A New Workshop

After they left the war room (as Hugo thought of it), Hugo put his neural implant back online. After a diagnostic exam, he attempted to get his bearings. His location put him in Sector 660, an industrial sector on the far port of the Structure.

He looked around and the sight was both familiar and alien at the same time. He had seen it in news reports and virtual simulations, but this was different. This was real, and Hugo could feel a palpable tension in the air. The Sector had been plagued by poverty, crime and political unrest for centuries - he could see why the Sanctuary chose it as their base of operations: why would anyone care about a small group of undocumented squatters?

Seeing nothing else to do with his day, he explored the Sanctuary, looking for a place to set up his toolkit and get to work. He eventually stumbled across a small, empty room in the back of the compound. It was basic but serviceable - a couple of chairs, a desk and some shelves. Perfect!

He quickly set up some tools he had on him, as well as some holo-displays he nicked from some of the other rooms. After syncing the new system with his neural implant, he had a fully functional and fully integrated workshop. He began going through his schematics, and after finding what he was looking for, he put it on the central display: Mac's custom weapon.

Mac had asked for a weapon as a way to scope out Hugo's skills, but now that he went back to the design, he was proud of it. Fully isolated and untraceable, and not to mention versatile. It was a small handheld energy projector, with variable output types, strengths, frequencies, and directionalities - in short, a very hi-tech ray gun. Good for stunning a man, jamming wireless frequencies, or shutting down power to an entire Sector in equal measure.

He left the Sanctuary only briefly, and just to steal some scrap parts from some industrial comlexes nearby: he wanted to finish his design, and hopefully a sleeker version of the prototype he'd made back home.

For hours he worked on it, and eventually he had what he wanted.

He felt a lot safer knowing he was armed, though he wasn't sure how it'd fare against the police robot from the pod. He hoped he wouldn't have to find out soon.

As he admired his handiwork, someone entered the room:

"Nice handheld, is that custom?"