Jacque sucked in a sharp breath as the carbine was leveled at his chest. Goddamn it Krus. The nemodian's reaction was completely expected- in fact Jacque would've been completely surprised if Krus [i]hadn't run[/i], still, goddamn it Krus. With his current positioning there was little Jacque could do beyond comply for the time being. The human slowly fell to his knees and placed his hands on his head, all the while glaring daggers Tr'ann Dasheer's smug face. In that moment the human came to one single conclusion: The very moment he got the chance, Tr'ann Dasheer was going to catch one in between his legs. It was times such as this that made Jacque absolutely adored his planet. Specifically, he adored how Sirpar's heavy gravitational pull made moving in more "normal" gravity an absolute breeze.

The sound of Fixer's voice over his comm caused a momentary lapse in Jacque's concentration prompting from the human another sharp breath, though his eyes still remained on the Chagrian officer. An idea came to mind, one that was in all honesty pretty stupid, "[i]Fixer I swear if this doesn't get me killed you'd better not get us blown apart.[/i]" He mused as he breathed in deeply. "[b]GET US THE HELL OUT OF HERE FIXER![/b]" He all but roared as he lunged forward. Muscles built up from several years worth of of heavy gravity, heavy lifting, and heavy brawling exploded into action as Jacque closed the gap between himself and Tr'ann in short order. With his right hand he clawed wildly at the blaster in a mad attempt to at least turn it away from something vital, and with his left he swung for Tr'ann's face as hard as he could manage. Further adding to his assault attempt Jacque tried to make good on his promise of genital assault by trying to catch the Chagrian's groin with his knee. 

Jacque couldn't quite think clearly at the moment, given his mad attempt at neutralizing his captor at the moment. However if he could, there would likely be only two things going through his mind: Fuck the First Order, and fuck this day.