Open to MCRN personnel working in the belt @Aurelia Juarez "...gardening, donkeyballs." "Strident to vessel, what are..." Irys crossed the space to the communication station in three strides. Her hand slapped down on the controls and muted the microphone. "Ensign Davies, please do not converse with that vessel any further," she instructed politely. "Ma'am? One ship out of the convey just started sending that at us down a tight beam channel and..." "I understand," she replied slightly more curtly. Irys turned away from the station and looked up at the next level of the deck. "Captain?" The captain turned to look down at her, a steaming cup of espresso in her hand. She had been watching the approaching convoy. For the last hour the Strident had been slowing to match the speed of the convey that had been instructed to hold course. Now they had flipped around for the final approach to face them, thrusters able to match vector once they were close enough. "Yes Lieutenant?" "I'm going to need the cipher please." A few minutes later and it had been confirmed. One of the vessels had transmitted an authentic identity. Whatever business they had, it was not the business of their inspection any longer. Irys was finishing suiting up on the docking level. The marines were already good to go. Suiting up was standard practise during inspections. Many of these belter ships had weak seals and hulls. Something they tried to cut and run whilst still tethered. Finally she checked out her sidearm and holstered it. The marines could carry the rifles and do the pushing and shoving. They had trialled some smart weapons a few months ago, but it had been decided they were more effort than they were worth to encode them to individuals. She wondered where they had gone now if the MCRN weren't buying. "Marines," she said as she straightened. "We will be docking with the third vessel, but not entering it. Is that clear?"