10 Setting off

The next morning, the glamour of our first times was still fresh in our minds, I then felt the soft mounds that were in my hands and couldn't help but squeeze them a bit and then comment.

"Finally something to hold on to eh?"

"Ack!!"

What welcomed me was an iron elbow to my stomach as Stella looked at me with a vein popping on her forehead. I kissed her neck and said.

"Chill girl. You know I'm messing with you." I hugged her tighter. Which coupled with her soft, warm body and my morning wood, started another session of baby-making.

A few moments later,

As I was pounding deep into the ecstatic Stella, I suddenly asked.

"Don't think I didn't see you oggling *grunts* at those B model's chests Stella"

"Mm~ Y-you're one to talk! Your eyes were basically *moans* glued to them. E-Especially *ha!* their ass!"

We then looked at each other and flashed a cheesy smile.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked.

"Do you even need to ask!"

___General POV___

B-5 was having a normal day up till now. She and her sisters have finished setting up the radar tower and she was now guarding Leon's floor, a normal day.

Well, up until she was suddenly grabbed by Leon and pulled into the room, where he and Stella engaged in reproductive activities with her. After they were done, a naked B-5 with ruffled hair was left outside the door, white liquid dripping from her crotch with kiss and bite marks all over her body.

The apathetic yet inwardly excited B-5 hurried to her sisters and began telling them about all that happened between her and her masters. (Stella has authority over the rest of the droids). Making them nod expressionlessly, yet when they returned to their own rooms, they were dripping with jealousy.

Back in the room, the couple lay sprawled on the bed with silly smiles on their faces. Stella played the game the B models were styled after, so she was feeling the same as Leon. Satisfied. They had just done what countless gaming perverts dreamed of doing, which instilled a deep sense of accomplishment inside them...the threesome was spectacular too of course.

Now...the time for the real deal has come.

____Leon POV____

'That..was..the BEST!'

I thought as I contemplated simply staying at the bunker with all those hot robots and living the life, having Orgys whenever I like and staying in bed with the beauty next to me. But I eventually kicked my own ass off the bed and got to work.

The S models, unlike their counterparts, don't have any living cells, so although their movements are still dynamic and smooth, if one looked closely, they would see their movements were kind of stiff and... mechanical if that makes sense.

The Ground floor has a full-on mini-barracks in the back where all 1000 S models are stationed until deployment. All their battle tactics and skills are already programmed into their hardware so no training was necessary.

The only reason I didn't make 5000 or 10000 of them, is that it would be too expensive, even for me, and honestly overkill. A single one of them is already as skilled as a veteran special forces member but with a better body and capabilities. The technology they incorporate is the top of the line, hence their cost, which is about 500 million dollars per robot.

I already began their activation sequence earlier on, so they should now be charged and ready for deployment. As for what they will be doing, they will go capture the hundred, not only for mine but for their sake too. In the show, there were many deaths before the Ark crash-landed with them, and the adults established order.

But a forceful takeover will establish nothing, they need to learn how to be independent and grow into the characters I respect. So, instead of taking over completely, I will be taking B-5, alongside 4 S models as guards, and joining the hundred. 10 more S models will be shadow guards, remaining hidden in the woods and within a certain radius of me in case of any emergency.

Unlike last time, I will steer my own events and will slowly establish my authority, at the same time, I'm sending B-1 with a meeting request to Polis, with 50 S models as her guards.

At the bunker, the C models will be working with the remaining S and B models in putting up a parameter around the bunker. It will be a 1-kilometre (0.6 miles) radius electrified, solid iron wall with the bunker at the center.

The wall will be 3 metres (9.8 feet) tall with cameras keeping watch of the border. With the sheer number of droids working day and night on it, it will only take one day for the wall to be built.

This parameter will mark our own private territory, marking us as a new piece on the chessboard. And, every force has a name, and I chose the perfect one. If The 100 are the Sky people, we are...

The Star People, or StarKru, other than being my own name, a star signifies a beacon of hope–a shining light that guides the way. It's a symbol of positivity, happiness and renewal. Sure, I googled this, but it doesn't make it any less true, also, I'm shit at naming things, so that'll have to make do.

An hour passed and me and Stella had restocked our suit's supplies and gathered on the ground floor with the 14 S models and B-5, who was looking as expressionless as ever, which I secretly thought was hot.

This time, along with the guns and blades the guards are holding, I'm bringing a handgun, just in case. Despite Stella's plea, the panther will be staying behind, I don't know if we will really ever need it...him.

Since we're staying for a while, we brought along some backpacks filled with food and 2 tents, one for me, Stella and B-5 and one for the 4 S models... I'm sure they can cramp themselves in there just fine...yeah.

And so, hours before mid-day, we embarked to the dropship, 10 of the S models, now referring to them as the shadow squad, having separated from us and moving along stealthily. Me and Stella in our ER-suit, B-5 in her sexy game-replica outfit, and the 4 S models with all our backpacks holding white dyed assault rifles.

________Last Night________

At the dropship, Monty refused to leave Jasper's side as he recovered, Octavia was alone contemplating her new relationship and Bellamy was helping his goons build makeshift spears so they can hunt for some food. He had already forgotten about chasing Leon, after some thought, it seemed that going after someone who killed a large, deadly beast like that snake with one shot may not be the best idea.

Bellamy wasn't the only one being struck by the mighty hammer of realisation, Clarke and Finn also came upon one after some deep contemplation. They reasoned that they didn't attack until Jasper crossed the river, why was that? It's not like they were being quiet and they didn't know they were there.

They waited for them to cross. The river's a boundary. Which means Mount Weather is off-limits. But now, how are they gonna get those supplies? What are they gonna do for food? Fortunately, for once, Bellamy was thinking right, hunting for food was a good idea... despite the fact the hunting party was made up of inexperienced goons who didn't even listen to their earth skills lessons well.

Later that evening, Bellamy, now with some meat that he took from his sister, which she got from the uneaten portions of the water snake, set up a bonfire and anyone who wanted a piece had to take off their wristbands. All while a troubled young girl, Charlotte, whose parents were floated, was being comforted by Clarke.

Two of the 100 strayed off from camp and died due to the acid fog in extreme pain. And then there were 97. (Counting Bellamy)

Up at the Ark, Raven helped Abby, reassuring her that the kids weren't dying, and were in fact taking the bands off. Why? For the simple reason they told them not to. It's their way for getting back at them.

But a more serious yet bloody matter was at hand. And there was no one to explain it better than Kane himself.

Kane: "Engineering needs six months to fix life support, and we'll be out of oxygen in four. Nobody wants to do this, but the inescapable fact is that for every day we delay, ten more people will need to be sacrificed. So today it's two hundred and nine, tomorrow it's two hundred and nineteen. The day after that is two hundred and twenty-nine. We need more time."

This wasn't even the worst thing, the dire circumstances of the C02 scrubbers failing have led to symptoms of oxygen depravation, which is most tragically apparent in children. These symptoms include various respiratory complications, blindness and eventually death.

A vote was then established by the council, a vote to cull two hundred and nine citizens of the Ark from the supply grid in order to extend life support for those who remain by six months. A difficult yet necessary decision that falls upon a leaders' shoulder.

Case in point, the votes were a tie, and Chancellor Jaha was the one to break the tie. He lamented his life for a while and abstained from voting, which according to Ark laws, the vote ends in a tie to be automatically taken up again in ten days.

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Extra: The council's conversation.

Please note this will not be counted as a part of my word count for the chapter.

Senior Council Member: "Three votes to three. The Chancellor will break the tie."

Jaha: "We didn't ask for this. Ours was to be a transitional generation… Ensuring that three generations from now mankind could go home. But everything has changed, and we will either be the generation that sees the human race return to Earth, or upon whose watch it finally ends. My son is already down there. I sent him. And the truth is I don't know if he is alive or dead. But I still have hope."

Senior Council Member: "How does the Chancellor vote?"

Jaha: "I don't."

Senior Council Member: "Sir, if you abstain, the vote ends in a tie to be automatically taken up again in ten days."

Kane: "That's ten more dead every day."

Senior Council Member: "I ask again, how does the Chancellor vote?"

Jaha: "The Chancellor abstains."

[Door opens] [Jaha leaves]

Jaha: "You have ten days."

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At the dropship, Bellamy and Wells confronted each other, Bellamy provoking Wells about him not having a chance with Clarke since Finn is currently all over her. Not knowing the bisexual girl already has someone else in mind and has already friend-zoned Finn.

Time passed, and a day was gone just like that, it was now the day Leon left for the dropship.

______Present______

At the Ark, with 9 days left till the culling vote, the number of people due to die at the end of them is 320. Warranting Abby to do something about it, and breaking the rules in the process. The protective mother was too worried for her girl Clarke that there were virtually no lines she wouldn't cross. So, she talked with Raven, and an agreement was made for her to repair an old escape pod and descend to the earth in 9 days.

Bellamy discovers two people were missing, but assumes they are lost. He, Atom and the goons then go off hunting, leaving Murphy to protect the camp.

But they weren't the only ones who were leaving, as Finn, Clarke and Wells headed for the river looking for some herbs for Jasper, who although not injured, was now sick.

____Leon POV____

We were closing in on the camp, about 15 minutes away, ma and Stella were talking casually, the 4 S models in a square formation around us, and B-5 walking in front...for obvious reasons (*wink*).

Suddenly, we all hear a horn bellow, nobody knew what it was, but for me, it was all too familiar. Not just for me, but for anyone who watched the show. Acid Fog was on its way. While me and Stella in our suits and the S models were completely protected, B-5 was not. She had real skin, and although she won't really get hurt, she could even turn her pain receptors off, growing the skin cells is a pain in my ass.

"Acid fog is coming. B-5, set up a tent here until the Fog passes, then join us."

"Sir, my combat capabilities won't be affected by the fog, I can remain to--"

"No, your skin will get damaged and some may melt off, making you ugly. So how can you serve me when you're ugly? I rather prefer your current pretty state."

I had to put it in terms she would understand, if her skin is damaged, not only will replacing take a long time, I won't be able to feel her up or get some eye candy! Unexpectable!

So I showed her an inability that may occur from the burns, ending my words with a compliment was only the cherry on top.

"Yes, sir." She said expressionlessly, but with my eyes I saw she was a little saddened at our Separation. Something Stella noticed too.

So, when B-5 turned around to begin setting up the tent, we shared a look and sprung into action, lowering our helmets' masks. I spanked her jiggling ass and grabbed her neck gently backward then kissed her pink mouth. Stella also started playing with her bountiful chest, while joining us in a three-way kiss. A minute later of our saliva mixing, we all separated, and pulled our helmets back up.

"Feeling better now?" I asked with a hidden smirk.

B-5 held back a blush, which is honestly impressive, but being a robot I understand, and nodded with no change in expression. But me and Stella saw it differently, with a VERY small lift at the corners of her mouth evident to us both.

We high-fived each other and resumed our journey, only for shouts to grab our attention the very next moment. Using my eyes, I zoomed in on the noise.

"I recognise Clarkes' and Finns' voices along with a third, unknown voice."

"They're in trouble!"