Event The Blockade of Ceres

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  1. Eric Walsh

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    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.
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    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.
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    "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.
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    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."
     
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  2. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Violet had only been on Ceres for less than a day, she was still trying to figure out exactly where she was going to stay when her hand terminal chimed. She pulled it from her pocket and raised a brow at the message that played across the screen, and the harsh voice that boomed over the speakers at the same time. For a brief moment, she stayed still and closed her eyes.

    She took a deep breath and slowly exhaled through her nose, groaning in frustration without actually opening her lips. "You've got to be kiddin' me!" She grumbled irritably.
     
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  3. Corvus Dravere

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    Corvus sighed inside his helmet. Tethered to the side of the loading bay, he was helping to monitor the unloading of the ice that would be needed to keep Ceres supplied with water - for both hygiene and consumption. A beeping on his wrist said someone was trying to get ahold of him, and after checking the short message flash, he untethered and pushed off towards the airlock - he needed to get to the bridge.

    Something big was going on.

    And that something involved Mars.
     
  4. Malachi Kane

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    If there ever was a way to freeze people in their tracks, this was it. All around Malachi the roar of his fellow brethren gave a roar. Not even the sabakawala that were Star Helix were even able to keep the calm.

    “Oye, what felota is this?!” a barrel chested Belter at his right roared.

    “We knew dis dey would come! We are nuding but slaves to der war. Now they come to take Ceres!”

    Among the throngs of increasing ire were also the expressions of panicked faces.

    “Kaka felota.” Malachi cursed, rising to his feet.

    “Are we going to let them walk over us?” there was a roar of denial followed by murmurs of ‘Anderson Station’. Belters all over knew exactly what happened the last time they tried to stand up against United Nations.

    Mars would be no different.

    Off to his side, a young woman spouted in disbelief. She wasn’t the only one. Granted, that was when the growing mob protesting the blockade of Mars began to thicken. Bodies began to push against one another, shoving and thrusting against @Violet as the ire around them grew.
     
  5. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    The growing crowd around her was quickly becoming out of control and overwhelming. Entirely too similar to Tycho station, the memories still fresh on her mind. She was considerably smaller than most of the belters that jeered in the crowd and she had to start pushing her way through the spaces between their bodies. At least she's not martian, but that was only a slight improvement. It would be dangerous for anyone from down the well to be caught in the streets. How long until someone lashed out?

    She kept her terminal out, trying to connect a call to @Dieter Kohler as she worked her way towards a store front that lined the crowded street, it would at least get her out of the mob that was swarming around her. A particularly tall Belter stepped forward just as she managed to get free from the crowd and she nearly stumbled into him, though she twisted around with that belter-like grace of hers and just barely avoided a collision. The last thing she wanted to do in this situation was draw attention to herself.
     
  6. Corvus Dravere

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    Corvus had his helmet dangling from the back of his suit, his gloved hands pulling him up the stairs and into the bridge. "What in the black crotchpit of the Noctis is going on out there." Judging from the sharp looks sent his way, Mars had done something to piss the Belters off. His drawl was like painting a giant target on his back, honorary Belter or not.

    At the very least, this crew wouldn't shoot him. He doubted they'd stop anyone else but... they wouldn't do it. Silver linings and all.

    "Play it back." He says, coming up to the Captain's terminal, giving a roll of his finger that said 'rewind, moron.'

    And so he stared, and watched the first shots of a coming war fired across Ceres' broadcast network like a shotgun in a ship corridor.
     
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  7. Eric Walsh

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    Fuck.

    Fuck fuck fuck.

    Mars? No. He was not ready to deal with Martians today, not any day really. They were a mean bunch, territorial as could be and with a general disdain for Earthers. It wasn't something that Eric was in the mood for today, particularly given the fact that he'd just been dumped only a few hours ago.

    He let out a curse and turned away from the screen, turning around on a dime and heading back towards the way he'd come.

    "Okay." Eric said to himself as he stepped away from the crowd, spotting several people doing the same and hearing one of the belters loudly yell out. "You have no dog in this fight, you're not OPA, you're not a Martian, and you're not UN Navy anymore."

    He took a breath and glanced down towards the crowd, things were getting rowdy. "Best get out of here."

    There was no telling exactly what these idiots would do. Ceres was stuffed to the brim with OPA and Belters, someone was bound to do something stupid. There was no way Star Helix could keep all of this under control, and if he remembered his military tactics right Ceres was about to be boarded by more than once complement of Martian Marines.

    This was gonna get ugly.
     
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  8. Dieter Kohler

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    “Piece of scheisse,” Dieter cursed, kicking the flashing machine hard enough to earn a familiar glare from behind the counter of the pachinko parlor’s front desk. Dieter shrugged innocently and laughed. “C’mon Bridget. I give you two years to tidy up the joint, and your shit’s still rigged.”

    The middle-aged Belter woman shook her head disdainfully, but he knew she wasn’t really angry. She was just happy to see him again. Well, happy to see his money again. Ceres hadn’t changed one goddamn bit. A few new storefronts, new faces, but it was the same as ever. At the moment, however, it seemed quiet than he remembered. Much, much quieter, apart from the booming female voice coming over the station intercom.

    As he dug into his pocket for his last few chips, the words echoing through the gambling den suddenly solidified from a formless drawl into concise words, spoken in a Martian accent. Oh. Shit. Not ideal.

    Digging out his terminal, he saw that his newfound companion had beat him to the punch, and was already calling him. He answered, jamming the device to his ear as he hustled out of the grungy little club and towards the tube station that’d take him back towards the more civilized part of Ceres. Unfortunately, judging by the crowded hallways, everyone had pretty much the same idea.

    “Vi?” he shouted into the receiver, over the din of the swirl of bodies around him, “I just heard, headed your way. You think we have time to get off station?”

    A thought occurred to him as soon as he asked: Deja vu.
     
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  9. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    She quickly pressed her own terminal to her ear when she saw that call connected. Thank god. She shot a quick glance up towards the tattooed Belter (@Malachi Kane) that towered over her and moved herself a little closer to the wall, desperately hoping that she would blend in with the painted metal. An unlikely scenario, but a girl could hope.

    Dieter had gone off to meet up with some old friends and left Violet to wander about the station on her own for the time being. A fact that was only mildly less irritating than the mob that was starting to shout even louder. She watched what looked to be another Earther duck out of the crowd, he seemed to have the right idea. (@Eric Walsh) "So uhm.. things are gettin' pretty heated up here. Where are you?" She pressed a hand to her opposite ear, trying to hear the man on the other line more clearly.
     
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  10. Malachi Kane

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    “Oye! You! Yer one of them Inners!” a cry came out from the right. Ceres wasn’t just home to Belters, but Martians and Terrans as well.


    “You knew this was going to happen.”


    “Daddeh” the anguished cry of a little girl and tiny arms from the left rang. Her father scooping her up into his arms. He was of a stout form, with olive skin and a trimmed beard. For those who knew him were well aware that he came from the Mariner Valley.

    “I don’t want any trouble.” tiny hands went circling around his neck, his little girl clinging tight. His right hand came up, palm out, as if trying to calm the situation while cradling the girl.

    “Setop bush to, sabakawata!” <Shut up, asshole!> came the snarl, the Belter inching forward as if to attack, shoving Malachi against Violet.

    Nearly stumble @Violet did not. Granted, that was due to the fact that the crowd was becoming rowdy prompted the actual follow through. Long limbs and hands came down to latch down upon the woman’s shoulders, automatically snapping out when the thick mass of bodies lunged forward and back.
     
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  11. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    Violet yelped as @Malachi Kane was shoved into her, fumbling with her hand terminal, but the man reached out to grab her before she was thrown too off balance. She grimaced, the tension broiling in the air was nearly palpable at this point. The call with @Dieter Kohler wasn't disconnected, but she didn't have the terminal but he'd likely hear her raise her voice towards the brutish Belter that was trying to pick a fight nearby.

    The belter who caught her still had a hold on her shoulders as she peered around him, scowling fiercely at the man who had shoved past him. "Oye! Leave 'em alone!" She shouted, at least trying to redirect the situation away from the earther and his daughter.
     
  12. Corvus Dravere

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    Corvus frowned, opening up the exterior camera. In fact, he'd practically shoved the Captain aside to do so. Thankfully, nothing seemed to be going on just now. "Lock the hatches." He says finally, drawing a sound of protest from somewhere out on the bridge. Frowning, he clenched a fist.

    "Things are about to get violent. Unless you think you can handle a Belter-Martian firefight, lock the damn hatches. Close it down." There was a pause, and then finally someone had the sense to start locking down the airlocks.

    "Hand out weapons. Get guards on each airlock. If someone tries to get in, I want to know who it is, why, and how many."
     
  13. Dieter Kohler

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    “Somewhere I shouldn’t be,” Dieter admitted to Mackenzie, skidding to a halt when he spotted just how backed up the tube station ahead of him was. The spinward lower-class locals were piling onto the train cars with an urgency he couldn’t quite figure out. Where were they headed? Wasn’t it safer to be deeper in the station when the Reds got here?

    Maybe not, he realized. Rules of engagement, along with weapon safeties, were far more likely to be off once the Martians descended to the tunnel-like Wild West of lower Ceres. He needed to get back towards the top, he decided, but looking at the jammed tube only made him wish he still had a Star Helix badge to put him at the front of the line. Then again, Belters were iffy on authority in the best of times, nevermind in a crisis. It was probably not a great time to be a cop. Was his old partner still on the payroll? He hadn’t bothered to check. If so, how much did it suck to be her right now?

    Focus. He needed to get skyward. Nowish. There were alternatives to public transport.

    “Okay, stay put, I’m headed your - “ he started, then heard the echo of the female Scot’s voice shouting - nowhere near the receiver. Clearly, she had her hands full. Sounded like loads of fun.

    “Dammit,” he grumbled, before hanging up the terminal and starting his press against the flow of human traffic in the cramped, neon-lined subterranean tunnels towards the nearest maintenance hatch. Hopefully the access codes hadn't changed in his absence.
     
  14. Sophie Iverson

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    A Deck, UNN Light Destroyer Munroe, Berth A90, Ceres Station Dock

    Sophie was halfway through suiting up when the lights dimmed to emergency red. She dropped her suit and went for her hand terminal, biometrics logging her into the UNN secure network.

    "This is not a drill, this is not a drill. General quarters, general quarters. All personnel report to your action stations."

    That was all she needed to hear. She snatched up her helmet again and slammed it on, twisting the locking rings and bringing up the heads-up display. The relevant briefing was already opening up, showing multiple Martian vessels on hard burn towards Ceres. They were on staggered approach, some arriving in minutes, some not arriving for hours.

    She closed the window. Beneath it was her order packet, somehow timestamped from two minutes ago.

    Investigate and report. Rules of engagement not restricted for the operation.

    There was a jolt, the Munroe's navigation and engineering testing their ability to leave at any moment. She logged into the shipboard command net to listen in.

    "All ashore personnel of Munroe, this is an immediate recall. Repeat, immediate recall. All shore leave is suspended, repeat all shore leave suspended. Munroe is commencing undock in five minutes. Repeat, undock in five minutes. Armed force is authorised on any party that attempts to obstruct your return."

    Sophie swore, picked up a heavy-armour outer suit layer from the locker, and stepped into it. She needed to get down to the hangar right now.
     
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  15. Eric Walsh

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    Well this was getting way out of hand. It seemed that the Belters were getting more than a little riled up and Eric had absolutely no intention of sticking around here longer than he had to. His lips thinned, his gaze dropped to the floor, then he heaved his rucksack and immediately bolted it down the alleyway.

    No one had ever accused him of being brave, and he wasn't about to change that today.

    Definitely not. Right now it was time to run, get out of dodge and maybe hide away somewhere so this could all blow over. He frowned for a moment, remembering the map that had shown on the screen. He quickly decided that the best course of action was heading towards the docks, some Martian ships would be here soon but there was still time to get out before they actually managed to cut Ceres off completely.

    He ran a few steps, then stopped. His head swiveled towards the direction of Amanda.

    "Shou-" Eric frowned, then slowly shook his head. "Nah you were always kind of a bitch."

    Then without another thought Eric rushed forward.
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    MCRN ACTIONS

    Admiral Nara stood quietly on the bridge.

    The fleet would arrive near Ceres at different times, but her own ship as well as two others already sat within weapons range of the asteroid station. Their weapons were spooled up, targeting systems were live, and any ship that attempted to leave would be met with stark opposition. They would receive a single warning, and then would be fired upon.

    "Wait for the arrival of the rest of the fleet. I want Ceres Blockaded."


    There was no doubt in her mind that the United Nations would respond soon enough, and the Prime Minister had given orders for no severe actions to be taken unless absolutely necessary.

    No Martian marines would be sent aboard Ceres just yet, but as more Martian ships arrived the blockade around Ceres would grow tighter and tighter. Nara's objective was simple, prevent the escape of the OPA operatives and ensure the Station remained sealed off. When the UN arrived there would be complications, but they would be handled.​
     
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  16. Astrian Callus

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    The Curte-Cursor had only began its docking procedure when the clamps shut tight into a deadlock. Astrian looked quizzically at his crewmates. His hand shot to the navigation consoles communication port, a small microphone standing upright attached by multiple wires to the console.

    "Control, this is the Curte-Cursor. Our docking clamps have entered Deadlock. What's going on, is the station breached? Over."

    Nothing, not a sound. Empty static was the response. Astrian looked back, seeing Caleb and Jordan looking at him with expressions of frustration and curiosity. He took a summary of panic from their movement, not returning an expression to feed their own. He had to be a leader now, like he'd used to be. It was his ship, after all.

    "Ceres, this is Curte-Cursor. Why is nobody on your fucking channel?"

    Astrian spoke in a hushed voice, lips pressed against the microphone as his ears twitched in acknowledgement at another lack of response. His eyes moved to the ships viewport, examining a multitude of Martian ships.

    It wasn't the OPA. It was the fucking M.C.R.N, what the hell were they doing here.

    Docking Clamps locked, people restricted from leaving. It was a quarantine. He'd be damned if he or his people were getting stuck on this ball of rock they called a station. He grimaced, a frown defining his features and a ball of fire bleeding from his stomach into his back. "Captain, there's a Martian blockade around Ceres. We gotta hide the supplies, we could get caught."

    Astrian shook his head, pushing himself up from his chair as he moved across the bridge heading for his quarters. "Get Amy, we're disabling those docking clamps. Rest of you, shore up. Nobody else gets back on board unless its me or Amy. And if we aren't back in two hours. Stay put."
     
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  17. Malachi Kane

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    @Corvus Dravere @Eric Walsh @Dieter Kohler @Sophie Iverson


    It definitely got the Belter’s attention. His thick head swung around to eyeball @Violet. In the ruckus, there wasn’t much to see save the brown hair and the brogue from the Terran native. On the outside, Violet would have blended right in. But having her defend the Inner planet father and daughter only managed to bring his ire.

    A savage snarl made his upper lip curl, spittle coating as he spat, “Xiya na pelesh to, paxoniseki.” <This isn’t your place, Inner Scum.> His meaty hand came up, intending to push the woman away. He might have been born in zero g but the rockhopper had worked muscles down by the dock. Malachi knew him, by the name of Alexi.

    This was only going to get worse.

    Malachi’s hand came snapping out, moving to catch Alexi’s fist. The towering Belter gave a bark, “What are you doing, ko peng? There are more important things to worry about!!”

    By then it was too late. That was when the first fist came flying out into the crowd. Who began it was anyone’s guess, but the Medina was about to become a bloodbath between the Belters and the wellwallas at the station. Nevermind that they all called this their home. The line had been drawn.
     
  18. Violet

    Violet Mackenzie

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    The slender terran slipped around @Malachi Kane after he had intervened on her behalf, non-too-subtly placing herself between the father and his child. Hurriedly, she ushered them along and gestured down one of the side alleys that led away from the mayhem that was spreading in the Medina.

    While she had kept the two of them out of trouble for now, she had managed to paint a massive target on the back of her head as a result. This was a bad time for her to have no place to go.

    As she turned back around to thank the Belter who had helped her, she came face to face with another one of the thuggish dock workers. It was easy to tell that he likely worked with Alexi, judging by the way he carried himself and the fact that he was bulkier than most of his brethren. Violet gave a nervous smile to the man and raised a hand innocently, hoping to defuse the situation before it escalated further. "Heh.. oye?"

    That was quickly realized to be a pipe dream, however, as a fight broke out in the middle of the street. When the man lunged for her, Violet ducked out of the way, perhaps moving a little faster and with more ease than the belter had expected her to in the low-gravity. "Woah! Hey! Look, I'm nae here for any trouble!"
     
  19. Corvus Dravere

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    Corvus held his pistol in his hand. It was a compact Martian made design, one his daughter had provided for him. It was, in many ways, a more reliable version of the second generation martian pistol. It's weight was comfortable in his grip, and he looked over the bridge. "I know some of you have concerns."

    Based on a handful of scoffs, it was more than he'd like. "But let's get one thing straight - a blockade is being formed. Either the UN comes and breaks it, or they come and join it. Either way, Ceres is locked down. Normally, this place is busy. We wouldn't get more than a few hours dock time before we were told to leave."

    There were a few nods of agreement at that. "But now, we're one of the few boats capable of leaving this dock, and guess what that makes us? A target." This time, people seemed to be coming around to what he was aiming for.

    "People will want to escape, especially when food and water gets tight. We've got a bit of ice still on the boat, so we'll be good on hydration for awhile but... we'll hope this blows over soon. Until then, stay frosty, yeah?" He gave the bridge crew a nod, tucking his weapon into it's holster. He'd had someone retrieve it for him from the armory in midship.

    "What a bloody day."
     
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  20. Krzysztof Wierzbowski

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    "What never, no never, no never again. If I live to a hundred or a hundred and ten-"

    The singing stopped abruptly, the UN personnel frozen mid merriment. The Munroe had granted shore leave to a substantial amount of its crew complement. They'd tended to cluster together in the dive bars, speakeasies, and brothels that were part and parcel of the Ceres docks. Card games stopped, drinks paused halfway to mouths, even dancers halted atop tables. Then the message clicked and UN personnel made a rush for doors all across the station, a half dozen small scuffles breaking out in the confusion.

    Krzysztof and a few others were at the far end, Fitzgerald had secured a buyer for some of their....produce. He'd been convinced it was one step on their path to riches and success. Krzy hadn't been so sure about venturing aboard the station with contraband but his associates were quite convincing.

    "Now I'm tellin' ya man. We just give him some of our genuine, emphasis on that now, genuine homemade....." he'd struggled for a word there before settling on "Alcohol. Then we use the profits to buy better ingredients. Repeat. Genius".

    He'd been a bit uncertain but Fitzy was quite persuasive. Which is why when the shit hit the fan, they were in no way ready for it. "Kurwa" "Shite" "Balls" "Suka". It was a rush of swearing and panicked looks.

    "Time different now tumang" the Belter leader spoke up, "Maybe deal change, sasa ke?". Fitzgerald bit his lip. Hang on a few minutes, miss the boat, enjoy a better deal? "Fuck it, let's go" he shook the hand and made the deal. "Let's fucking run for it".

    Sidearms drawn, the two Marines broke into a jog. The station seemed to be going on lockdown. "What in the name of Christ is going on?" "Not a clue" was the answer, Krzy was just as much in the dark as he was, "Let's just try and get there without getting killed". The crowd were turning ugly fast. A mob had gathered around to stomp on what the smart money guessed was an Earther or Martian.

    His comm buzzed. It was Fletcher. "Where the fuck are you?" "We're en route, keep the lock open" "You know we fuckin' can't. You got three minutes, three!". They picked up the pace. No one wanted to be left behind on Ceres.
     

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