” Gnag says, earning her a very angry glare from Laka.
To get the petty revenge Laka now desires for the saying of unwelcome truths, she orders the women. “Go and do your job!”
To witch Gnag shrugs, nods and walks away, most likely to get a nap as she didn´t have any job to do currently and was kept as a reserve person.
“She was right though.” Came from Vaskra, which earned her the glare of Laka, paired with some small tears of the bubbling sadness of that situation.
“I know. But we need him to get out of here, We are not save and we can try your idea or what ever else we can think off when we get out of the war zone. Now we need him stable enough to stay with us. Because he is teaching what he knows good enough, but it seems to not be taught in a week or a month. Hell even booth camp for holding the rifle right way round took 90 days. “ Laka deflates whilst saying that.
Slinking lower and closer with her head to Sarsa, Laka asks. “How much wine or good food do we still have around, for if he has another break down and we need him for an emergency?”
Sarsa having done a good enough job at keeping stock, has no problems to answer that. “We still could do that a few more times. Officers really like their stuff, we could even hold two or three more parties, depending on how wild they get. So don´t worry on that.”
To that Laka just nods and returns to the side of the lost in work mode Karl.
He was now busy watching over the new weapon creations being shoved to the side and them learning how to do hand held power tools. With the reason of feeling inspired, which was a reason good enough to even shut up Tris over not getting new toys to play with.
There was a bribe promise or favor extracted in that shutting up progress somewhere.
So now all the T-Benchers where either, working towards the ones, who have started to learn to reshape objects with their mind and the omnipresent axiom or where one of the lucky few, who had the ability in enough control to be the team leader of their little group project.
Karl-Heinz had wanted to have every single one to craft their own power drill, but the reminder that they would be moving and possibly mixing up and or losing all structure of this workshop, made him rethink that point to a more speedy version that would get everyone of his crafting wives involved.
So whilst they where crafting away, they did not have a viewing crowd. No viewing crowd despite the fast follow able progress being made and moments of smoke, sparks and fire.
The reason for that was, that Sarsa somehow managed to get a good enough course plotted and had ordered everyone to pack up again that they could leave. It was early after noon, most of their supplies and personal possessions where still on the train and they rather sooner than later wanted to leave the danger zone.
But not even half way thru the crafting task, Sarsa slithered up to Karl and collected him and the last remaining things to book it out of that temporary bunker home.
Feeling funny, Karl-Heinz left behind an engraving reading. ”To who ever may find this, enjoy the empty rooms and filled latrines.”
Still they left the station much richer in wood and moral. They also now knew which way to ride for some time, with the hope of having left the war zone completely by the time they would need to resurface again for new directions.
Karl was being distracted from his boredom of the tedious reshaping of the tunnel. this time at a good jogging speed slow, as they didn´t feel the need to rush into the next subterranean danger and no orbital bombardment or monster was chasing them yet. He was still being more on the bored side of things.
On can only stand so many card games or chess games, before the attention span wants something new. “How long until we reach the promised golden land, fertile black earth, plentiful horny sheep and the easy to raid gold filled monasteries?”
“Oh shush, we get to the saver spots soon enough” Laka answered whilst kissing his head, whilst sitting on the other side of the current chess board game.
“It will not be much saver there anyway, we will still need defenses given how often danger has found us on our short time together.” Sarsa quipped as she was resting in a pile of her own coils, staring at the distance traveled counter ticking up.
“We could go back and then wife up some more Cannidor bitches, that would help.” Tris blurted in, bored out of her mind with nothing to placate her, nor there being a reason to find something on the train to suppress her boredom.
Trying to be ever helpful, Karl suggested. “I could craft you a small rail wagon and you could take one of the other crafters to open up the few parts where the way back got closed. Then you could retrace our rout and go back to the first bunker to try and recruit wifes again.”
Jumping up from the floor with too much enthusiasm, lucky enough not enough to hit hear head, and screamed. “Deal!”
Only to be completely blocked by the withering glares of the T-Benchers, the thinning of wives suddenly having other important things to do at the other end of the train, more angry glares from Laka and the remaining wives and Sarsa showing up, as if smelling bad ideas a kilometer away in the making.
“No you may not kidnap unwilling wives to go and try to recruit more strong wives. They are here to escape probable bad faiths from officers feeding the war machine, not try a change of management that leads to the same result.” As the Nagasha spoke she smoothly slithered around Tris and was at the end laying around the Cannidor.
The objection was seen in advance and so Sarsa interrupted Tris attempt at a counter argument. “You will obey my wish! You can then try your plan when we reached a new permanent spot. But you will need to get their consent or my approval if the situation warrants it. Until then maybe show the other wives your strength trick or train that ability to a better degree.”
Deflated like a cat scratched air mattress, Tris trotted of to behind the locomotive and out of direct sight. Laka held her tongue, with nothing left needed to be said.
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Karl-Heinz mentally wondered how good one can hear things happening on the train, it was a smooth and very nicely silent ride from the train, but there where talking of groups and rushing of air noises happening.
´Maybe just being not focused enough to what is happening far away.´ Was his inner conclusion, as Laka gently nudged his cheek back towards the going game of chess.
The rest of the remaining days trip was lucky enough, mundane and boring. Again a cave was made, again the ventilators where set up to prevent suffocation.
Again every woman played out their quirks of character and personal interests against or with each other. Causing the leading two women the usual amounts of headaches, with the added bonus of the crafters spinning up a small extra income for making simple needed or requested equipment and objects for the yet unnamed exchange of money.
Adding also the annoyance of Karl a little bit as he was asked two times, once before bed and once before departure, to ensure the safety of the Tris requested exotic and hardly practical guns for their wielder and surroundings.
They departed as usual, continuing on their trip to the better life.
In the afternoon of that day. Karl-Heinz was chatting away with Doc.
The Kohb, sexy short stack Kobold look alike, wanted to taker her role as medical professional of the harem very seriously. She had little to no training beyond making the blood stop leaving the body, giving strong medicine in syringe form, which where 100% of the time different flavors of painkillers and changing bandages to make sure the wounds stayed clean and got some air.
Oddly enough to Karl, no one had ever thought about infections, no one even ever heard about it. “But infections happen all the time. At least where I came from. Most of the medicine I know is made and geared towards fighting infections of the body.”
“Yeah that sounds nasty, but it never happened to me or anyone I ever heard off. Something that seems like we maybe are just to good developed to need to care about?” Doc said whilst pushing out her chest to try and be sexy funny.
The joke did land, but was not enough to break Karl´s wall of emotional dullness. “That sounds like a way to explain it, but you are all different species, which would say it is less likely an explanation. Hell that just opens up more questions of how all your ancestors came into existence or did you all just get dumped on this hell hole … no this planet is nice and the climate is very nice too. Hmmmmm”
Doc knows him well enough that she just sat back and rummaged around with her own stuff as she waited for him to finish thinking or to get a gentle nudge to further extend the tunnel length.
The wait was rewarded with an answer. “No idea, not my problem, other stuff comes first. We should try and get chicken or other birds to lay eggs. Would be nice to have Waffles or food that has taste in general again.”
“Why do you not taste any of the flavors in our cooking? I understand the dried ration packs being bland and barren of enjoyment. Still the stews are very good and I most likely gained a bit of breast and butt size because of it!”
As Karl was again distracted by extending the tunnel again, a scream filled the tunnel, the train was brought to a controlled stop and Karl-Heinz lost his free movement privileges, as Laka grabbed him out of his throne and stuffed him into the windowless corner of the pill box, with her back playing his third wall.
Around him the chaos ordered itself into actions. Sarsa commanded the crowd. “Tris! Take five wifes and split up in the tunnel. Three go left, the rest goes right. Scout the tunnels we just dug into.”
Tris seems to have been on that task already, as quickly she stuck her head past Laka, giving a grin at Karl and blowing him a kiss. “Be right back! Maybe with presents.”
Laka for her part used her Shoulder to slam Tris head into the wall with a bit of force. “Work now, fun later, get to it.”
“Yeah get to it big girl, and drag back the wounded too!” Doc snipped in from next to Karl. He had no idea when she slipped into that spot or if she just got dragged along when Laka had grabbed him.
Not wanting to just be squeezed into a tight spot, he crafted himself and doc a seat.
“I don´t quite get why we are now backed into a corner, shouldn´t I go and reshape the tunnels to our advantage?”
Laka tried to turn around and answer that one, but Doc was already there and having her head on the right side of the meat shield to answer faster. “You tend to lose yourself to fast in details and we rather not have you get riled up over something now, when we still need you later on to get away.”
Trying to make her turning effort not a wasted one, Laka adds. “You also can take the break and rest your mind a bit to be fresh when we need you.” Giving his head a gentle petting, to try and comfort him. She turns around again and blocking off most of the noises and all of the views to Karl-Heinz.
Doc tries to chit chat with him some more, but he loses himself to his thoughts and does not reply to anything the Kohb says, until she gently scratches his cheek, whilst standing on his lap and almost having her breasts mush his face. “Listen! All is well, we are far away from the front line, we found some tunnels, nothing to bad will happen. Relax and we will get you when or if we need you. We all want to be save and happy, so let us worry and you can just coast along with us.”
He did not know how or why, usually the mention of him not being needed would be his sole focus out of anything else being said and rile him up into a near panic or even panic attack. Yet, the way the soft mammaries, the pressure of her feet on his lap like a big cat or dog, the gently holding of his cheeks in her clawed hands or a hundred other details, he didn´t panic.
He just calmed down and started to rub her back like one would a dog. His other hand did rub the back of her dog body guard, but her back was not fluffy due to her wearing covering sturdy clothes. Doc was wearing clean white almost dress like gowns.
He still was not happy with his time out and the possible dangers of the beyond, that may or may not contain dragons as the maps proclaimed. But he was sort of content to just sit and start a circle jerk petting session with Doc, Laka and himself. Laka didn´t show much reaction to her petting, but she most likely liked it, Doc seemed to just play along to make him happy.
After way to long of sitting around and just awkward petting and gently touching, Doc breaks the cycle and stops her part of the petting. Then she puts Karl´s hand off of Laka and her head and tries to continue something of a more normal interaction. “What do you think the tunnels are?”
“Ehhhhh, I have not seen how they look, so maybe mine-shafts?”
But before the conversation really could get rolling, Tris returns with a loud. “Buckle up! These are counter mining defenses! They heard us coming and are scrambling to put together a response team. We gotta get going.”
At that Karl-Heinz felt the train shake from Tris and the other scouts jumping on. Laka freed him of the small corner spot and moved him back to his spot of privilege and duty.
Sarsa was already there next to him barking orders. “We are gona break thru! Speed forward like when the rain chased us, Hubby can you please close the tunnels we found off as we pass them. Their may be more than just these.”
She then turned her torso away and to the back of the train. “You lot collapse the tracks tunnel behind us for a bit, we don´t want them to follow us.”
They where now moving forward again and as the Nagasha predicted, they passed thru more of these crossing tunnels. Three times they past them. Returning her focus back on Karl-Heinz, Sarsa asked. “Husband, can you please make a few zig zag turns that they can´t just dig straight after us. Try to stay straight overall afterwards.”
“Oooooh gona need to scout again when we finish this day ?” Tris threw in as she handed Karl a random steel sheet stamped helmet with headlight.
As he looks confused at her and the now on his head helmet, she adds. “Told you I get you a present and that was easy to grab on our way back.”
Trying to keep up with Tris, the other scouting wives also presented looted gifts. They where presented to him like one might try to present that commissioned mythical sword to the wealthy respected king in his throne room.
The effect was rather diminished by Karl-Heinz lacking regal expression, the lacking space for a grand entrance, the lacking space to display the gifts in a dignified manner, the lacking tact of Karl and the lacking tact of Tris laughing at the whole scene, where the mighty honored husband just stood around with a mining helmet crooked on his head, unsure of how to react, unskilled in reacting for the occasion and the five bombshell porn-star women squeezing in way to tight holding up random disused items they found in the tunnels.
But before Tris could go to hyping up by standing onlookers into joining in the laughing, Sarsa invaded the limited Airspace above them. “Not the time, not the place. Get back to your spots on the train. We need to make distance and distracting him this much is not helping.”
The train had already slowed down a bit again as they where coming closer to the current end of the tunnel.
Karl feeling ashamed of neglecting his important duty, immediately extended the tunnel again at a longer than usual distance.
This day was still going to be a long one it seemed.