Jacque snorted as Rachel referred to his life as interesting and spoke of the joys of kicking ass. With her cuffs free, Jacque rolled his head a bit, eliciting a series of cracks from his neck just as Rachel told him her name, "Nice t'meetcha Rachel. I'm Jacque." he stated with a polite nod before jogging over to one of the downed guards that Spartan had kicked earlier. The shaman had to move fast, for while he may have been fortunate enough to avoid being attacked thus far, it wouldn't be long before more pirates or this planet's authorities showed up. The pirate was of course dead, his bones shattered and stabbing through the flesh in several places, however for what Jacque had planned, he didn't need a living body- just some fresh blood. "Coal, the wounds on my hands are healing, you mind being a dear and remedying that for me?" Jacque inquired as he waved he hand in front of the serpent. Coal was only to happy to oblige, and quickly sunk her teeth into Jacque's palm before letting go. "Ouch. Thanks Coal." Jacque said as he began to trace symbols with the blood that welled up onto the corpse's forhead, hands and the bottom of his boots, "M ap ba nou, mannken mwen strings yo mwen te senyen, ou va danse tankou si vivan menm si klèman mouri. Maryonèt nan san." he chanted as he placed his hands over the corpse's eyes. The pirate suddenly began to jitter and convulse as though alive, and as Jacque stood and curled his fingers slightly, the corpse rose, "I may not be a necromancer, but who needs one when you can make your own flesh puppets?" the shaman mused.

Jacque's fingers danced like a marionette as he willed the corpse to pick up its fallen weapons and follow him out of the shop, whereupon exiting he had the body open fire on a pair of slavers that had been drawn from their ship due to the commotion. Jacque smirked as he began to walk towards them, "More puppets to join my show...".