A call to arms goes out across the system. Maybe you picked it up on a private channel. Perhaps someone close to you was closely tied to an OPA cell. Whatever the circumstances the message went out: Tycho had high-risk work for those who stood with the belt. Payment for transport ships and rifles for hire. Prelude: https://www.theexpanse-rp.com/threads/pointing-fingers.89/ Mars continued to harass belters around Ceres, carrying out random spot checks of ships coming and going. Putting the belters in their place. The earth did nothing, perhaps even conspiring with the martians to out the belters in their place. Tycho station was a hive of activity. Drones usually deployed to ferry cargo were collecting debris that surrounded the station. Large parts were collected for salvage. Drones worked in teams with fine mesh nets suspended between them to sweep up the rest of the detritus. The station itself had several punctures from fast moving shrapnel that were under repair. Humans were barely more resistant than air to shards of metal moving at those speeds and lives had been lost on the station from the brief skirmish around it. Work appeared to have been renewed in earnest on the Mormon ship. Tycho was trying to show that it was back in business. Those who answered the call would find heightened security across the station. The parent corp had guards and scanners at every dock with weapons scanners in place. Several areas of the station still bore the scars of the attempted insurrection. It had been claimed that the OPA had tried to take the station from Tycho Manufacturing. In fact the internal OPA conflict had been kept as quiet as possible. Especially when it came to convincing the Mormons that they didn't need a Star Helix contingent protecting their assets. Statements had been leaked to the press with evidence that suggested UN agents had conspired to have Fred Johnson killed for proving that the ships that attacked the Donnager had come from Earth. They would be led to a cargo warehouse that had been cleared out. The guards at the door were definitely not Tycho officials but wore high-grade body armour. At one end of the hall was a small crowd of belters in Tycho uniforms. A device projected a dull orange glow onto the wall behind them. Low murmurs filled the room, an atmosphere of anticipation. A lot of people here were hoping it was time to do something - anything - to take action back against the inner planets.