Eric was having a terrible day. It was easy to say that things were not going well at all for the former ensign of the United Nations Navy, mostly because about twenty minutes ago his girlfriend, and roommate, Amanda had broken his heart and thrown him out of their mutual home. The event had been entirely unexpected, at least on his part, and he couldn't help but feel like his hopes and dreams for the future had been dashed. In truth, the biggest part of that wasn't the loss of his lady love, but rather the fact that he now had nowhere to live. Ceres was a big place, the biggest station in the belt. There were six million people living here and he had formerly been among them, now he was just some homeless guy who had been kicked out of his apartment. It was an unfortunate fact, made more unfortunate by several other circumstances. Chief among them was the fact that he didn't have a job. A loud sigh escaped him as he schlepped his rucksack down the corridor and into the main square, his face sour as he looked down at his feet. Moping as he went along, Eric didn't notice the hulking brute of a man standing at the very edge of a crowd that had formed at the entrance to the square. With a muted ‘oof’ Eric ran into the man, putting his hands up as if he were innocent. “Hey so-” Amazingly the man hadn't even moved, too enthralled in the large screen hanging above the square itself. Eric frowned for a moment, then glanced up. In an instant his jaw dropped. Admiral Jasmine Nara of the Martian Congressional Republic Navy stood with her hands clasped behind her back, eyes set forward and her lips thin. The screen ahead of her flashed half a dozen different readouts, though in truth she read none of them. "Status?" Her voice boomed out across the entirety of the Command center, half a dozen versus all chirping in quick successions as they read out the various check lists that each one was assigned to. Their lists continued until they verified that each and every part of The Dialla was ready for battle. There was no change in her expression as she turned and faced the rest of the bridge, her eyes wandering towards the men and women who had served her loyally for the last few years. "We all know why we do this. We all know why this is happening. The OPA needs to understand it's mistake, and Earth needs to know Mars is not any weaker than it was before." Her lips were thin, her face a stark wall of determination. It was clear that Admiral Nara believed every single word she said. Her crew let out a quiet cheer, and then they returned to their assignments. For a moment she watched them, and then she shifted herself once again to read her command station. There she watched as the tactical display quickly screened through the over a dozen or so Martian Ships that were within her fleet. Their destination? Ceres. "This is..." Eric stammered slightly, recognizing the map on the screen for what it was just like everyone else in the crowd did. More than a dozen Martian ships had cut off their patrol sectors and were headed directly towards Ceres. It wasn't just a couple of patrol ships, but a fleet. His breath caught in his throat, Amanda was momentarily forgotten and his eyes cast towards everyone in the crowd. Suddenly the man in front of him turned, the OPA Tattoo on his chest more than obvious. "Out of my way." He said, pushing past Eric and rushing off in some direction. For a moment the former UNN Ensign balked, then returned to the map. "Are they nuts?" He asked quietly. "The UN won't just stand there." Half a heartbeat later, almost as if on cue, the screen changed and a voice boomed out. Admiral Nara's face bloomed out across the cosmos, her visage appearing on every terminal, every screen, every radio that could pick up her voice. "People of Ceres, the Mars Congressional Republic Navy has active intelligence that your station is harboring OPA fugitives responsible for recent Terrorist Strike against the MCR." Her tone was harsh, almost cruel. "Until these dissidents are apprehended, Ceres is on lock down." Almost as if on cue the Admiral's fleet crept closer to Ceres, surrounding it and forming a blockade. All around the station and across the starships docked there weapon alerts would trigger, and the danger would be immediately plain. "Cooperate, and you will not be harmed."