Insectoids: The Job of the Males

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Where should Zhou Luoluo even start describing this carnage in front of him?

All the males have been locked and chained up – at their neck, against their will. This is in spite of technology having long since moved past needing such primitive physical constraints, especially against males.

None of them are clothed in the slightest. They turn to look at Zhou Luoluo with hollow, empty eyes, and react no further.

“Fucking hell! That one’s squirming again?!” The pirate escorting Zhou Luoluo cusses, and Zhou Luoluo turns his gaze downwards to see the object of his contempt, and feel his bile rise towards his neck.

The male is lying there on the ground. Countless wounds scar his body, most of them having festered. Clearly, he was not given any appropriate medical attention.

In addition, his arms and legs have all been chopped off. His eyes have been gouged out, blinding him. Truly, the male is treated even worse than animals. He is making incoherent, hasty gasps, likely from fear sensing the pirates are here. Zhou Luoluo sees through the open mouth that his tongue is also missing.

He can only imagine that the male is rendered thus to fulfil the more twisted desires some shemales or demis have.

He’s had to learn a lot about these in detail before he came here as his preparatory work. Cheng Zhaoci also reminded him again and again to steel himself and stay strong, to make sure he is still himself at all times.

Cheng Zhaoci told Zhou Luoluo that all groups of individuals have their bad apples. It is only by the constraints of society depriving them of the privilege to rule over others that they remain sane on the outside.

Zhou Luoluo heard all the words and even saw some classified pictures. Yet, when he really had to come face reality in person, exposed, he felt his understanding of the world slither away, broken down, torn apart. Thankfully, having awakened himself, he is able to hold onto the slither of rationality he has within him. He would not blindly assign blame and hate to all shemales and demis because of this abject cruelty and horror that he is witnessing.

When the pirate unties Zhou Luoluo to pat him down before locking him up, his hands become free. Seizing the opportunity, Zhou Luoluo slaps himself on the inner thigh. His mission is over as soon as he’s found out where the males are kept.

As the coordinates are transmitted, a giant protective shield also covers up Zhou Luoluo.

At the same time, Wei Zhuo and his companions have also received the signal to act; Sun Wushe happens to be in the vicinity, and Wei Zhuo immediately breaks free of his binding and grabs the particle gun from the pirate next to him, shooting at Sun Wushe. He yells, “shields up! Meng Yuele, override the ship’s authority!”

“Sir!” Meng Yuele uses the knife another pirate is carrying to slice part of his skin open. He digs out a fingernail-sized chip from within.

Something from the First Research Institute as well. Its sole function is to completely paralyse and then take over a spaceship.

Also, its scrambling camouflage means the pirates’ own detections would miss it. And just in case, Meng Yuele sliced his own skin open to put it inside, and healed himself with medical treatment with the chip embedded within.

Each room of a spaceship always has a slot for inserting necessary data to the AI.

The rest of the insectoids have to stop the pirates – actually, Wei Zhuo himself could stop all of them, especially with the shield protecting him, but it’s as a precaution as well.

Before other pirates can storm in, Meng Yuele has inserted the chip.

As expected of the Institute, less than three seconds after the chip was inserted, a green light comes on. The override has been successful.

“Designate: Invaders in all rooms, except this room, and room A-587. Activate: Defence mode!” Meng Yuele issues voice commands.

Meanwhile, Wei Zhuo have also overpowered Sun Wushe and the other pirates, keeping them on the ground.

Finally, they can breathe easy once more. Meng Yuele then looks back at Wei Zhuo for more orders, only to be distracted by Wei Zhuo’s shield.

Oh, they were in quite the tense situation just now, and didn’t pay much attention. But why are their transparent shields just an egg-shaped thing, while Wei Zhuo’s is pink with little pink hearts floating around? It looks awfully mismatched.

“Find Mr Zhou Luoluo as soon as possible. Clean up other pirates on the way,” says Wei Zhuo, completely unaffected, “there are likely pirates still attacking him.”

Just in case the males were not all kept at the same place, Meng Yuele only activated the defence mode, but did not order it to shoot the invaders.

The rest of the pirates in the room are knocked out cold, including Sun Wushe. He’s too scheming and conniving to be let awake.

Meanwhile, outside, the other pirates have all fallen – to electrocution.

Wei Zhuo and the others calmly walk past them, while issuing a new order, “good. Continue to incapacitate any of these insectoids that wakes up.”

[Affirmative, sir]

At the room where the males are jailed, Wei Zhuo first took out the pirates still trying in vain to shoot down Zhou Luoluo’s shield.

Then they look at the rest of the room, when every single shemale soldier falls silent at the sight. All who come back to their senses close their eyes and cover them in reflex, so as not to taint them further by seeing their naked forms.

Wei Zhuo speaks up in the air, “we are soldiers from the First Army. I’m the commanding officer of this rescue operation, Wei Zhuo. We will be escorting everyone safely back to the Capital planet.”

There is not an answer. They knew there would not be one. All they could do, is move the males to safety as soon as possible, and arrest the few important pirates on board. The rest of them… will remain on-board around six hours later, when the spaceship self-destructs.

“Mr Zhou Luoluo, are you alright?” Meng Yuele notices Zhou Luoluo’s pale and ill expression, and asks.

“Much better than I’d have been,” Zhou Luoluo bitterly smiles, as he clicks the button to open up the shield again in plain sight. Wei Zhuo and the other soldiers didn’t pay much attention to it back in that room.

Now, it turns out… it’s tinted green. With lots of cutesy turtles swimming around.

“I think Cheng Zhaoci knew something like this was going to happen, so…” so he made this ridiculously laughable thing to distract his attention and deflate the pent-up feelings he’d have built up somewhat.

It’s helpful, in a sense, but in a really weird way too.