The Nori's 'subjects' were kept blissfully unaware as to what was following in their wake. The ship had been notified, via a secure channel to their home base, of her pursuers but cared very little for it. That was a problem for people and the Nori would never stoop so low as to count herself one of them. And what people didn't know couldn't upset them and by the holy shipyard of Ankh she wouldn't tell them, who knew what the monkeys would do if they heard news of a sylvanian war ship coming after them. It worried her a little. But right now matters needed attending, some idiot broke the waste'O'nutri and had accidentally summoned a service rep.
'So Mr. Sniggers... '
'My name is Carl.'
'Yes yes, and what do you think you can do for us here?' Bonnet eyed the holographic man with interest.
'Well, what is the nature of your emergency, sorry I have to ask, it's protocol'
'Our machine is broken, how the hell do I know where it's nature is at? man'
'Dude, maybe it's got a family, live on a weird planet full of vending machines?'
'Could be ... nothing wrong with a little vending machine harem. What would a Sgt. Sniggers machine be into anyway? Maybe it likes to make ice cold love to a freezer? man'
'What I meant was; what is wrong with the machine?'
'No Dude you talked about nature I thought you wanted to talk about nature?'
'Yea man, get to the point man, you can't go around saying one thing and mean another all the time.'
The Nori listened in with amazement. The two idiots were holding their ground well. At this rate the service rep would be leaving without even doing a routine check of the waste'O'nutri's systems. Which was fortunate because she had been using it for a while to manipulate her crews diet to what she thought of, was a more appropriate, less wasteful, admittedly less tasteful, feed for the monkeys. If monkeys could live on their own excrement, why not let them, quality food cost money and money was hard to come by. She did put in a little extra tranquilizing agent to smooth out the overall mood on the ship lately, but had hopes to be able to let off on it soon. And so it was in her best interest to have the service Rep, or Carl as he referred to himself, off and away from her without him prying too much.
'Gentleman, if I may have your attention for a moment. Now would you kindly tell me what is wrong with your machine.' service Carl made a desperate attempt.
Bonnet looked at him for a second, Rackham put a hand down his pants and took a seat.
'Yea Dude, I don't think there is anything wrong with the machine? works fine I think?'
The Nori saw her chance.
'Yes, Mr Carl, the waste'O'nutri is in perfect working condition.'
Smoke came out off the still open machinery of the waste'O'nutri.
'Dude what are you doing, we aren't done here stop flinging your D. around'
'What you heard him? I hear him say gentleman, he wants your attention not mine man'
'Dude that was just figure of speech he used, I think he meant you too'
'What? what would he do that for?'
Rackham still sat on with his arse on a chair doing the windmill in his pants. Turned his head over to Carl the service rep and said:
'Yo Sgt. Sniggers. He is the gentleman. My name is Calico Jack!'
Carl was a polite man, raised to the highest standards of the intergalactic art of knigge. He had learned that when someone presented himself to him by name it was customary to shake hands, or appendixes, or in the most dire of situations, do an air high five.
He attempted the latter, saw no noticeable response but bewilderment, subtly lowered his hand, and faded away.
'Nice Job! go Bonnet n Rackham!' The Nori cheered.
'Now put it whole again. You broke it, you fix it. Pronto' She switched tones.
Rackham cleared up, grunted, banged his fist against the waste'o'nutri, closed it shut, bolted it and left without saying another word.
Bonnet shrugged and decided that it was time to check up on his nose again. It had been broken but was expertly fixed by Dr Laetia. What remained was a small dull throb that had developed into somewhat of a whole body experience when he thought about it.
He made his way over to medical.