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Chapter 51 : New Morning, Familiar Issues / Diplomatic Solutions

As he looked like he may have gotten injured and being surrounded by a hyped up over protective crowd of ever dedicated loving wives eager to prove their love, Karl-Heinz was shoved in front of Doc faster than the Kohb had the chance to realize, that she got abducted and dragged to Karl´s convoy half of the way.

So now they where squatting in the middle of the yet to be properly shaped main storage cavern, in an open spot that was about to get filled with boxes being unloaded from the Train.

Before Doc could verbalize clarification questions, fast fingers pointed at Karl-Heinz facial bruising and hands forced to poor Doc´s head to also look the right way and take almost to close looks at kissing distance.

This did show of one advantage of having a snout, as that did giver her eyes enough distance to ge a better overview. It also gave her enough room to be able to use her mouth. “Let go off me! Yes I see our husband is hurt, now let go that I can do my job!”

This did get Doc the room she needed and Laka the time to concussion maintenance these wives zealousness back into tolerable levels. The big Lopen did not need to bang everyone, just enough examples and the ones in the best viewed positions.

Almost done being smeared with some cream, Karl asks. “Can we get to breakfast now? I still want to get the bunker complex done today and then ...” He stopped and realized that he had forgotten what other plans he wanted to try out or needed to do.

He did remember that he was overseeing the T-Benchers in the power-drill task, that he had many women who where eager to spend quality time with him and some random small aspects of life that he should try to work on. Yet he had no big overarching goal to work on again. Nothing of a big goal to work towards.

He wanted a lot of small things, like his porn, his snacks and drinks, at the same time he was swimming in sex and willing eager social contacts.

He just now realized that he had lost most of his old creature comforts, only to gain all the things he was bemoaning to be missing in his past life on earth.

All that and he still was not truly happy. He still was feeling down and worthless.

As Karl-Heinz was standing there, not responding to Doc´s questions and the light band-aid on his face, going over his nose to keep the cream from smearing, Laka noticed and sighed. “He has one of his moments again. Lets guide him to breakfast and hope he gets out of it soon enough.”

As Laka had feared, before they managed to get Karl-Heinz to the current corner where food was being stored and handed out, the alarms got rung and all hell broke lose. Vaskra was busy getting women into gear and then into the defensive positions. Sarsa was busy out of sight, Laka was trying to get a woman to get Karl some form of breakfast or even just a snack, whilst Tris was very enthusiastically dragging Laka Sara and Karl-Heinz to the entrance of the soon to be bunker system.

Karl-Heinz for his part was still lost in his own world of thoughts, lost in the misery of his persistent depression, following outside requests like a good build android, but any more complex order got only a lost blank stare as reply.

So the Harem finds itself in the newest big greeting room, without a cable powered diagonal elevator yet installed, watching the stairs like a cat watching a pray hiding spot. Karl was sitting behind cover near the tunnel that would go deeper into the bunker.

Tris was standing next to Karl and ready to enter into the, as she named it, party room, but no fancy armor on her this time, only ammunition and her normal clothes.

Laka was on the other side of Karl, read to grab him and bodily carry him to safety.

Sarsa was waiting for more reactions from above as the scouts had been downstairs for a quick report and then ran back upstairs again.

Vaskra was doing back room work and organizing the next possible steps of action. Still more wives where walking in on the defenses with better put on clothes and more orderly equipped Wests of stuff and weapons.

Scavera was exactly where she needed to be, meaning nowhere to be seen.

After a short wait, with Karl-Heinz still staring blankly at the opposite wall, still lost in his maelstrom of bad thoughts, food arrived. Delivered by the joyful as she can pretend to be Lucy, then gaining in joy as she got assigned the task of feeding their husband. Which as it turned out was an easy enough thing to do, he didn´t fight or complain, he just followed the requested simple actions and quietly continued to contemplate his existence.

Before anything major could happen, the scouts came down and gave reports of not much consequence every few minutes, they had managed to finish feeding Karl and had gotten the wine supplies brought up.

Trying to get him to drink as much as possible. But this time he did not comply as easily. He was depressed and socially inept, not dumb. He did have an urgency to be of as much help as his emotionally impaired self could be and he realized fast that they where trying to distract and drug him.

Problem for them was, he was for once not interested in being distracted. Thru what ever mix of dreadful emotions swimming in his head, he was interested in finding the bedrock of this rabbit hole, but not able to un clench his pride enough to ask for a conversation partner.

To Karl-Heinz, all the pieces where in place to try and maybe untangle his fucked up mind a bit, but he was his own biggest blockade in this issue.

As he reluctantly was taking a few more sips on the quarter emptied first bottle, where last time at this moment he had been 3 bottles deep, Tris came to his rescue. She kneeled down next to him and pushed away the bottle he was drinking from, spilling some of the liquid over him.

With a serious not grinning face she took all of his attention in on her stern face. “Stop it, you can have your issues later, now you are here with the girls in the trench. We need you as a sister, so break what you need or scratch your arm, then focus on the fight.”

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This of course earned the headstrong woman a lot of glares and wishes for the power of actually lethal death stares from Laka, but non stopped her, as they all did not have a better plan to get Karl-Heinz into fighting shape right now.

Karl for his part was kicked out of his mental death spiral, stared blankly at Tris, then grabbed her head and kissed her. He didn´t cry, even though he felt like he should, but he just couldn´t, that ability was blocked to him for this moment.

Tris for her part lost her own focus, a kiss from her husband was rare and a one stolen from him instead of the other way around was even more so. Her head started swimming with love and affection, moving closer and grabbing the poor man right into a tight hug, squeezing him against her belly, between her breasts. Claws trying to get a good grip on his pants to either pull them down or shred them out of the way.

Then pain made her vision turn from the pink taint to a short flash of darkness. She let go of Karl-Heinz, dropping him a short distance to the ground. Looking around Tris then saw Laka with a now very damaged gun, held and swung like a club. “Why did you do THAT!” Tris yelled in frustration and rage, not yet fully back to the urgency of the situation around them.

Laka for her part used one arm to pull Karl out from under Tris, trust the very damaged weapon into his arms and then used the now empty hand to deliver a follow up fist punch into Tris glaring face.

Before Tris was done with shaking her head back into a position to yell again, Laka said, whilst pointing towards the entrance of the greeting room. “Battle now, sex sometime different!”

This managed to flush the rest of Tris arousal confusion out of her system, instead replacing it with equally hard to control rage. “Understood.” She said, then swung the main door open and stepped out into the greeting room and with weapon in hand, made her way towards the exit.

Karl-Heinz had managed to get out of his dark thoughts and had a task he could do, so he went ahead and repaired the gun he held in his hands, then tried to make it a bit better with some tasteful engravings of dragons and spinning swirling lines. Milking the entertainment and distraction out of this quick task. He also barely heard the diplomatic incident in the making with Tris and Sarsa screaming at each other over the sensible or quick way to resolve this issue.

The end of that conversation gave Karl the next thing he could work on. They need a solution for this issue.

No

He first needs to know what the issue even is. He was so trapped in his own mind that he even less than usual had not been informed of what is going on. Also rash actions are frowned upon, even though they never punish him for his fuck ups, so he tries to be a team player first.

“Doggo? What even happened that we all are now waiting for the next invasion. Why not close up for now and then do the planny thingy?” He asked with a bland and calm voice.

This did shock Laka and she first had to gently put away the current bottle of calm him down drink. She bought a bit more time to not answer, by straightening and flatten her head fur down a bit. “So you know we were trying to get trade deals going?”

He had watched her with a focused gaze and nodded yes as reply.

“You also know that people may not like being raided and killed?” She looked at him with a careful judging look, not yet quite sure of how mentally present he was or if his mind was half busy battling its own demons still. The slight frown and nod she got seemed like a good enough indicator that he was mostly present to Laka.

“Well Sarsa wants to try diplomacy, but in a place where she can´t get killed from a stray arrow or what not and also to avoid that faith for our sister wives. Then there is the issue that Tris could likely survive any attacks, but is bad at diplomacy.”

Karl was thinking for a moment, then nodded yes again. Then he went into action against everyone´s wishes. He crafted open a narrow walk way thru his part of the defenses walls, just the right sice to stop Laka from quickly following him.

But Laka was on high alert and had both eyes and ears on him. She grabbed him with surprising speed and stopped him from doing something poorly planned and most likely stupid. “No husband! We are a family.”

“Harem” he tossed in with what little deviance he could muster over being stopped against his ill planned will.

“We are a GROUP! So you try talking with us before I let you wander off.” She half growled at him, whilst dragging him away from his escape opening.

“I wanted to just go upstairs and spray them with my smell. Seems to make everyone lose their minds in a not rage kill kill way.” He blurted out with a blank look, then tried to take a step towards his hole again.

“Ok that is an idea. But not enough. Lets both go to Sarsa.” She said and kept one of her hands on his good arm, half dragging him along to the big still open main doors. She could squeeze thru the hole, but why risk it.

Karl-Heinz for his part was trying to help, just in odd ways, so he cooperated and walked along with Laka. At the same time re-closing the opening to make his defenses perfect again.

Both Tris and Sarsa quickly noticed the man leaving the defenses and stepped over closer towards him. Tris looked excited, but Sarsa managed to get in the first reaction whilst looking at Laka. “Is he feeling good enough again?”

Laka nodded yes.

Tris then spoke up with her idea. “Then we can all go up and I play laser catcher for us, whilst you talk with horny bitches.”

Karl-Heinz nodded yes to Tris, tried to start walking, but after one and a half steps got held back by Laka. This caused him to half hang in the air, held up by one leg on the ground and his arm hanging on Laka´s outstretched arm.

Sarsa took control as she was being rapidly out voted in the opinions of solution ways, causing her to rather go with the flow of a forced action with sensible guidance. It seemed better than a forced action with the heavy need of later promises and bribes to up moral again. The Nagasha never would have gotten this close to Tris without the situation of a front-line war camp and Karl-Heinz as catalyst.

Either way it made the first wife really understand the hatred most commanding officers displayed to most canon fodder bitches.

With a heavy sigh Sarsa gestured Tris to the front of their little group and towards the stairs. Whilst they all got moving with herself in second place and Karl behind her with Laka as rear guard, she yelled out to the defenses. “Send up a runner after us. This may take a minute or hours. We are going up and will try to negotiate up top.”

Already regretting her submitting to this bad and very not save plan, Sarsa then said to Tris. “Keep your weapon low, no need to scare them. I decide if we shoot first. So you wait for command or until we get shot at for your fun!”

“Understood.” Came as a plain monotone reply, Tris wanted action, but getting the show over faster was the compromise she was willing to accept as good enough.

Sarsa moving on snake tail did result in Tris and Sarsa reaching the surface quite a bit earlier than Karl and Laka. So much earlier that the Nagasha was already hearing the heated questions of the local representative off some sort. Only for that argument to dry up as the liquids of the local women body's were needed on the not talking pair of lips.

Karl being the highest value person of the Harem, meant that Tris and Laka quickly boxed him in, mostly obscuring the view off him from the sides. He still wanted to be able to listen well and so stepped up next to Sarsa´s torso. This closeness gave Sarsa a rather nice argument boost.

A bargaining chip she tried to cash in right away for maximum effect. “So here is the deal. You will send us food and materials and what ever else we may want and in exchange we will produce or repair what ever machine needs you may have, I mean on a scale of a factory, so you all may want to build a road here.”

Waiting a bit and looking at the drooling faces of the local women, Sarsa got no response. So she made the power move to try and regain their attention. The Nagasha coiled her tail around Karl and hugged him against her belly and chest, one arm on his crotch, the other arm around his chest pulling him closer. “My Man! I am first wife! You must prove yourself worthy if you want to join.”

This got the women, local farmers and a handyman by the looks of their clothes, to come out of their stupor. Not all of them stopped staring, but most of them did.

“So who is in charge of you lot?” Sarsa demands to know whilst holding the power grab on Karl a bit longer.

He for his part has no idea what to think about it and just stays relaxed against Sarsa. Laka and Tris move up a bit forward to again better Shield Karl-Heinz in his slightly shifted position.

“I am. Miss?” A older but still very attractive woman proclaims from the middle of the audience crowd.

Which earned her Sarsa´s and Karl´s attention. Karl for his part first frowned about how unfair this world is for even the elderly to still have the looks of a body and pretty enough fave to be a marketable porn super star in looks. Then he shifted over to a slight smile as it meant that his harem no matter how old would always get him hard.

Sarsa and the body guards didn´t notice Karl-Heinz´s rare expressions, so he only distracted the opposing crowd. Sarsa did then continue to hone her diplomatic skills as best she could. “SO I am first wive, but no, I claim no titles that make me special. I do want to get deals of non aggression going and further deals of trade and respected Independence. Now tell me if you can make these deals or get who has the authority to do so here.”

“Of course of course, I will get them here immediately. Until then can I invite you into my house and offer you some tea?” The old women said as she slowly gestures to a few women and waves them off to go running.

Karl being socially overwhelmed, tries to be nice and step forwards to the crowd and accept the invitation. Instead he stumbles around a bit as Sarsa misinterprets his forward movement as wanting to return to Laka, ending up with him stumbling and half falling half getting handed over back to Laka.

This display of clumsiness gets the group swarmed closer by concerned onlookers trying to save the innocent man being wrangled like a abused puppy.

This prompted Laka to call it quits and once again full body grab Karl-Heinz and run for cover down the stairs.