Karro stumbled through the streets of dorsis, oil and fluid seeping from the gaping hole of torn wires and shattered metal that was once his left arm. He had gotten a little too confident in his assassination abilities, turns out a wookiee can really rip your arm out of socket. His ship, The Nightengale was docked across the street on top of an old warehouse, he had little time to find someone who could repair him.
The droid slumped down in a dirty alleyway, he activated a hologram of his "home" on his hand staring into the rotating image of the asteroid lab. He was incapable of emotion but, this was the closest he got to feeling general sadness. He deactivated the hologram and let his head fall back on the wall with a clank. The Droid's photoroceptors started to force themselves off as the droid slowly deactivated.