Martian pride had been wounded. Perhaps more than even the Nergal. Day by day Irys was coming to realise that luck hadn't been against the MCRN crew. A vessel as large as the Nergal had plenty of desk space. She was in the analytics and navigation area to continue her review. So far she'd pulled in two engineers from their vital work for a few hours. They liked to imagine the rockhoppers as an untrained workforce but there were plenty of exceptional minds out here. Everything pointed towards some serious engineering work behind the attack. The angle of the strike, the method of attack and the timing were all surprising. Perhaps the UN claims of the Donnager being attacked by the OPA weren't entirely unfounded, but Irys still suspected the UN had to be behind that. It wasn't her place to analyse strategy. She just worked through the sensor logs to put the picture together and put everything in an organised datastore for the officers to work through. A cut went back to naval intelligence too. The militia might have curtailed the attack, but when the detritus had settled they had found their OPA prisoner's cell obliterated by a charge placed on the outer bulkhead. He was quite dead. "All non-essential systems powering down in ten minutes," came a call over the intercom. Akane nodded and powered down her terminal. They couldn't have an unofficial belt militia getting their hands on martian tech so they had made best repair efforts on their own. Half the thrusters were down and only one drive was online to limp to Ceres at 0.2g. Despite the militia's threat most of the big belt locations were under Coalition control. Ceres was officially under the UN but there was a strong martian presence after their blockade. The physical activity of docking was more of a challenge than obtaining permission. With so many thruster down they had carefully matched velocity to the spin of Ceres on approach but a hundred tug drones would get them locked into place. Then they would make best repairs, get medical aid before the martian repair ship arrived. They would likely disengage from Ceres to finish the job. Irys stood, mindful to keep her mag-boots active. They would be under no thrust for a time and then, hopefully, under Ceres spin as soon as they were bound to the docking towers. She decided to head for the medical deck. Irkalla had insisted on other members of the crew being treated first, but would probably be done with surgery right about now.