Chapter 41: Chapter 41

Caladan was turning out well enough. Once I cloned out the parts, the Tupile’s bots assembled the water, power and air systems pretty quickly. Since console handled cabling and piping easily, it was a tedious but overall fast task to get the lights up and water running throughout all six floors. If not for tweaking my own console values and keeping my own tiredness and fatigue down, I’d probably be dead from exhaustion before even one floor was done.

Other modifications were made to the outer walls as well, both to reinforce and accommodate space for future defenses. Oh, I also removed the pier used for invading the Castle, along with the haphazard tunnels and ramps. We’ll do a proper port area later.

With help from Sentinel bots, the main elevator shaft was up and running too, able to accommodate big ol’ Glossu if need be. I also had a smaller one for personnel and then cloned the whole system at various parts of Caladan. Stairwells were also made, and all that was left was the partitioning to zone up the whole arcology.

It’s a short six-floored structure, but having a footprint of a square mile should still count as an arcology, right?

I finished up by heading to the sixth floor. Another elevator shaft was made along with a small room to breach the water’s surface. I had a small swarm of eyebots above Caladan observing the area and ramming any crows out of the sky. They reported and relayed back the image of the exposed party of my otherwise underwater structure. A quick flip of the switch and they sent back images of nothing but waves. No exposed floorspace with me in it, just a weird fuzzy smear that’s distorted by the water crashing around the boundaries of the room.

The networked stealth boys embedded throughout the outer walls worked.

It shouldn’t, but having a small box consistently bending light all around a person and only that person as they moved about without affecting the surroundings shouldn’t work as well.

Besides, the researcher bots said it would work, and I trust my scientists.

With the stealth field hiding Caladan, I now could switch the ceiling’s material to transparent Zetan glass, and voila, I have access to sunlight for a garden or whatever. I might expand this seventh floor later, but for now, we have a small park’s area worth of not-quite-open sky.

With that last task finished, I made my way back down to the second floor, where the subway station to New World was. The rail network on this end had been done as soon as power distribution was ready. It wasn’t too hard after the initial maintenance depot and line control was set up. I now just had to lay a maglev line all the way back to New World 81. And then I had to get the bots to build up a train.

After that, we’ll have to do a ceremony to celebrate the launch of the transport line. Maybe I’ll ‘bless’ each train car with the sweat and juices of Piper and Cait. Hm, one night per car?

Anyway, other than the occasional visits from Piper, Cait and Nat, I felt rather sad at the end of my nine days of solitude. It felt like getting lost in Sim City or Sim Tower again. Fuck, this retro-atompunk timeline probably meant no development of games like them, huh? And the Internet probably wouldn’t be as cultured as it was back where I came from. Crappy tube televisions and robot servants instead of memes and exploitative loot box games.

Truly, I’m living in one of the darker realities.

I made my way back to New World 81, laying down the track as I hovered through the tunnel on a console-carried shopping cart. Always wanted to try sitting in one like this. Also, it’s a good testament to how far I’ve been able to control the remote pickup function, I know how not to send things accidentally ragdolling away now. Still a pity it only works on owned items, but levitating the girls was still fun.

I finished the connection from Caladan to New World 81 and made my way to the surface. A muted noise caught my attention as I passed by one of the canteen’s stores. Curiously, the door was locked. I corrected that with a quick use of the console and with a loud clack the locking mechanism retracted, followed soon by voices of surprise.

The door opened and I found Tim on top of Katy, both in the middle of hurriedly disengaging from each other. Oh, they were naked too, which further hinted from the noises I heard before.

I tried to keep casual as they regarded me with wide, apprehensive eyes, “Ah… Well, don’t mind me, heard something and came to check. I’ll be going now.”

With a short wave I closed and locked the door again to leave them to it. Hope I didn’t ruin their moment.

The ground floor was noisy with life as kids and older teens milled about, and the odd robot hovered around for some chore or another. I was greeted with bright and rather excited welcomes as I made my entrance, and I returned them with a cheery smile of my own before I got into my room.

Ah, the luxuries of my own personal hotel room. After nine days out there, the shower felt so damned refreshing. I basked under the running water for a few minutes longer than normal before getting out and preparing for more work. Caladan might be done, but there’s still the day-to-day running of New World 81. Sure, I’ve delegated most of it, but the small micromanager in me just wants to keep up to date.

Lying on my comfy bed, I checked my Pip Boy and waited for the updates. Some requests to update some rooms, the Eversor retrofitting is going smoothly, Curie chastised Sarah Lim for conducting practical ‘intimacy’ lessons between her younger brother and two other girls, Suri and Mandy (and that’s another thing to consider for the laws…), the hydroponics were getting their first major harvest, Nat almost burned down the kitchen trying to cook...soup? Fuck it, they fixed it, it’s all good.

Huh.

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Some brawl between the original vaulters and the new arrivals. Apparently there was some dissatisfaction with labor distribution? Eh, not my business. Gwen seems to have sorted it out.

The synths are settling in good at least, Sal seemed to be a hit with the kids while Carl was helping Dr Penske with the vault’s hydroponics.

I let my weariness overtake me and drifted off to sleep, only to wake up to the familiar feeling of a mouth around my cock. Also, there was warmth on either side of me, which was also familiar, although…

Wait, what?

WIth a waking groan I opened my eyes and found Piper’s cheekily grinning down at me before she placed a soft kiss on my lips. Cait was between my legs, happily fitting my dick down her throat. And to my left...Tina? And Rylee was on my right. A quick glance and I found a more reserved Miranda and Gwen too. Everyone in the room was naked.

“Surprised?” Piper chirped. “Thought you could use a welcome back party after being gone for so long. Plus, the vault girls were eager too.”

“What time is it?” I groaned out, my hands already sliding down between the legs of the girls beside me.

“About eleven or so. Think you can last the whole night?”

I smirked as I worked on tuning up the aroused moans of the vaulters. “Only one way to find out.”

I left my room rather refreshed after all that fun. Who knew I could multitask so well? I had to clone a few mattresses so everyone had a bed to sleep on though. Trying to return the vault women would be problematic, considering how...spent they were.

It was still a long way from sunrise, so I decided to spend some leisure time on an outdoor walk. If you discounted the faint smell of ash and decay, the air outside was a nice sort of chilly for three in the morning. I tagged along with one of the bot patrols, taking in the sights of my territory.

My territory. It sort of is mine, isn’t it? I’ve established myself here, and thanks to the patrols and medical supplies, more or less set myself up as Vault 81’s protector.

Once Caladan is up and everyone’s moved in, I’ll run New World 81 as an outpost that it should be to keep my borders here. Maybe I’ll invite the vaulters to join me if they can behave.

So...what am I now? A king? Warlord, dictator, dear supreme leader? Taking in all I’ve done, I’ve set myself up as a ruler instead of taking the ‘Fallout adventurer’ route…

So how far do I want to take this? It’s gonna be a bloody headache if I really want to expand across Boston and the Commonwealth. I mean, I made Caladan to take in people, but now that I think about it, it’s a whole bloody nightmare of an issue to deal with filtering people in. Just go for freed slaves, or put newcomers on probation or something?

Gah, will need to get real administrators to make Caladan liveable. And where the fuck do I recruit those? More headaches to worry about. Kinda wish I just palmed off the kids to Vault 81 and left it at that.

But on the other hand...there’s not much to see out there, is there? And it is nice to be able to come back to the luxury of a pre-apocalypse lifestyle. Plus...after the shit I’ve seen inflicted on the slaves, and experiencing their sincere gratitude, maybe I could play a proper good guy for once?

Or at least a not too scummy ruler, now that I’ve crossed at least a couple of lines (Piper and Cait, not to mention a good few merciless bloodbaths).

I got tangled in my introspection for a while before the patrol that I absently followed began to open fire on a rather big swarm of bloatflies and bloodbugs. Snapped out of my thoughts, I just blankly observed the extermination, using the pretty lightshow as a distraction from the rather heavy topics. I’ll worry about them once the sun rises.

… All hail Sev, huh. Guess it does kinda work.

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