The Second Book of the Alienbutt Saga. The Rise of Mr Fluffy. Part 84.

Mr Fluffy was back within his battle suit, watching the large timer on countdown. Already the first elements of the Federation fleets had engaged the outer elements of Duke Ramboe’s defences, smashing through them with sheer weight of numbers. The Ick fleet was less than four hours away, while the Fo’c’sle had already arrived. All was in place and it was time for him to act. Purring loudly he walked over and flicked a large switch on the control terminal. He could have started the act with a thought but as he was about to start taking over the universe, he felt it only proper to do it manually. A small panel slid back on the control panel and revealed a large red illuminated button, Purring even louder, Mr Fluffy pressed the button. Nothing seemed to happen, no sound or flashing lights. The activity within the room continued as before, but across the universe a series of events began to happen.

The Grand Master of the assassin’s guild sat watching the celebrations in advance of Federation Day the following morning. Across the entire Federation, on every planet the peoples would be starting to celebrate, apart from those who were in the Federation Navy, who even now were beginning the offensive to end the war. They thought they were giving their lives to ensure the Federation survived, when in fact they were fighting for the Secret Order of the Coffee Bean and its plan to take over not just the Federation, but the entire universe. Taking another sip of coffee he sat back to enjoy the pictures of the happy masses on the screen before him, when one of the novices knocked on the door and walked in.
“Excuse me, Grand Master, but the security computer is picking up some strange readings from Geurick's apartment,” the novice said nervously.
Angered by the interruption the Grand Master stood up and turned to face the novice. “Define strange, boy, an assassin always needs to act with all the facts or he is a dead assassin. Now is not a time to forget your training.”
“The computer is unable to get a fix on what is happening in the rooms. There is massive temperature fluctuation and magnetic surges, and it seems to be getting more intense.”
The Grand Master started to walk towards the door when the building was hit by what seemed to be an earthquake. He stumbled into a wall as great cracks appeared up the walls. The question he started to ask was never finished as a further, even greater earthquake hit and the planet’s molten core erupted upwards as the planet started to turn itself inside out.

A hundred thousand miles out from the capital planet of the Federation, a small transport ship carrying one million barbecue rack of ribs for the Federal Senate's grand banquet watched in horrified amazement as the planet imploded before them. Finally the trader who owned the cargo spoke to the ship’s captain. “Was it something you did?”
“I'm not hanging around to find out. The shit’s gonna hit the fan really soon and I want to be a long way away when it does,” replied the Captain, already punching a new course into the ship’s computer.
“But what about my cargo?” the trader asked in a quivering voice.
“I just hope you got payment up front as the Senate won’t be needing them now.”

To be continued.
All images are mine.