Chapter 105: Chapter 101

With the increase of population, the inevitable had happened. Gwen sighed as she pored through the report. The robots might have been too late to stop the event from occurring, but they did capture every second of the intervention in clear video and audio. That a former resident of Vault 81 made Gwen feel ashamed for some reason.

This will be the first person to be charged of rape in the Nexus. It took a couple of years, but a former vaulter gave in to his shitty impulses to assault a woman who had rejected his advances. According to the victim’s testimony in the truth chambers, Thomas Lindson had showed up at her home begging for a chance. At some point he stormed in and overpowered Evelyn, and the violence began.

She had managed to break free for long enough to hit one of the panic buttons in her living room before being dragged to her couch and forced to endure her rapist’s pathetic (in Gwen’s opinion) dick.

Following protocol, nearby Sentinel bots broke through the door in response to the panic button and the recordings clearly show a clawed up and very surprised Thomas on top of a bruised but still defiant Evelyn Clemmons. He was apprehended with little trouble, and the victim was brought to the nearest healing arches before being questioned.

The rapist himself was too panicked after being caught to give proper testimony, breaking into hysterics when locked in with the Nexus Enforcers aka Minutemen. The fool would’ve likely died of fear if the soldiers were the ones to interrogate him. The trial was short and sweet, damning the assaulter with recordings of the event and the truth chamber testimonies. There was no ambiguity, no wiggle room for doubt. Thomas Lindson raped Evelyn Clemmons, and that was that.

Guilty.

And so, out of formality’s sake, Gwen would be announcing the punishment for the crime which had quickly become widely publicized within the Nexus’ media. It was an opportunity to remind everyone of Nexus laws and the severity of the punishments for breaking such generous terms. Again, she felt utterly ashamed for having the first case of a scumbag be a former vaulter.

In front of newly employed journalists with their cameras and microphones, Gwen in her role as Sev’s head administrator, signed off on a sheet of paper that would condemn Thomas Lindson.

“With irrefutable evidence and testimonies, the Nexus hereby condemns Thomas Lindson to twenty years in Blacksite Tleilax.” Whether or not he would even make it past twenty hours would be up to whatever projects he would be volunteered for.

“The Nexus will reclaim the assets freely given to him, while his private property will be kept in storage for his collection upon his release.” Or more likely be put up for auction or sale once he’s dead. “Anyone owning debts from the guilty can apply for compensation via liquidation of his private property.”

Gwen showed off the signed paper to the cameras for a second or so before leaving the podium, and the journalists turned their attention to the sobbing, pleading Thomas being carried off in the air by a Sentinel.

A quick summary was sent to Sev’s desk. He was out working on secretive projects again, so everyone knew better than to pester him with a simple thing as a crime like this.

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The silence of the Tupile was a refreshing change from the hustle and bustle of the world below, at least initially. By the third day it was outright oppressive, so I had the girls up with me for company while I expanded the mothership into a proper space station. It was boring work, dragged out from the console’s time dilation as I conjured out new rooms and hallways out of this air. Once everything was set up, the bots would take over to install the relevant electronics, weapon batteries and such.

The girls kept each other company in the meantime, enjoying the view from orbit and digging through the storage rooms for curiosities and trinkets from across time. They entertained me when I took my breaks, and we chatted and fucked to our heart’s content.

Since no one else was around, Cait had the idea of putting a collar around her neck and playing slavegirl at some point. Piper and Curie joined in, and eventually I was returning to my room after six hours of work to find three collared but otherwise naked girls in my room, calling out to their ‘master’. I rolled with it and enjoyed my six-hour break by playing slaver scum, or rather played a more rough and cruel one, since I already was slaver scum by owning my girls thanks to console shenanigans.

Need to make sure I don’t get too used to their collared state though…it would be bad taste to bring that down to Earth. Or worse, it could start off a new fashion trend.

I quartered my daily shifts into alternating six hours of work and rest, for sanity’s sake. During my two weeks in orbit, the Tupile lost its engine and grew four times its size. Gun bays and missile ports were set up, hangar bays were reserved, and the interior became a streamlined hallway that led to research labs, detention cells and living quarters. The bridge and armories got moved around and renovated, while the observation decks got a massive makeover to accommodate patches of grass and bushes.

Only the cryo labs were untouched, with everything else built around it. My biggest mistake remained there in cold stasis, hundreds of Zetan kidnap victims unintentionally killed. Research suggested that we might be able to restore them with careful brain repair and rewiring. It was still too slim of a might right now though, but hopefully the tech advances enough.

With the Tupile converted into a proper orbital station, I now had a fallback position to accommodate a good chunk of people in the event of something truly bad going on. This should’ve really been done after I dealt with the Children of Atom, but things were moving too fast on the ground to give time to the skies. But now I’ve got a theoretical safe zone that’s out of reach from any potential bullshit that’s waiting to be stumbled across in the world below.

With the work done, I enjoyed the view of the stars with my girls, or at least I enjoyed the view after I’ve fucked my slaves and left their leaking holes to recover.

The Zetans might return, but I was confident that what we have on the Tupile could fend them off for at least long enough for a countermeasure to be formed. And since there’s Zetans, more aliens might also be out there, so here’s to hoping the galactic neighborhood doesn’t poke their noses in here anytime soon, or preferably at all.

Meh, can’t get lost thinking on broad what-ifs like that when there’s still a shit ton to do back on the ground. But first…

“Right, now whose turn is it to get their worthless holes used up?” I asked my obedient and panting girls, then simply grabbed the nearest - Piper - by her collar and dragged her over to me. She gave a yelp before giggling and opening her mouth to swallow my cock. I let my first fucktoy stuff her throat while I rolled Curie’s limp body over and dragged Cait by her ankle to prepare them for the next round of fun.

I’ll enjoy my break a bit more before I return to the hectic life of ruling a state dragging itself out from a war-blasted wasteland.

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