Rackham floated along, the Nori had cut thrust for as they approached Haradhere with sub light speeds. He passed the by holodeck. Someone had left the door open. And before anyone could have noticed it Rackham was inside, shut the door, pulled out his multi tool and spot welded it in place.
The Nori noticed. And reminded him that he is not allowed inside the holochamber on account of previous transgression.
Rackham didn't care,he loaded up "Dr. Lovejoy's InterSpecies69" and let his self control take a long stroll in someone else's mind. Mainly, the Nori's mind.
Nori tried getting her cleaning bots into the chamber but couldn't get in and was forced to watch Rackham enjoy her darkest nightmares.
She could still speak to him but he paid her no mind.
'That is disgusting you .... deeply deeply disturbed person'
Her pleading fell on Rackham's deaf ears like rain on a barn.
Dr. Lovejoy's intergalactic renown was one of few equals. His Interspecies specials had roused Billions of wimpy patsies and now did so for Rackham.
Rackham had a dental fetish and joined an intergalactic lobby in search of something that suited his tastes. Specifically, he was looking for the perfect BJ. He had, in his earlier sessions tried Feline peoples mouths, Canine ones, even snake people. He, looking for something new, was tempted to try the snake ones again. Their tongues fascinated him but they weren't quite what he was hoping for. He needed something more substantial, encompassing, something truly remarkable.
To the Nori's distress he tried out a couple of what the Nori classified as orc monkeys but passed them up for their lacking dental hygiene after he got one of his balls hooked up and almost impaled by one of, what he could only assume was a female, its tusks. The holo chambers pain simulation was astoundingly accurate.
And the Nori, ultimately the one that had to administer the pain by proxy of the chambers systems, felt every bit of it just as he did, only in a more disgusted manner.
Nori didn't per se have something against the biological creatures ways of reproduction. It was just that she preferred not to be involved in the process. And, the smell that Rackham left in the holo chamber, was to anyone who came in there after him, akin to leaving a toilet un-flushed.
'Rackham you filth, you open this door, this instant!'
Nori had alerted Lt.Streets, who came to her aid but was faced with a welded door.
Rackham again did not take notice.
'Well, ship, what is he doing in there anyway that has got you so riled up?'
'You wouldn't believe me if I told you ...' The Nori answered. And continued to let slip the details of Calico Jacks imaginary sexual adventures in "Dr. Lovejoy's Interspecies69, MuLtiPLaYer".
Nori was aware. Streets was aware. Rackham wasn't.
Curiously though, his quarry, was aware. The Nori didn't see the need to further explain Rackham's partner in crimes phenotype to Lt. Streets but urgently felt compelled to tell her of the malware the, currently, full mouthed one was loading into her systems unnoticed by Rackham and unhindered by Nori's security systems.
Rackham finished. The thing bit his junk off. Rackham screamed. The thing summoned up a rating, gave it 5 Stars and left a snarky post; 'Come again', on Rackham's MuLtiPLaYer profile, signed by "NooBmaster9000".
The agony was real. The pain was real. But Rackham found to his great relief that holographic amputation stayed holographic and his piece was still in place. And his reputation among the crew grew firmer with every like that got placed under what the Nori made into a short meme and published on the internal crew channel.
Blomar was spacewalking. He enjoyed it immensely. Haradhere was already visible to his naked eye, a small ball like grey object with some lights coming from it, but growing larger by the second.
He stayed a little while longer and then made his way back to the airlock randomly spraying his tag on the Nori's hull a couple of times.
'Ship, announce the entry burn and order all personnel to their couches.'