The Expanse

My name is Marco Inaros.

I am the Commander of the Free Navy,

and we are the ones responsible

for striking our oppressors

on Earth and Mars.

Today and forevermore,

we are free.

All Belters will have to answer

for Marco's deeds now.

You know what happens

when someone goes against Marco.

We'll be killed.

You will intercept and engage the Rocinante.

Make sure it is done.

Don't even twitch.

Why did you leave me?

Walking away is the only choice anyone ever has.

She left us both.

Again.

Hang on, Naomi, we're coming.

What is she doing?

I've got her. Alex, reply.

It was a stroke. It's a risk we all take.

He died saving me.

I'm so sorry.

Making the choice to save your family...

as far as last stands go, that's the one I'd pick.

Did you come here to help me?

I guess I did.

Peaches, come on up.

There's been another attack at the Ring.

Marco, Marco!

An entire fleet of Martians gone rogue,

in league with Inaros.

He may have bought them

with the protomolecule.

Why would Martians

take protomolecule through the Ring

after what it did on Ilus?

Maybe they know something we don't.

Gruncher!

Hm?

Slinkervine!

Sunbird.

Sun-babies!

Ah!

I'm gonna have to give you all names.

If I can figure out how to tell you apart.

Who's there?

Xan?

Is that you?

It better not be.

I told you to stop following me.

Hey.

What are you?

It's okay, it's okay.

You can come out.

I'm friendly, see?

Are you a rock jumper?

I don't think so.

You look like a dog. Kinda.

It's okay, it's okay!

You're... you're gonna be okay!

Marco, Marco, Marco!

Marco, Marco, Marco, Marco!

Now Earthers know what it feels like

to be Belter.

MCRN Denali

linked tracking with UNN Farragut,

and in conjunction with Sentinel-16,

the combined railgun barrage

destroyed the three incoming rocks.

I used to like shooting stars.

I never did.

Secondary impacts?

Four significant fragments made it to ground,

two striking populated areas.

Total casualties under 500.

Don't try to make it sound like a success.

Well, I-I wasn't, ma'am, but we have knocked down

nearly every rock Marco Inaros has thrown at us

for the last six months.

That's 200 individual strikes.

And he has kept what's left of our fleet

pinned down doing it,

while he makes every station and rock hopper in the Belt

pledge allegiance to his so-called

fucking Free Navy.

Mars has assured us there will be

one more Donnager class operational within the month.

And we'll have three more battleships

ready for deployment by year's end.

The yards are working around the clock.

It's like a goddamn nuclear winter.

Have you read the latest biospheric assessment?

Not yet.

Repurposing our atmospheric CO2 scrubbers

isn't working.

Not well enough.

Meteoric contaminants are still rising,

even faster than before.

Every rock kills us a little more,

even when they miss.

I gave a speech at that facility when it opened

eleven years ago, almost to the day.

I toured those fields.

The corn was ready to harvest.

The stalks were so heavy they bent.

Where the fuck did that come from?

I don't know... they must be hugging one of the rocks!

PDC3 is jammed!

PDC5 is also red, power out!

Scratch one.

I see them.

- They're running! - Firing one.

Well, I guess that confirms the rumors

of Free Navy activity in this area.

Sweeping 360.

Do you think I could convince Chrissy

to pay us for every one of these assholes we take out?

I'd like to see you try.

I'm serious.

We're not mercenaries.

And we're not soldiers either.

Looks like they were out here alone.

Okay. So the question is

why were they here in the first place?

No way a little skiff like that

could have launched rocks this big.

I'm gonna take us in for a closer look.

No, we should keep our distance.

The Free Navy loves improvised bombs and proximity triggers.

They know it gets Marco off.

I'll send in a drone.

Shrapnel took out a whole camera.

Guess I'm gonna have to go out there

and see if we got any holes that need plugging.

All right.

Peaches, you still alive?

If you call this living.

You catch that power out on PDC5?

- Uh-huh. - It looked to me like...

Like a series of transient spikes

tripped the surge protectors?

You took the words right out of my mouth.

That's what I thought too.

Make sure you reset the master bus

before you start the diagnostic.

Come on, that's S.O.P.

You should have more faith in me than that.

- You know I do. - I do.

Amos, we're sending the drone

to recon the rocks, so watch your step out there.

Roger that, cap'n.

And Amos, try to salvage the optics

on that hull cam if you can.

- We're out of spares. - All right.

So Peaches, you got a plan?

It's gotta be that twitchy power coupling on the mains

that keeps pissing us off.

I'm on it.

Good.

No signs of stealth composites.

Good.

Earth hasn't seen a stealth rock in months.

No pun intended.

Be nice if it stayed...

Goddamn it, there's another ship down there.

Hang on!

I don't think that is a ship.

It's a drive.

So far

my projections have been right on track.

The flow of colony ships

and all agricultural supplies from Earthers stopped.

They're too busy trying to knock down our rocks.

Yes, which gives us a perfect opportunity

to build up our own supplies.

With the combination of hydroponics

and live soil farming,

we should be able to increase food production on Ceres

by 15% to 20% in the first year alone.

- Dawes always said... - Dawes is dead

because I got tired of listening

to what he had to say.

And Fred Johnson is dead.

Both of them, and all their failures swept away.

History has moved on, and so shall we.

Nice of you to join us.

Nico Sanjrani, Station Chief Administrator,

- my son, Filip. - It's a pleasure.

Did I miss much?

As much as usual.

The last report from Ganymede

- said crop yields were up. - Yes, but Ganymede

cannot be our only source of food.

We have to build new ag stations

and farms throughout the Belt.

We must expand water purification...

You want something?