Chapter 21: Chapter 21

We liberated the slaves quickly and distributed stimpaks and Addictol as needed. I also sneaked in surreptitious looks into the console to edit whatever values I could to boost up the healing process. I also ‘pulled’ out from the trunk the parts to assemble a couple of tweaked healing arches and had the freed slaves walk through it. Surprisingly, the Curie’s rewiring made the emitters very potent, enough that crippled limbs were restored and missing tongues or limbs were slowly regrown.

With that little discovery, I basically assembled a healing tunnel and had those that needed it remain in there until they came out whole. People wept as they could see, talk or move again, and I felt absolutely elated, like seeing Piper and Nat truly happy for the first time, only ramped up a few dozen notches. Feels good doing good I guess.

“Well, I went to him, actually,” I heard Piper explain to a few curious people. She tossed me a dirty smirk. “Sev took care of me very well, so I let him take me too. … Oh no, he doesn’t want me to. I mean, I’d gladly wear a collar, but he says it’s a bad look.”

Dammit Piper, stop airing your kinks out in public like this.

With the former slaves now armed with the laser weaponry I had initially, along with whatever else they could scavenge from the dead slavers, I quickly went back to get the tank and drove it over to provide a measure of security. I stood guard through the night along with a few of the adults while everyone else slept.

Well, I say stood, I was actually sitting on the tank with Piper snuggled on my lap. Why I spoil her sometimes-

Oh yeah, we fuck. Nevermind.

With daybreak I held a gathering after breakfast to discuss what the freed folk would do. A good number would be heading to the safety of better protected settlements like Diamond City or University Point (forgot that place wasn’t desolated yet). A few wanted to try their luck heading back home and rebuilding. I produced supplies from the tank and handed it to these two groups before wishing them luck.

That left about sixteen people; four young women and ten children under fifteen and two toddlers who had nowhere to go and couldn’t fend for themselves. So I offered the option of following me at no cost other than they behaved and that the older ones helped to care for the younger kids.

Oh yeah, made them swear to secrecy for any stupid shit they saw me do. ‘Weird stuff’ is all they’ll know it as, and that’s all they’ll be getting from me.

And no, there was no sexual toll to pay. Had to especially make it clear to an amused looking Piper. Interestingly, it was a boy who brought up that question. Interesting and depressing, when I remembered putting him in the healing arches to restore his shattered limbs, torn anus and mutilated genitals. Poor kid was still getting used to standing and was thankfully made of sterner stuff, his eyes still bright with a strong will.

They eagerly accepted, and now that I have the list of addresses and could take my time a bit, I could prioritise the wellbeing of these sixteen people. The idea I initially had was to set up an outpost near Vault 81 to allow for shorter distances in case shit happened and they needed a place to evacuate to, like a bomb-proof vault.

Sounds decent, but could I do better?

For the time being, I had Piper help guard them while I easily found a ruined bus and reseted it to serve as transport. With some chains from the slaver’s encampment, I lashed the bus behind the tank, basically having the behemoth tow the bus. I also scrapped the walls and lashed it against the sides of the bus as armor.

It wasn’t the best battle bus, but for now it’ll get the job done.

As Piper led them to a hearty lunch in the bus and got the transport stocked, I focused my attention on my prisoners who were enjoying being inside the cages for once. They were scared and blubbering, but there wasn’t much useful information to squeeze out of them. I had a couple more slaver encampments on my map, but nothing else.

Well, as I can’t accept the risk of them yapping about how the man in the tank lifted metal plates without using his hands, their deaths were guaranteed.

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How I got around to it however…

I picked one raider at random and looked at his variables through the console. For my first trick, I enlarged his penis. No pain, just confusion from the prisoner. Good, safe for my use. I told him to stand and then maxed his “PenisSensitivity”. He keeled over and mewled as I watched him suffer a sudden orgasm, followed by a scream of raw pain as he curled into a ball. Judging purely from the values, it was an excruciating thirty seconds before the raider died from mental shutdown.

Interesting, but I can’t use that on active enemies.

The other prisoners were fucking terrified of me now, either begging for mercy or futilely trying to break out of their cages. With the cages under my ownership, I just made sure their durability didn’t drop. And to test a theory, I altered one cage’s “Scale” stat. It shrunk in milimeters I think as I slowly lowered the values.

Then I took a few steps back and set the value to 1 and watched as it instantly imploded to the size of a pebble, the prisoner in it bursting like a fruit put through a shrinking grate.

His colleagues’ screams were much louder after that.

O-kaaay… Screw any obstacles in the way of expansion or shrinkage, huh? Good to know how that works now.

I went Mengele on the rest of the prisoners, martyring them for greater understanding of the console. It wasn’t hard rationalizing the torture I inflicted on slaver scum; they did as they wished on others, so I simply did the same to them. Except that I wasn’t interested in rape or humiliation, just figuring out how my console worked. And ridding the world of potential threats.

I had better ideas on how to use some stats, but there were some things I found that were better off verboten.

Like changing sex for example. I heard the man’s dick severing itself from his body and he died from pain as I saw his body bulge disturbingly as presumably the new organs grew in him.

“Scale”, “Length” and “Width” for any individual body parts are gonna be left alone too, but “Size” is fine for some reason, and my dick is grateful for that. The first three made the affected body parts either fall out of or break their sockets or joints, and was excruciating for the hapless prisoners.

It’d be a good way to set examples I guess, but I’m not trying to rule with the fear of body horror here.

With my research done and the slavers a heap of barely recognizable flesh, I made my way to the bus to find Piper eyeing me with concern, and scared looks from the others. They’d heard the screams. It took some reassuring, but eventually all sixteen were comfortably seated in the bus meant for fifty passengers, with the older kids and the women armed with laser rifles peeking out of windows between armor plates looking out for danger.

Piper drove while I occasionally got out of the hatch to check on the bus. Thankfully we didn’t run into any trouble on the way back, other than a quick skirmish with some super mutants that didn’t go so well for them.

We headed back to Vault 81, where I got lodgings for my sixteen new dependants in the sister vault. The doc kindly gave them a quick checkup and Piper gave Overseer McNamara a summary of what happened, while I locked myself in a room and figured out how exactly I wanted to build my first settlement.

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