I picked up the table. The screen had a bunch of buttons at the bottom. In the middle was a triangle one and it was green. No way did aliens use green to color their open buttons like us, right? I pressed it, and the damn door opened.
Aren’t they supposed to be super advanced and shit?
Green buttons to open doors? I was kinda disappointed in them.
Wide stairs were just past the door, a lot of stairs and then another door that the tablet opened. Still no guards patrolling. They were really lax in their security. No artificial intelligence speaking out over the ship’s intercoms, alerting them to intruders or anything.
What a letdown.
Through the door was another lighted walkway with huge round windows on one side.
Windows showing space.
Space!
I rushed past the windows. I really didn’t need to see endless void and not a big, beautiful Earth. It made bile churn in my stomach. Rage sparked along with the nausea. I should be on Earth! My blood heated at the sight, my hackles rising.
The hall ended at another big door. There were a lot of sounds on the other side of it. Whistles and croaks of alien conversation.
I bared my teeth and pressed the fucking green button.
The door slid open and a dozen aliens sat at a table. They were all armed. Looked like a guard station or break room. Did they really put all their armed guards in one place? Are none of them patrolling?
Amateurs.
One of the shark aliens looked up at the sound of the door opening and gave a shrill whistle at the sight of me.
I threw the tablet and hit him in the head. Black blood sprays his buddy in front of him before he slumped forward over the table.
Everyone looked at their dead companion and then at me.
I barked at them.
They jumped up, reaching for guns, but I was already in the room, claws flashing and teeth biting into fishy flesh. Something punched into my back and burned. An alien behind me had finally gotten his gun up. I lunged at the alien shooting at me and swiped my claws across his face. He screamed, shooting widely in an arch as he fell, hitting another alien in the leg. I crushed his skull under my foot and turned to the wounded one. He was scooting backwards, dragging his ruined leg and shooting. The bullets burned into my chest and stomach.
Bullets! Not lasers. I was so let down by these aliens. You have a damn spaceship, but your guns shoot bullets?
I snarled at the gun, ripped it from his hands, and shot him with it.
The rest of the aliens were firing their weapons at me and whistling at the other side of the room, all bunched up together and trying to get the other door open in a panic.
I tossed the big table aside and started slaughtering them, letting all my fear and rage out. Blood and wet flesh rained all around the room until it was just me, panting in the carnage.
It only took a minute. Fights never lasted very long. One minute there was a room full of asshole aliens laughing and no doubt excited about their full cargo hold of money making humans, and the next you’re trying to stuff your guts back inside while a monster loomed over you, watching you die slowly and then it was eating your dead body.
Gotta reach my calorie goals, especially with my body working to push the bullets out.
Plus, these alien shark guys are tasty. Like catfish.
When I had my fill of the choicy parts, I picked up my tossed, bloody tablet. Didn’t have a scratch on it. The thing was heavy duty. They had bullets, but indestructible tablets?
I just didn’t understand these aliens.
One stupid green button later and the second door they tried to escape out of opened up into the cockpit. Bridge? Control room? I shrugged to myself and peered inside.
It had a huge windshield looking out into space and there were very important-looking aliens inside. All wearing shiny uniforms and pressing buttons at consols. Very Star Trek-like. Must be a good sound proof door. They didn’t seem like they’d heard all the shooting and screaming from the guardroom.
I killed them all.
