Reborn as an insect, eventually reincarnated as Galactus

I know it would be naïve to expect a simple, immortal event to happen. I know it's stupid that I don't want anyone to die in a battle like this. I've done my best to avoid anything terrible from happening.

But does it have to go wrong so quickly?

Tiffin analyzed, and the planet was simple. Sometimes, there are planets that actually have only one biome on the entire planet. This is not always true, and not all systems have such a planet, but according to the initial analysis carried out by one of our technicians on our second time, which is close enough, it seems that this planet is just one such planet. Ha, trembling.

Now I'm really thinking, if you don't have a technician, you're kind of dead, right? Waste wood!

I mean, if there were no techies, Elt and the pirates would have realized that we were stalking and eavesdropping on them. If this happens, they can easily take some action and maybe even flee from us and keep the location of the rebel base. But since they don't have technicians, and we have a lot of technicians, things have turned out like this.

But back to the question of the rebel base!

It apparently orbits a small blue dwarf, putting it in a fairly stable position.

Really, now I'm more of a listening device than a real person. People say something, I just absorb it.

If the rebel base planet had been a little farther away from my star, it would have been completely frozen, and it was well placed, instead it had a rich and dense ecosystem, full of large lakes and huge, all-encompassing savannas. I know I should be more anxious about the upcoming battle, but most of all, I'm just surprised that these people are able to judge with such accuracy that this planet looks like a white spot at best. Oh, that's another thing - apparently it's been covered by clouds? It's like a cloud of thousands of meters.

But there was almost no rain, so I don't know how the flora and fauna described by these technicians actually survived. Well, I guess that's the magic of space.

As I fell into deep thought, the communicator buzzed. "It's a starlight report, requesting a landing."

Oh yes, if they get too close, they'll be completely blown up, right? Well, then I think-

" permission was denied," Tiffin said flatly.

Yes?

"What?" Elt said. "Uh, sorry sir, but... Closer we will be targeted. The rebels must have established our position, so—

" "Permission denied, captain. We know exactly where they are and how fast. You have nothing to worry about. In addition, we need more accurate coordinates from you. Would you rather be hunted down by rebels for the rest of your life? I found myself staring blankly at Tiffin. You have to understand that unless this base is wiped out today, otherwise, no, at this time, they will surely hunt you down for as long as possible to make sure you don't spread your sorrows? Hah"

A few seconds of silence passed. "Well, anyway, you're right, but... We were wounded on board, and if a fight broke out - "

"Such a thing will not happen. Do you really believe that the Empire is so incompetent that it cannot protect even a single ship? "

“... Very good. Stars, get out. "

I stared out of the cockpit for a few seconds. Something didn't feel right about that conversation.

I glanced up at Téfen. Yes and no, I can't read his expression at all. He has a perfect poker face.

I could clearly see that the cloudy planet was getting closer and closer. Then, as I looked at it, I barely noticed how the clouds cracked and opened in an instant, revealing the green gems below. Small ships burst out of these openings, whizzing through the black void like metallic dragonflies.

"The rebel starfighter was spotted. Four," said one technician.

Then, as these starfighters approached at impressive speeds, the communicators buzzed again. "Permission to retreat," Elt's voice was a clear indication that panic was growing. Not that I feel any different.

"Permission denied, move on," Tiffin replied calmly.

Elt didn't answer. A technician reported that the connection had been severed, but by observing the pirate ship's course, he remained stable. I'm not sure if this was a wise decision, but then again, at the moment I was even more scared of the possibility of our ship being shot down.

In what feels like just a few seconds, starfighters are all around us, flying in erratic, unpredictable routes. It's almost impossible to try to track down any of them.

"Other ships are asking for permission to fire."

"Permission denied," Tiffin said, apparently trying to kill us all. Then, to his surprise, he smirked. "Tell them to wait for the start signal."

When does the ——、 start signaling? I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore and asked.

He just looked at me. For the first time in a few days, I couldn't tell if I really knew the person.

The communicator rang again. Elt's hysterical voice broke the static distraction, "Commander Tiffin, we-"

and it cut off. For a moment I couldn't say why, until I looked out the window and saw beautiful white fireworks.

"Huh?"

When I look at it, my brain can't seem to visually understand what I'm seeing. It was like a giant popcorn in space, but it was completely silent, and when I looked at it, it suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if devouring itself. Nothing was left but waste garbage. I blinked slowly. "Huh? Well?

And then the rest begins. As the activation signal was issued, the black void outside became vibrant, and green-red light patterns intertwined and flew around. There was a sudden and silent white popping sound outside, for a frightening second, but it was the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

The red laser will only meet the obstacle of indifference. The green laser finds a dragonfly target. Blitz, combo. One by one. Soon, only our ship was left in space, surrounded by silence and wreckage. My hands were shaking. It felt like swallowing an icy viper.

"Advance to base," Tiffin calmly ordered.

When I turned my head to look at him, I saw neither friends nor allies, but only a man who ordered the killing of dozens of people. Maybe more.

He's dead, isn't he? I saw him die with my own eyes. That white pop music. However, it was as if it had never happened at all. One minute I heard his voice and saw his boat, the next minute ... It felt like I could see him somewhere out there as long as I squinted. He and his ship, at a great distance, were as if they had escaped. But there is nothing there.

There is not a single soul.