In the heart of the [i]Reclamation[/i], a Nautolan worked alone. His hands were covered in grease, masking the calluses and cuts which dotted his green skin. Clenched between the fingers of one hand was a fine iron wrench, the engineer gently turned a screw, tightening it to the needed tightness. Then he sighed, wiping the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of his dark blue jumpsuit. Yisil Vruk slipped the wrench neatly into his toolbox, then shut it gently. He pulled a leather canteen off his belt, twisted the cap off and drank slowly. 

As he rose to his feet and finished the needed adjustments on the radiator, Yisil was silent. The news had not quite hit him yet. A typically quiet and calm man, the engineer was filled with raging thoughts and emotions. He was still processing the information that had been relayed to him. The downfall of the Jedi, it came without warning and left him bewildered and saddened. The Nautolan had worked with Jedi before, worked with them know and he knew they were no traitors. He did not believe the Republic was capable of such a thing, he was never an idealistic type that believed the government was perfect, wholly without flaws. But was completely taken by surprise at their actions against the noble Jedi Order. 

Yisil breathed deeply, then calmly walked out the room, hauling his toolkit in one arm. He wondered how the Jedi onboard the vessel must have felt at this very moment. An attempted extinction on one's kind was a difficult thought to process. He had worked alongside the peaceful Jedi on the ship for some time now. Developed a respect for them, received nothing but kindness and understanding. As the Master Jedi's voice came over the intercom, the engineer kept walking down the narrow hallway, attempting to clear his thoughts and calm his inner worries. It did not do much help as his mind continued to wander and debate within itself.

He could not leave the [i]Reclamation[/i], that would be wrong. This was his home, he had nowhere else to go. Yisil's working with the Jedi would make him a target to the now Empire, his best chance at survival was to stay with the crew. The Galactic Empire, it sounded foul as he processed it mentally. Even moreso when spoken. Empires were cruel and brutal, he feared the Republic of old as gone for good. No one knew what would happen now. The [i]Reclamation[/i] had to survive, they were no traitors, they did not deserve to be branded as such. 

The nautolan turned into the common area, stepping inside as the door came open. Many of the other crewmen were here, and the room was noticeably quiet. His head tendrils felt the sadness in the air, hints of fear, confusion and internal pain. He did not know what to say, for now he'd do his best to listen, while offering a warm shoulder and open ears to everyone affected by the dreadful event. Yisil was silent as he entered the room, giving a wide glance towards the others before he stood in a corner, placing his toolkit down quietly.