Insectoids: The Job of the Males

“The pirates’ losses would have been heavy. I know how Jin Yue plans, and cautious with strategising as he is, they likely piloted the best group of spaceships they had on hand,” Wei Zhuo is analysing calmly.

This is neither self-aggrandisement nor arrogance, but simply him stating an objective truth. It is known in their circles that Wei Zhuo has been able to get out unscathed after literally blowing up enemy vessels in wars fought against other species. Of course, that time, the insectoids are more advanced technologically than those other belligerents, but Jin Yue would have taken necessary precautions.

He’s sick in the head, but not insane. Especially when there’s a Sun Wushe by his side.

If Wei Zhuo was even faster in fighting, or Jin Yue didn’t make the cruel snap decision to sacrifice a whole carrier of insectoids and left alone, the war might have ended then and there, on Wei Zhuo’s sudden whim.

The pirates aren’t really that strong, and not at all capable of fighting the Federation forces head-on. They are keeping it up only thanks to their guerilla tactics and hiding themselves well.

Of course, they’ve now hid themselves once more.

Space is big, big enough that there are charts and set paths for general travel through the galaxy. If Jin Yue and his subordinates were fleeing from a planet, it would still be possible to analyse his escape routes. Starting from nowhere in space, however, they could have run anywhere. The only thing certain is that the pirates would never use any of the safe, patrolled, established routes.

“And we’ll find them,” Wei Zhuo is looking through the latest star charts the Marshal sent him, “I agitated him greatly last time; he would not let himself take it sitting down.”

Jin Yue has never been an insectoid who could patiently wait for the optimal moment to strike back after getting pounded into the dirt. He will only want Wei Zhuo dead with renewed vigour and impatience. That said, Sun Wushe really is a troublesome advisor. His battle senses and strategising doesn’t compare to Jin Yue at all, but he is perceptive and intelligent. Also, patient.

Wei Zhuo then goes quiet for some time before suddenly asking, “have there been any more male kidnappings or casualties?”

“We don’t know about the wellbeing of the ones already kidnapped, but there have been no kidnappings of late,” answers the Marshal, who is sitting right next to him, “the space buccaneers have gone quiet.”

Then it’s likely an order from Sun Wushe, just in case their location gets pinpointed.

“How did my xiongzhu know where I was?” Wei Zhuo asks another question.

“He reports having compared the surrounding stellar background to isolate the neighbourhood in an astonishingly short amount of time,” the Marshal really is impressed. As expected of a legendary grade S male.

Apparently, he only read about these stars in passing on a star chart featured as part of his lessons. He didn’t even intentionally try to commit them to memory, but after Awakening, all the contents are practically etched into his memory.

Wei Zhuo thinks about it, then suggests, “my mecha’s cameras were running the whole time. Maybe we can try sending the video of Jin Yue escaping in the end to my xiongzhu, and also the last part of their livestream too.”

After Cheng Zhaoci’s Awakening, he had exceptional memories and learning ability as expected of a grade S male. He might be able to give them a breakthrough.

“Sure. I’ll plead the case to my superiors afterwards,” the Marshal nods, then pats Wei Zhuo on the back, “you know Grand Marshal Lu is only doing all this for your good, right?”

“I do,” Wei Zhuo nods, before rising to leave, “sir, I still have my assignments. I’ll be excusing myself.”

“Then go.”

When Wei Zhuo leaves, he finds Meng Yuele waiting outside the door for him. He nods to him in greeting, “let’s go. Time to do the rounds.”

“Got it,” Meng Yuele nods a few times, feeling like the Wei Zhuo before he fell hopelessly in love is coming back.

Though he quickly notices the little sculpture his childhood friend has attached to his belt – an unexpectedly lifelike sculpture of Cheng Zhaoci. Wei Zhuo is walking forward as he caresses the sculpture with his hand all without fazing the slightest.

Meng Yuele “…”
Ok.

Meanwhile, Cheng Zhaoci has had some alone time to himself. A grade S he may be, but he’s also just 18. If he has to step up in place of all the other higher-ups in the insectoid political machine to deal with this, the insectoid race would probably have gone extinct a long time ago.

Two weeks later, the comic site meet-and-greet has somehow ended up becoming a full-blown artist-fest gala. And among the authors, comic artists and others invited, BombIn’s name is quite literally the bomb. And not just him, the comic artist of contrivance, MachoInsectoid, and the slightly less well-known assistant of theirs, Lonely Eagle, would also be in attendance.

Their names were placed together, and they will apparently share the same booth.

BombInMyPants’ readers are excited! Holy shit! They can finally see that damned comic artist in person! They’re so touched they can go drag a whole banner on location to scold the damned comic artist for being so damned obtuse! Damn!

Fans on the Capital planet are most excited, of course, males, shemales and demis alike. They’ll finally be able to see BombIn. Males and the others on the other planets aren’t as lucky, but they can still check out streams and posts from other insectoids.

They can finally see what BombIn looks like! Some insectoids have jokingly said they’ve got sacks prepared to let loose on him, once and for all!