As he continued in his pursuit for the trespasser aboard his vessel, Jacque couldn't help but lament one particular flaw in the [i]Milano[/i]'s design: It offered few hiding places when one was coming down the main corridor. This was a fact that the human was immediately made aware of when he finally happened upon not one, but [i]two[/i] unknown bodies, not to mention a few droids that he was pretty certain didn't belong there either. Shit. There was however one silver lining to this situation, and it was that the uninvited guests didn't exactly look to be on good terms with one another if the big armored guy's way of holding his rifle was any sort of indication.

As Jacque raised his carbine he began to debate the merits on trying to pop all of them at once. On the one hand; he'd have the element of surprise, on the other; chances were he might not hit everyone in time to avoid retaliation, not to mention there was a chance that even if he [i]did[/i] hit them all he might not score a kill with each shot, worse still, there was a possibility that the ensuing fire fight could damage something important. With these thoughts rattling about in his head, Jacque came to the conclusion that the risks far outweighed the rewards and cleared his throat loudly to catch everyone's attention, "[b]I'm going to have to ask you folks to drop your weapons. I'm also going to have to ask who the fuck you people are, and why the fuck you're on my ship.[/b]".