The 'Kaldren Lower Level Landing Pad and Maintenance station' was hardly that. It was simply a huge hangar somewhere at what felt like the butt end of Coruscant. The one large open space that made up the whole facility currently held something like fifty ships of mostly smaller classifications. There was clearly room for more. There were a few personal shuttles and apart from that mostly light freighters. Kar doubted that anything bigger than that would fit through the narrow flight paths of the undercity.
At this rather bare bones facility they offered minimal service but in exchange for that you didn't have to pay much in fees and that kept your stay on Coruscant rather affordable. What they did offer and that was pretty much the only service, was to refuel here. If Kar was concerned that was what counted really.
Thankfully there was also a speeder rental place close by so that you could get out of here if you didn't have one on your ship. Kar had actually made use of that. He had rented out a proper airspeeder. Not a modern thing, but in good shape and clean. He had done that to not show up in front of his mom's house with his suspiciously looking Skyblade and draw unwanted attention to him or his mothers house. Carbon Scoring on your Speeder did tend to attract attention from the local authorities. And that was the last thing he needed.
An old R unit was moving a fuel tanker around and was selling the cheap fuel to anyone who wanted or really needed it. It was probably not the kind of top grade fuel you wanted to fill your tank with and it was most probably a big ripoff but Kar didn't mind it too much. His 'Bantha' had flown on worse and he felt like she had an 'iron gut' when it came to fuel.
Kar currently had half of his body cramped deep into the guts of his ship and the other half hanging out of the small maintenance hatch. Next to him 'Arsi', his trusty R-6 was whistling and beeping away. The annoyed tone clearly audible in the droid.
“No Arsi, I can't see the problem yet. Can you grab me the scanner again!?”
He asked the female programmed droid. A few complaints and mentions of his incompetence later she got her wheels in motion and went to look for the scanner in the toolbox.
“Yea, thanks, Arsi, keep the encouragements coming! That's definitively going to make this go faster.”
He piped back at her and crawled backwards out of the tight space he had forced himself into. While Arsi was going through the toolbox he grabbed the water bottle that he had put on the ground close to where he was working and took a few big gulps. Looking around he could see countless pilots going about similar tasks. Everyone down here rather worked on their ship themselves than spend huge sums on a maintenance crew in some fancy upper level landing bay. Some were probably just cheap and others were maybe simply out of credits. Or like him didn't like to waste them on fancy looking surroundings and a surcharge for location. Especially not if you could probably fix the problem yourself. That was if you could find it.
Arsi whired back to him with the scanner in hand and he put down the water bottle.
“Thanks Arsi!”
He said and started to force himself back into the crammed confines of the maintenance hatch.
“Lets try and find whats wrong with that darn port side fuel injector.”
Arsi voiced her doubts in his ability to find or fix the issue but Kar chose not to respond. She didn't like if their ship wasn't working right and he could understand that feeling. Especially since cramming himself through the tight maintenance hatch was not enjoyable and after a few minutes he would usually have to get out and stretch his arms and shoulders.