Issharra, or "black" as most people called him cause of his fur color, was currently at work helping calibrate the weapon systems on the turbo laser battery. A month ago they had found a drifting chunk of a battleship from the clone wars. Aside from raw scrap value, they still had an operational droid control system inside. At the moment he was testing to see if the turbo-batteries could be slaved to the greater control system so that the automated defense systems could be improved with things like 'leading targets' and 'crossfire' without some ghost in the machine taking over everything.
His claws clacked against the lenses as he tried to rub the bridge of his nose without moving the goggles first. He removed the goggles completely and stood up to his full height to grab a overhanding pipe then hang from it for a few moments. Slowly rolling himself backwards through his arms to stretch and pull like an athlete as he used his own weight for the resistance needed before pulling himself back through his own arms. His arboreal anatomy of longer than usual arms made these movements possible as he set his feet back down on the deck plate. with eyes closed he took a deep breath of the area and tried to find any scents in the recycled air.