Spear Phishing

[Cinnabar]

Some would consider it a freelancer's haven. Others barely noticed a change in management. Fontana Freeport, previously known as Outpost Hesperia is one of the many freelancer bases. From a previous Hellfire Legion installation, it was changed into a Xeno influenced Freeport. This does not sound like the most optimal place for experimentation, unless we are talking about some twisted social study.
While Ren had plenty of bases to start her research (Read: tinkering) at, she chose this hollowed asteroid. Her reasons? Pretty simple.

• Renting a hangar wasn’t too expensive here, and with this, she didn’t hinder the capacities of hacker stations.
  
• Rogue guns were fairly easy to source, given the relative close proximity of Alcatraz.
  
• The place was suprisingly quiet. No Rogue brawls, or Junkers trying to help her by taking what they considered scrap.
  

After just a week, internal hangar bay 3 looked a lot different. There were neatly sorted gun parts in almost every corner of the makeshift workshop. Most of them labeled, too. Cooling solutions, heat sinks, spare barrels, capacitors, the list goes on. It was quite the operation. In the middle of this cascade, was a single Bayonet class interceptor. Most of it in relatively well kept condition, save for a few brand new burn marks. These, unlike the others were not made by the regularly overheating Rogue weaponry she mounted onto the ship. No, these were caused by weapons fire. Something considerably larger than your usual police laser cannon.

On top of the Bayonet, near the cockpit, sat Ren. Tearing out pieces of a gun that was ripped clean off by something. A mix of cusses and curses followed with every clump of metal she got rid of.