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Chapter 49 : Pushing Thru / One Chapter forward
It was a long day indeed. A long night too, as service guaranties husband time. Which oddly enough turned into a bunch of quickies and then some attempts to connect deeper with Karl-Heinz.
The connection attempts failed from cringe chatting, where Karl just had no idea or skill to hold or support a conversation that is not nerd babble, to trying shows of skill and strength, which got smashed from Tris simply one upping every woman who tried to display anything, then ended in getting out the games and have him even craft some more games he could remember well enough.
So they all played a free for all game of Risk with 6 players on the earth game map, other maps are planned but have yet to be fully designed.
Eventually Laka shut them all down and shooed them out. He still worked a lot better when he got his sleep. Which lead to a late morning and a late breakfast for Karl.
Everyone else had already finished eating and where milling about waiting for him to enter the eating and gathering area of their current cave.
Laka was off duty, most likely sleeping. Tris was bored and insisting on being Karl-Heinz lap chair. Sara was standing guard. Doc was hidden in the crowd. Vaskra was in the distance collecting a few stragglers who should be there. Scavera was most likely lounging on his table, waiting to steal another kiss, but had not yet taken that chance. Vixa and Lucy were just part of the crowd.
Sarsa was sit standing in her normal snake pose next to the newest iteration of a blackboard. Ready to hold another morning update speech. “Morning everyone. We seem to be behind the defenses. We also most likely are not save yet. A days march is not a tall distance in the grand scheme of things for an army of this magnitude of this conflict. If we even managed to travel that distance.”
“So we are going to travel for two more days and then go and look around up top side again.” Making a short break she shifted a bit on the floor to a different position for her torso, leaning a bit away from the blackboard. “We also noticed that the pierced spies are no longer with us. When exactly they manage to sneak away I don´t know. Everyone else seems to still be here and there where enough chances to run in all the chaos of our Trip so far. May they find their own way and not come back to us.”
Lifting herself a bit higher again the speech went on to the more uplifting part. “Most important part of all! We made it out of the war zone. A dream that was once reserved for the highest of officers, crippled but not dead and the removal of the actual dead, is now ours!”
Raising her fist to the air, almost punching the ceiling of their current cave in triumph. Trying to get a cheer going, but no one knows that was expected off them, it whimpered out and didn´t manifest.
Still staying cool and caring on with as much dignity as the Nagasha could, she continued. “Seems like that is what I get for trying to drill discipline and calmness at every opportunity. You lot usually are a rather rowdy bunch to handle.”
This did manage to get her a few chuckles out of the crowd.
“Well this is basically it. Do your tasks and pass the time until our Husband.” This got cut of by a subtle growl not many could hear, from Laka emerging out behind the first wife.
Laka then finishes her sentence for her, “Until WE are all ready to depart. No pressure hubby, just take your time.” She smooches in his direction, while he had already started to eat faster and stuff his face. Not liking to be the one to hold up the whole show.
Laka´s attempt at correcting that mental miss step with their husband, sadly didn´t work, as he was now trying to stand up and almost choking himself to eat even faster.
He moved forward despite the best efforts of his wives to slow him down. No one was trying to pin him down like Laka sometimes did, as that would maybe do more harm than good.
Half way to the train and almost finished with his current serving of tasteless paste, he yelped in surprise, stumbled, continued a few half saving steps forward, discarding the rest of his food from his bowl and the bowl one self balancing arm swing later. The whole stumble ended with his body knocking over a brave and over eager wife trying to catch him, sending them both to the floor.
Most of that fall damaged got caught by a well cushioned butt, the rest got sucked up by forming bruises of the woman. Karl for his part was again laying on a willing eager sexy woman and grumbling into a impressive deep valley.
As the center piece of this family, Karl-Heinz didn´t get the chance to stand up on his own, instead he was quickly lifted by the second wave of helpers, then denied the ability to fix his own mess of discarded food and cutlery. Instead he was carried off and placed back onto his thrown on the front of the train.
The unsung hero breaking his fall left behind cursing her pain filled head and left to sort herself out.
Once he was patted down for injuries and some slight sexual contacts, the questions came from Laka. “Why do you rush yourself? We are not being hunted. You can take it a bit slower.”
Not liking that line of reason this question was heading down, He instead evaded to a different topic bugging his mind and field of vision. “The pop up shocked me and got me to stumble.”
Taking a close look at Karl´s eyes, Laka could see that they where illuminated much more than usual.
- You entered a new Area.
- Quest updated
- Railway to safety completed.
“The pictures a messing with me again and are annoying as heck. Don´t you guys have some form of EMP to kill what ever is flashing in my eyes?” He pleaded.
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The View he had enjoyed was blocked to 40% by the lights, as far as Laka guessed with what she could see in front of his pupil.
“What is an Eee eM Pee? So no, we don´t have that.” She answered, gave him a hug and continued on shadowing him as he made his way to the train.
“This makes me wish I had some of the science books from home here with me. I may not know how to do quantum physics or nuclear bombs or the stuff to set up either of the two examples. But with some nice pictures and text I sure think I could figure it out soon enough. Fuck, I hope we can have a nice mole city going once Sarsa deems the spot good enough.” He yammers whilst climbing the train and again being quickly surrounded by guards and opportunists.
While he was busy pitying himself, the ones around him tried to distract him, cheer him up or try to sneak some body fluids in form of kisses and more. They are kept in check by Laka and Sara.
But the only one to ever truly steal kisses, stole another kiss anyway. Scavera made herself known by getting visible with the lips touching again.
Still Karl-Heinz didn´t budge on his current rabid hole. “They know where I am, so they are tracking me. Otherwise they would not update my Hud with stuff that are dependent on my location.”
“Shush, we get that stuff also sorted when we are able to be set up better,” Scavera tried to sooth, she managed to avoid Laka´s wrath, but not the removal of her way to close head from his face.
Scavera also didn´t manage to break his funk, as he still was grumbling to himself. “And as they know where I am, they may also be guilty of the orbital fire that chased us down the tunnel to the Lake break in.”
This did shift the gears of the surrounding minds from trying to sooth him to tactical importance.
Laka looked at Sara and commanded.”Get Sarsa or Vaskra here asap, this is important!”
Sitting down on Laka, Scavera tried to gesture Karl-Heinz to continue that train of thought. This again didn´t reach him, so she needed to voice it. ”Now tell us more about the lights in your eyes and what they are telling you. Or better what they tell you that they, who kidnapped you, get to know about you.“
Sarsa, Sara and Vaskra all rushed in and filled the tight spot a bit tighter. The train started rolling forwards at a slow pace.
“It tells me in three bars how much axiom I got too use, or maybe how much is in the region, I don´t know. The bar is topped up full by now. It tells me how much stamina I got. Which never dipped much as I don´t really do much tiring work with all you around. It tells me my health, or blood level. It dipped a bit when I was shot I think. I was very distracted, to much to pay attention to that detail in my vision.”
Coughing a bit from a dry mouth, he continues on. “The HUD also sets goals for me to fulfill, I tried to do them at the start when I got here, but the rewards are funny words with no meaning, at least as I can tell. So I mostly ignored these quests as annoying. Still I stumble into fulfilling them every now and then, then get a pop up in my view to scare me.”
This time being handed a canteen to drink from, he pauses, drinks and gave the thing back and continues. “And today it congratulates me on escaping the war zone and starting a new chapter in the story as if I was in some old roll playing game. So they know how healthy I am, they know where I am and they sort of know what is going on around me.”
“This is very concerning.” Came from Sarsa.
“What the heck! They been spying on us fucking too?” Came at the same time from Tris.
This caused a calm before the storm, as it takes a short while to reach everyone, but once it did, suddenly the locomotive was swarmed by more women, than any last stand zombie hold out ever was. The used every squeak of air to get closer to this conversation. Many laying on top of the pill box, after the area in front of the pill box had filled up too.
Lucky enough the woman in control first did all the steps needed to stop the train from moving, as from the control position, no tracks or tunnel where visible anymore.
Sighing at this lack of discipline, Sarsa moved on in this now very important chat. “Do you maybe know a way to turn the lights in your eyes off or how to disrupt them?”
“eeeh maybe strong EMP could fry it whilst not harming me. Maybe strong electrical current could damage it, but that would fry me. Ripping it out would maybe remove some of it, but I do want to keep my eyes and I don´t think it is only sitting in my eyes. Maybe this Axiom magic could do something? But I don´t know anything about that.”
“So how could we all make an EMP?” Sarsa asks, whilst letting her wandering gaze remind everyone who is first wife. She does manage to maintain the quiet of the Harem mostly.
Laka is busy letting her gaze rest on the few women around her that are in a close enough distance to Karl-Heinz to start naughty things.
Tris was somewhere further away, seemingly punching a wall in quiet rage. The deep thumping noises echoed down the tunnel in the background.
“Sadly no, Only way I know how to make an electromagnetic pulse is by setting off a nuke. That would kill everything in a kilometer or more radius on the small end of nukes. Also I don´t think we got the stuff to make one. There are other ways to do an EMP, but I don´t know them.” He meekly answered, shrinking down on his chair.
“So we will just have to live with that issue for now.” Which caused and uproar of wives not wanting to take that just lying down. Sarsa tries to regain order, but fails over the uproar.
It takes Tris to get up and hit the wall so hard it cracks and crumbles, causing such a strong shock-wave as to silence everyone just long enough.
Sarsa on the back end of trying to over yell them all, then continues wait to loud over the now missing uproar. ”WE WILL GET THAT OUT OF HIM! WE JUST don´t have to tools now! We will work towards that goal once we managed to secure our survival. So sisters, stay ready, there is a lot of work ahead of us and you are all welcome to try and think up or make solutions for all of our problems.“
This got them all thinking and not to long after the crowd, at least the one who easily could do so, returned to the other train wagons.
Sarsa then whispered something to Vaskra, that Karl-Heinz couldn´t understand. “Make sure they don´t hurt themselves or others with to eager ideas. So focus on the T-Benchers.”
Vaskra nodded and then pushed her way thru the remaining crowd.
Tris could be felt and heard, crawling on top of the bunker roof and then seemed to be giving the women trapped on the front of the train, an arm up and a way out of their current position.
This event of being so crowded and in the middle of the focus, caused Karl´s open attitude to wither and die. Now he was back to looking confused and being quiet. As he had no good point to continue any interaction, he instead went and tried his luck at carving some simple art into the wall of the pillbox as distraction.
Seeing their husband that seemingly dejected, put the remaining wives into a tizzy. All of them trying to cheering him back up.
Well all women but Laka, who is busy stopping more blowjob and kissing attempts, Sarsa trying to ponder the bigger picture issues now revealed to her, and Scavera, standing visible in the corner playing innocent and out of the way of problems.
Karl-Heinz for his part used that moment of Scavera modeling, to carve her likeness into the wall next to her, together with angle wings, halo and his best approximation of a full body latex suit. The picture was like a copper or wood carving, a bit sunken in for more detail, but overall no masterpiece, it looked good enough.
Which caused the mob to try and praise his work, Scavera to get a bit shocked by the art of her and the mood in the room to shift a bit to better mix of emotions, less desperation.
Scavera did have more questions because of the picture. “Why did you draw me with wings and a ring above my head? I do like the clothes, can you make that?”
Which in turn gave Karl-Heinz a clear point of entry back into a conversation. He had no desire or need to talk, but she was his wife or some such, so he had the obligation to answer when asked. “I was thinking angel when I started the carving. They got bird wings and Halos. Then I thought sexy, as you stand around naked again and latex skin suits are sexy.”
Taking a short break to think, not of how to make the clothes, but pre plan the next step of what to say, even if everyone else was expecting him to think of how to make the clothes. “No I can´t make that kind of clothes, we got no latex or other stretchy plastic stuffs. If we find it, I could maybe make it.”
“Where would we even find that stuff?” Came from Scavera, with genuine curiosity.
“No idea, like most of you just get your guns handed too you when you become a soldier, I don´t know most things about where my stuff came from either. Would be nice to have internet now, but nooooo I gotta be dumped in a computer barren waist-land.”
Before Karl could continue on his surprising rant, Laka hugged him back into the time out land between the fluffy mountain ranges. He had no idea why she would do that, he was feeling agitated, not depression stressed. He couldn´t quite pin point the difference, so maybe his guard dog couldn´t do that either.
He felt some gentle petting on what was still sticking out of the Lopen´s iron grip. Lucky for him, his arms where in good positions to just relax. Tris may be able to break free, he may be able to do that too, if he where to learn that strengthening trick of Tris, but he had not and so was doomed to wait this one out.
Based on feel he extended the tunnel some more, as he never needed line of sight to do stuff, but it helped a lot in doing a good job with most aspects of crafting. He had learned as a kid working on cars, that many spots are hard to reach the screws and thus had learned to feel situations with his hands and work blind.
Still the blind mechanical work in his old life was aided by constant finger feedback, This here crafting was aided by nothing in form of feed back.
Then he did get feedback. A heavy cursing from his harem was a good indicator that something went wrong again. He hoped he wasn´t to blame.