Khepri M

I’d heard once there were ten quintillion bugs in my world.  Eighteen zeroes.  I couldn’t control that many.  Or, to be precise, I couldn’t afford the time to collect that many.

Fourteen zeroes?  If I had a dozen worlds, each with really good swamps and rainforests to tap into, my relay bugs to help extend my pitiful, three-hundred foot range?  That was doable.

> > [...]

> > The other squadrons had their own means of defense.  One had eighty or so people burning red hot, torching the bugs by heating up the air.

> > I began using portals, and I captured the group.

> 30.3