The array of the Nauvoo - Behemoth now - gave them a picture of movements across the system. Little blue, red and white dots moving across the system. Grey ones for those military vessels that had switched off their transponders but could still be seen burning to new locations. Fleets were on the move. The ship also provided a stunning view of Tycho station's last moments. The Loan Shark had pulled away. The heavy freighter was being used by the OPA as a triage station for those evacuees who had been reclaimed from escape pods or safe areas. It was also being used as a quarantine zone. If an outbreak started in the next few days then Morné was going to have to watch that ship being destroyed too. Hard decisions that split his soul. Responsibility he had never looked for. It was over as soon as it started. A bright flash and a brilliant blue blossom unfurling in space where it had been. The reactor detonation hopefully eradicating all trace of the protomolecule. And all four hundred and twenty seven souls unaccounted for. The atmosphere on the bridge could be cut with a knife. The barely suppressed rage seeping into the air itself. Morné dragged his eyes away from the scene and back to the tactical display. As the stealth ship had been busy killing Tycho Station the Martians and earthers had clashed over Ganymede. They were killing the belt and there was no good reason why. Ricardo Brunino had taken the position of chief engineer, a position he probably should have held. The man looked as if he had been stretched too thin. His skin had gone an unhealthy shade of grey, his eyes looked dull. But he was smiling. He strode up towards Morné and flicked something onto the display from his terminal. "Found it!" Brunino announced. "So we might hit something next time?" Morné asked. "It was a bug in code, not the instruments themselves. We'll do another firing test at one of the drone tugs." Morné nodded his head. The torpedo tubes were now loaded, the rail guns would hopefully be able to find their mark. Yet following the protogen stealth ship as they were now still seemed a rash thing to do. With this much anger threatening to bubble out it seemed better to do something rash than nothing at all. "The factory?" Morné asked. "Mostly in place." They had mothballed as much of Tycho's equipment as they could before leaving. The inside of the great drum was now fitted out to make repairs to smaller vessels. Unfortunately the drum had never been made to allow entry to large vessels. However, they might be able to rig a few light freighters with external torpedo mounts. "See if we can find any volunteers." UN orders The main UN Fleet is regrouping at Europa after the action at Ganymede. More vessels head out from Earth. A small task force has been ordered to protect UN assets on Io. OOC: You can be part of the fleet sent to Io under Admiral Boucher, or vessels still at Ganymede or Europa. Politicians are embroiled in a bitter dispute back home about how to handle Ganymede. Many call for a blockade of Mars itself. MCRN orders The Jupiter fleet is gathering at Callisto. However MCRN command refuses to send more ships, fearing a direct strike from earth. The OPA has now released all of the information to the MCR gathered at Thoth and Phoebe, implicating Protogen in the attack on their science station and Donnager. Some take this as a sign of a UN conspiracy, others believe it is a fabrication to cover the fact that belter vessels destroyed the Donnager OPA orders Tycho Station had been obliterated. Ganymede, the jewel of the belt, lies in tatters. The Nauvoo has been under refit for war ever since the assassination of Fred Johnson. It makes its slow journey towards Io, following the Protogen stealth ship that destroyed Tycho. The call goes out to any OPA volunteers to join them, with the Behemoth crew ready to outfit any smaller vessels with makeshift weaponry.