"I'm certain i'll come up with something for this new toy of mine. But for now, my biggest concern involving this weapon is how long it'll take to ram into the eye of whatever poor bastard tries to stop us from commandeering a ship." Jacque said as he tucked his cane sword under his arm and broke into a light jog. As it turned out, the ship that had brought him and the other prisoners to the planet wasn't all that far from the market place, close enough in fact that as Jacque stood before the open loading bay door, he swore he could still smell the slight scent of ozone from the weapons his meat puppets used, a scent that always seemed to accompany the discharge of weaponry that was plasma based in nature. Jacque perished the thought as he craned his neck to look up at the large vessel before him, then peered into the strangely dim loading bay "Huh. No guards out front, that's pretty fuckin' weird. I should probably care a bit more, but at this point I think i've reached a level of apathy so profound that it transcends definition.". Patting Coal lightly on the side, Jacque nodded to Rachel before crouching a bit, unsheathing the cane sword, and slowly creeping into the ship.

What Jacque saw next caught him off guard: Bodies. Several of them, all sporting massive slashing wounds. The air smelled of blood, not all that surprising considering the fact that it was splattered along the floor and walls. "Hey, Rachel, get in here." Jacque half whispered without turning to look at here. The shaman surmised that whatever had done this was well armed, and pretty damned good at close quarter combat, and while it may have did him a favor by killing pirates, Jacque was becoming increasingly cautious. '[i][b]Do you think whatever did this is still on board?[/b][/i]' Coal whispered mentally, "[i]I dunno Coal. But i'd rather not find out, we're stealth modding this one. No flashy or loud magic.[/i]" Jacque mused in return as he waited for Rachel to view the carnage.