Things were going rather well for Jacque at the moment: He had slain a decent amount of pirates already and now had five bodies to take part in his 'puppet show', each being controlled by two fingers. With the pirates that had attempted to quell the prisoner escape all either dead or severely wounded, Jacque felt it was high time that he wrapped up his show and finally saw to leaving the wretched planet behind. Jacque reentered the market place, though he kept his eye on the street outside for any sign of reinforcements, "Well now Mr.Merchant, here we are, your suppliers dead, your products released, your customers scared off, and your store damaged and soon to be destroyed by moi. I gotta ask, was it worth it? The trading of the lives of sentient beings for fucking MONEY?" Jacque said as he loomed over the shop owner who lay before him. Having not moved after giving Jacque the key for fear of being shot, the merchant stared up at Jacque through one eye -the other having been crusted shut by dry blood and tears- and spoke "[b]You..come...kill me...now?[/b]", it asked with choppy english. Jacque crouched and pet Coal over the head like a villain stroking their cat, "No...no not even close. Y'see, what you've done is pretty terrible, but I don't feel that there's a lesson to be learned from vengeful murder. Instead, i'm going to let you live, live with the knowledge that the creature you were going to sell not only destroyed your shop, but refused to end your life after taking that which you worked hard to gain. You'll know what it's like to have everything taken from you, just like the people you've sold." Jacque explained with a soft smile on his face. 
The shaman snatched the merchant up my his shirt and dragged him out of the shop. "Alright gentlemen, you've got one last job to do." Jacque shouted to the corpses as he got far enough back before willing them into the shop. Once they all entered the premises, Jacque had each of the corpses activate any explosives they had on their persons, be it via pulling a pin or pressing a button. As Jacque clasped his hands over his ears, the alien merchant looked on in shock and horror as its store went up in a series of explosions and flames before letting out a shrill shriek of dismay. "I feel as though I should make some sort of one liner here. Instead I think i'll be getting off this rock. I'm sure that slaver ship has an escape shuttle or two it could spare." Jacque said before walking away. The shaman stopped as he noticed Rachel again and whistled to get her attention, "I think it's time I paid our transporters a visit. Y'know, pop in, talk shop, beat the piss out of em, and steal an escape shuttle. You in?".