Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

After hesitating for a while, perhaps weighing the value of the encounter, considering his rank and the impact of sitting on the floor, thinking until smoke began to come out of his ears, he finally gave up and simply sat down, the end of his black coat being squashed in an unusual position.

"Excuse me, sir, may I call you Fern?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, uh... Of course. This situation is very irregular, so I guess the honorific between inferior people like us is... All right? Maybe? He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them with his arms. The stiff fabric wasn't used to this kind of movement, but Fern himself seemed too familiar with it.

"It's Fern! Then, since we call him by his first name, that means you have to call me Mott. Right? Even in space, right? I said, I hope I'm not acting stupid like I am now, haha.

He stared into my eyes for a few seconds, his eyebrows furrowed. "Ugh. Yes? Of course, I think that's... All right. Well, it would. Mulder. Judging by the tone of his voice, my name was like a bitter herb in his mouth, and he didn't know what to think. I guess that's the only right one, I mean, if the commander could call your name ... Well. This is a strange situation. The Commander talks about you like you're a unique creature, but since you can speak the basics, have some form of mannerism—I suppose—and, moreover, a name, doesn't that show that you've been raised? "

Ugh. I have? Technically, I used to have

, 'Oh, I actually grew up on a planet that didn't exist, I was a human being, and my parents named me and they wouldn't take me seriously. Moso, because they're Bible-obsessed lunatics and they think it's a normal name', no, I think they're more likely to believe that I'm really an alien.

"Well, don't worry, it's just me." By the way, he stared at me, maybe it would be better to tell him that I was from Earth. "Uh... Space taught me. Yes. Oh my God. The way he looked at me was even more strange. "In the surrounding. It's, uh... Spoke to me. Yes? Fern

made a few movements in the air, his face huddled together, as if he had eaten a whole lemon. You were raised by the Force? "

Strength. Belch. Wait, I've heard that term before! I think? Isn't this the magic stuff used by Jedi space wizards?

Damn it. Of course. We'll pretend it makes sense. "Yes. The Force raised me. I give it a thumbs up to prove it.

“...... It doesn't feel right, but I don't know enough about the Force to tell if you're wrong. Personally, I'm going to tell you not to tell you about it, I mean – if someone finds out that you have the Force or whatever you have, I think you're going to be in big trouble.

"What do you mean?"

His expression was contradictory. "I'm not sure if... Well, the people who can use the Force are either good or bad, right? If you don't behave well, you'll be executed on the spot, and if you do well, you might be drafted to be a good person, but as far as I know, despite a great show of a good work, behind the scenes, this... It's really hard.

"But in the end they turned out to be good, right? All in all, isn't that a good thing? I asked tiredly, raising my legs to imitate him.

"Is that so? I do not know. There's a lot of weird stuff going on behind the scenes with the Inquisitors, but if you're not one of them, there's not much information to really know. But, Mott, listen to me. Try not to meet any inquisitors. They will drag you to victory, but they will not care about your life. It's for the greater good, but if you can choose not to meet them, then... Don't go to see it. There was some experience in his voice. Some words are regrettable.

I...... I don't know how to respond. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised that the inquisitors aren't 100% good? It's not some magical wonderland; This is cosmic space.

And space wizards are human too.

If they're prepared to sacrifice this little guy to save as many people as possible, that's a good thing, although I don't think I'm willing to sacrifice myself. Or make a sacrifice. Space warfare is beyond my specialty, I'm just a space octopus! Will the Earth Octopuses interfere in Earth politics to express their opinions? Not really.

All right. I will remember that the Inquisitor is also human and not exactly good, but can also do bad things, even if only for the greater good.

... Does the same morality still apply to the Jedi?

Well. It's a tough task. That Jedi Temple is really cool, but just because someone has a cool building doesn't mean their morals are just as cool. But if the Inquisitor is a human who can do bad things despite doing good deeds, then this means that the Jedi are also humans who can do good things despite doing bad things. Oh my God, even in space, the world will have grayscale... Odd.

Oh my god, we've all been quiet here for a while. I was lost in thought, and on the face of it, I thought he had done the same thing. But after a few weeks (months?) Years? After the continuous silence, it directly turned into a constant conversation, and this silence when we could speak felt terrible.

It's best to start the conversation again.

"So, uh, what do you think they're talking about there?" I asked casually. I mean, I don't know what they're talking about, so it's unlikely he's going to have a better idea, so....

"They're probably discussing the terms of containing you. As far as I know, you will be in the same sleeping area with a group of stormtroopers during your flight on this starship, but once we arrive on the outbound flight, the situation is likely to change. I haven't met this guy myself, but judging by what the lieutenant told me about Brigadier Arne, he wasn't the kind of person who was interested in... Well...... Interested parties. He gave me a pensive look. Quirky elements. It's a bit strange for him to post here, but very few people have been sent to Task Force 101 out of ability.

"What does that mean?"

"This means," he said, like a man who knows this very well, "that

almost all officials are appointed for political reasons." To get them away, to get them killed, to prevent them from being promoted... It's a hodgepodge of either amazing individuals with better relationships with their competitors or just outright incompetent individuals who do less harm here. than in the kernel. He chuckled dryly. Oh, and of course, those who are in the wrong place at the wrong time. "

Hmm." Which one are you? He

was stunned for a moment. Hehe, that, huh. N-, neither. I don't...... Isn't that the kind of—the Force taught you these rituals? A dry smile escaped from his mouth like a gasp.

"Hey, what the so-called Force taught me, what it didn't teach me, it's none of your business!" I say this to vaguely justify the way my parents raised me.

"I feel the same way about why I'm here." The look he gave me told me everything I needed to know. Oh yes, uh. Yes. Maybe it's a bit rude to ask people if they've been sent here because of incompetence or competition... He turned and stared at the wall again. "I would like to say that Brigadier Alan is not at all happy that he is here, and if the Commander boards the outbound flight and looks for a seat for you, then it is unlikely that you will be placed in any luxurious place."

"It's better anywhere than in space."

He shrugged. "I don't know, I've never flown in space, and my goal is to stay that way." There seemed to be a thought in his eyes, and he turned to me. "I'm just- Mott, are you really that big out there?"

"Uh, that's big—ah! Yes I am! But I'm no threat to you, but I swear!

He pulled his knees close to his chest. It's a little hard to believe just looking at you. You barely look like any known alien, except maybe a one-tailed tilek, but even then, you have something I can't remember about any other creature. He paused, a shallow smile on his lips. And you're short too! "

Ahem, insult!" Hehe, I've tried my best to get the right fit! I just- I just happened to be wrong!

His smile lingered on his face for a few seconds, and then his thoughts returned. You, what, is that body of your own making? "

Hmm... Yes. Did I do the same with my larger body?

"That doesn't sound very reasonable. Even if you can do that, if you're able to get bigger like you're talking about, then why the hell would you want to take into account your perception and choose to make your body look like — like that? This doesn't hold! Unless you want to look like a giant latar.

"Fern, I designed this body when I thought I was the only one in the whole of space! I just need to be able to eat a lot of asteroids at once, and that branch body is best suited for it. And then I found Tiffin, I created this body, and—

" "Definitely. We've already talked about this. Well, 'we', more like 'them', but..."

Oh? Do I feel like this is an opportunity?

"What did you talk about?"