The Second Book of the Alienbutt Saga. The Rise of Mr Fluffy. Part 58.

Glarfel had reached the security room just in time to see the events in the food hall. She looked in horror at the monitor. Alienbutt had scared her with his act of sudden violence but this was worse. She had dreamed of being free of the oppression of Quint and his thugs but now they had a chance, the violence was too real.
She reached for the microphone and quickly opened a channel to Alienbutt’s ship. “Commander Alienbutt, are you there?” She got no response. “Alienbutt please, they just murdered Crugack.”
Again she got silence and slumped down into the chair, tears running down her face.
“I’m sorry, he didn’t deserve that,” Alienbutt’s voice came over the radio.
“There’s a group of them coming up the stairwell to you. What should I do?” she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Do you have an oxygen mask?” Alienbutt asked.
“Yes, we have small respirator tanks in case of emergency, why?” Glarfel asked in confusion. She’d expected to be asked about having weapons.
“Get the tank and lock your door. If you can seal off the air supply to the rest of your people, they’ll thank you for it,” Alienbutt said, then she heard a pinging sound. “Got to go, my kebabs are ready. Just stay in your security office.”

Alienbutt pulled out the kebabs and poured a large measure of chilli sauce over them. For some reason replicator kebabs were not spicy enough. Putting a small bag over his shoulder, he slung the rifle over his other arm and grabbed the kebab and a fresh whiskey bottle. Alternating between eating the kebab and taking drinks from the whiskey bottle, he left the ship and headed across the hanger to the lift doors. By the time he reached them the kebab was gone, as was half the whiskey bottle. Unslinging the bag he opened it and pulled out a small metal sphere. Twisting it in both hands, it split into two. He placed one half on each of the lift doors then pulled a cord from one and carefully connected it to the other. Picking up the bag he then walked over towards the stairway door.
Reaching the door Alienbutt drank the last of the whiskey and stood looking around for somewhere to put the empty bottle. After a moment he smiled to himself and placed it over his arsehole number two. A small leak later the bottle had a green tinge inside. He quickly put the lid back on. Carefully he opened the door and listened; from down the stairwell he heard the sound of movement. Bending down he placed the bottle on the floor and rolled it towards the top step and unslung the rifle from his back. The bottle rolled off the top step and started to noisily bounce down the steps. The sound of movement stopped. The stairwell was circular with the stairs going around the outer walls, the bottle bounced down and then Alienbutt heard the sound of it breaking. After a moment he heard sound again from the people coming up the stairs as they cursed and began to throw up.
Alienbutt smiled at the attackers’ discomfort, then noticed his robotic arm begin to move. move. He watched confused as it reached into his bag and pulled a small thermal grenade out. Pressing a button on the top of the grenade the metallic hand set the timer then using the same method it rolled the grenade down the stairs. Alienbutt jumped up and moved back into the hangar, closing the door. He looked down at his arm, looking to see what it would do next. He set off back towards his ship, his robotic arm held out in front of him, carefully watching for any more movement, but it acted normally, giving the impression that it had not done anything.

To be continued.
All images are mine.