Jacque sighed about the situation involving the jukebox but made no actual comment on the subject, "[b]Thanks for the heads up Fixer. Just a heads up, get ready to do the "Patchwork droid" bit again if we get boarded.[/b]". After failing to receive an answer from Marka, Jacque took it upon himself to deal with the situation by entering the cockpit and making himself comfortable in the pilot's seat. He'd likely be fussed at later by the Xexto pilot, but being fussed at beat being blown apart by a landslide. He tuned in to the frequency that was currently being used by the checkpoint and proceeded to respond, "[b]Apologies for the delay, proceeding with transmitter shut down as ordered.[/b]" he stated in a curt but polite manner. The smuggler was many things, however, a crack shot pilot was definitely not one of them. He knew enough to flip the proper switches to shut off the automated pilot and anything that may have caused interference and slave the controls. This knowledge, as well as the knowledge necessary to fly a shuttle at least semi-decently was one of many basic skills those within Jacque's line of work knew. At least those that decided to take their operations off world at least. After all, one rarely made it far in the space trade without learning how to operate a ship.

That being said, there was no way in hell that Jacque had the skill necessary to outfly whatever welcoming committee the Milano would receive if something went wrong. "[b]Any day you wanna get up here Marka, that'd be fantastic.[/b]" The smuggler ground out as he allowed the ship to drift through the vast expanse of space in anticipation of the order that was bound to come. He could only hope that the lovely folks at the check-point wouldn't come across anything illegal. 

He didn't really have anything to hide: his guns were post-war, only having been upgraded enough to keep them functional. The parts used may have been a bit questionable, but trying to find the registration that listed what parts were meant to be on a single specfic blaster rifle and pistol from an era where said rifle and pistol were mass produced alongside other models and sold for dirt cheap later would be an absolute nightmare for the poor sods trying to do it. It was one of many reasons he'd chosen them. His vibro-dagger was another slightly questionable item- technically legal considering that the more effective alternative to vibroweapons was something only jedi were allowed to carry, however the vicious wounds that vibroblades left tended to paint them and those that used them in a poor light. After that, all Jacque had left to his name was a bit of clothing and a toothbrush. The only thing that he could really be hassled about was his jail record, however he'd served his time and he was technically working an actual job. 

All in all, Jacque figured that after a bit of chop busting he'd be in the clear. But what of the others? What if Krus failed to keep is hands to himself around something expensive earlier? What if Fixer got fed up with the 'patchwork droid' routine and snapped at someone for making a snide comment? What if Viik had a slave brand no one knew about and she was considered stolen property? The possibilities where as endless as they were unpleasant. Jacque let out a slow breath. He had to be calm. If he and the others remained calm then nothing could go wrong. Right?