Tir had both her datapad and the replacement disassembled on the floor of her apartment. Each part was laid out in a perfect, organized order based on how they all fit together. Unfortunately, she had encountered one obstacle in that the replacement screen’s connectors were too corroded to be useful, but that was something she could work around. Taking out her knife, she cut the wire leading to the connector on both screens, then paused briefly to gather what she would need to splice them back together from her reserve of parts. 

Once the new connector was attached, Tir was able to reassemble her datapad with its new screen, then store away the remainder of the useful parts she had been working with for later use. Afterwards, she powered up the datapad, which, to her relief, powered up just as normal. The screen seemed to be in fine condition, though she could only guess when the next part would need replacing. Regardless, it could once more connect to the holonet, and of course the moment it did, she received multiple alerts of messages she had missed. The first was a message from the Stars, trying to recruit her into their gang as they always did after she returned a bounty to them. The next two were spam messages offering various bodily enhancements from questionably companies, while the last two were job offers from a contact she knew to be a member of the Sirens. In general, she did not accept jobs that were offered to her, and instead sought out bounties on her own. But, if the job was not something she found objectionable, she sometimes made exceptions. By 3030 standards, the Sirens were an organization she could consider acceptable, so it was possible she might take one of the offers. She would need time to think on the matter, since she was not exactly in need of credits at the moment. 

After a glance down at the tools she still needed to put away, she looked to her prosthetic for a moment. She rotated its joints and flexed out the artificial muscles while listening closely at the faint sounds it produced. She was getting a small amount of resistance in the movements, so it was likely that its inner workings required another good cleaning. While it offered some advantages over a biological limb, it did require occasional maintenance. The present was as good of a time as any, so she collected her cleaning solution, deactivated the limb’s pain receptors, then set to work opening up its outer plating.