Sybil Streets was having second thoughts, the Captain's orders were clear; get the spacers back on board. But a conflict of interest was at the heart of this order. In no possible way could she allow this Botan boy back on board. For the captain this might not have been an issue, but for a 3rd officer that meant daily interaction and in the long run having to keep the bloody maniac in line. No good pirate would keep one of his crew in a locker for long just for a little manslaughter. It was a waste of potential. Well, she didn't concern herself with potential, that was captain pay grade, she was here for security and keep secure the ship she would...
When she got to the nearest cargo airlock, a massive double doored pressure chamber meant for hauling around multiple shuttle sized cargo drones, she called up the ships Ai system.
"Hello Miss Streets, what can be done for you today" came the swift and non-standard response.
"Ship, ready the drones and get those space monkeys in there, pronto" she demanded in her sternest mannerism that in the many eyes of the Nori didn't quite manage to register as an order. But considering that those were some premium work worthy crew floating outside, the Nori surely would have eventually done so without her command anyway.
"Well Miss Streets, I couldn't help but notice your reluctance to include janitor Botan Boyuku, are you quite sure you wish to forgo the captain's orders and leave him out there? I do rather agree with your sentiment, he was never any good at cleaning my bathrooms and kept stuffing dirt into cupboards and what a terrible thing he did to Chief Winsborough, Miss Granger, Mr. Left, and one time I saw him kick the dog on deck 3, I have that on record do you wish to see it? " The robot voice slowly carefully and without intonation rambled. It occurred to Sybil that the insane machine would go on and on and on and probably show her pictures of her ill begotten imagined grandchildren if she didn't put a stop to this soon.
"Right you are, excellent thinking ship. Now throw the spacers in the airlock, leave the dead ones, and set up an emergency beacon to light up after our departure. Make sure Mr. Boyuku's contractual agreements are properly fulfilled on our end, print him a physical certificate of his excellent service aboard the Nori and wish him, in the name of the new management, good luck on his future endeavours."
With things cleared up and objectives set, the Nori woke up the massive cargo drones and started to happily and for her passengers unpleasantly quick, to fling them into the airlock.
Among the unfortunate, was the now former captain Dwight D. Rhymes whose discomfort level was in a vexing state of excitement, not only due to previous circumstances such as unintentional spacewalking, pirate kidnapping, and a long heritage of fathers and grandfathers that went by the first name of "Busta" which have never been too fond of his dull and uninspiring choice to break with tradition, but also because of various crew being thrown his way in speeds that he thought were reserved for unanimated matter hinted at a pain to come that promised even greater levels of discomfort.