Kir Mondlo woke up that morning like he did every morning: climbed out of the uncomfortably small bed in his tiny apartment that he was being charged way too much for, ate some cheap breakfast, put on his permanently-stained technician coveralls (though at least they made it easy to hide his blaster pistol under them) and walked to work.

Seems like today was going to be more repairs and trying to cobble together components salvaged from less fortunate droids to make the few reasonably-valuable ones sellable. Like usual.