The non-descript Carmara freighter glides into bay alongside an aged LH Gunship. The obvious signs of battle and repair can be traced on its hull. Near the edges of the wings, ports are plated up where antennas and data receivers have been removed.
The Outcast known as Basilisk steps off the freighter and grimaces at the sight. "She is going to need a lot of work." He signals back to the crew of the freighter to start unloading the cargo. Several new Outcast gunboat turrets are placed on the hanger deck along with armor plates and a rather large Outcast transponder.
It was a long trip from Malta, Basilisk had been stationed against his will in the heart of Liberty to be a distraction to Liberty forces so that the shipments could get through and to marshal some of the independent pirates in the area. Until recently, the plan had worked. He had made breech after breach in Liberty's net drawing even whole fleets of Dreadnaughts, Cruisers and Gunboats out of their positions in his light fighter until, that is, a few fighters had mastered foreign missile tech brought in by the LSF. He was now in an ever increasing fight for his life. His loved fighter was coming back to base missing all of its hard to get outcast weaponry, and large sections of hull.
One evening after a more brutal fight then normal with LSF ace Fluid, an old nemesis, he contacted Outcast command requesting the commission of a heavier ship. It was granted and he returned to Malta to bring back the equipment necessary to outfit it. Officials on Malta told him to land at Mactan to secure his new vessel.
So here he was looking at his possible chariot. Cranes in the hanger bays where already lifting parts into place. He could see several men carrying off what looked like large computer systems that had been removed from the ship. After almost a week of refit the ship was serviceable and brought out on a few break in cruises. Despite her aged appearance she handled well and her power seemed satisfactory.
Only one thing remained, rejection or approval. Basilisk gave a nod to the man in the hanger and he was off to submit the final paperwork to the leader of the Hackers. Basilisk knew that it could go either way and waited patiently for the response at the bar.
A letter at the top of the stack reads "Sir, the ship awaits in hanger 4 for your inspection, all documentation of our modifications are available in hard copy within this package as well in digital form. Respectfully Signed, Basilisk, Outcast."