The Expanse

Belter skiff, what is your business?

I am en route to the Rocinante.

We have a problem. We need to work it out.

I think I just saw someone who didn't wanna be seen.

Jules-Pierre Mao's daughter.

A portal opened just as Holden

was getting close to the surface.

I have to do this. Trust me, please.

What the fuck?

Finish it.

Holden.

- Holden. - What was he doing?

How the hell would I know? Holden?

He killed the LT.

Shit. His pulse is dropping.

We need to get him back to the ship.

I'm good with that.

That thing shredded the LT,

and re-plastered the floor with him.

- This is insane. - Nobody move!

What now?

Trepp, send an RPG up the shaft.

- Why? - Just do it.

And do not hit anything. That's an order.

Fire in the hole.

Speed limit's changed.

Watch your thrusters, stay under 28 meters per second.

Jesus, we would've been stuck here just like that.

Good call, Gunny.

Let's just get the fuck out of here.

Shit.

Come on, clear.

Come on, Holden.

Come on. Clear.

- Heart rate's stabilized. - That makes one of us.

Stay with him.

Come get me if anything changes.

Whatever you say, Gunny.

Your original orders stand, Drop Ship-One.

Transmit your rendezvous coordinates now.

Sounds like you were the lucky ones.

- Xuesen out. - Aye, aye, Xuesen.

Drop-Ship One out.

Tell me.

The Xuesen is in pretty bad shape.

A third of the crew dead. Another third injured.

Whatever that field around them is, they can't maneuver in it,

and they're being pulled into orbit around that station.

Same deal for any ship that was moving

faster than 100 kilometers per hour.

That's nearly every ship in this space.

Yeah.

How did you know the speed limit changed?

It was just a hunch.

That room reacted and killed the Lieutenant

after he threw the grenade,

differently to when it stopped our bullets.

I think it was trying to defend itself.

Slowing things down could be the way it does it.

That kind of deceleration without any notice...

Yeah, a lot of people just died.

That's not a defensive measure.

That's a massacre.

Well, at least that cry let me know you're alive.

Where are you?

Over here.

How bad for you?

Not the best.

The machine got me by the leg.

You?

Still in one piece, mi, somehow.

Maybe broke a rib or three.

Well, that deceleration, that was massive.

The speed limit must've dropped for some reason.

Can you move, ke?

Well, not a lot.

Can you reach your hand terminal?

It's smashed.

Damn it.

First thing first.

Try to release the mag locks.

Yeah, agreed.

Switch is in that box.

Okay. Now for the wheels.

Okay, here it goes.

Damn it.

The locking pins are bent up and jammed.

I can jump the engine.

I'll see if I can get the pins straight.

No, we... we can't roll.

Forward kills me, backward kills you.

It has to float up.

We need comms for help.

Well.

Someone will come looking for you.

Nobody know I'm down here.

What?

Camina,

you are the captain of this ship.

Someone should always know...

I needed to be alone so I didn't punch out

my first officer for his constant second-guessing.

Mama sabaka.

Well, you got one thing right.

You and I definitely have a problem to work out.

Doesn't need to be here. Take her outside.

Just lay back, okay? Lay back.

Are you injured?

No, noth... no, nothing serious.

Go back to your quarters, strap in and stay there.

What happened?

All I know is the ship suddenly decelerated.

We pulled massive Gs.

I was taking a nap. I was strapped in my bunk.

You're lucky.

I... I won't do anybody any good in my quarters.

I'm a trained nurse. I can help with the wounded.

You wanna help?

Go find people with broken bones

and get them to a med bay.

I... I can do more here.

There's nothing you can do for these people,

except ease their pain.

What are you talking about? What are...

Staples and sutures are all most of these injuries need.

Is this your first time in zero G?

Yeah.

Without gravity, wounds can't drain.

Blood pools and clots, tissue swells,

any internal bleeding is a death sentence.

You a chaplain or something?

I'm a civilian, pastor.

You might wanna put in a good word with your boss.

This is only gonna get worse.

Those Mormons?

They have us build the most advanced ship in history

so they can farm like primitives.

There should be a switch with the mark "auxiliary battery."

Yeah.

That will turn on the mech arm.

Okay.

I'm going to try to move it now for me.

Okay.

Come on.

No go.

Oye, hey.

I see a hand terminal.

The mech arm on my side have power.

If your arm have power too,

then you can control mine from there.

Okay, how about now?

Yeah, yeah. Grab the terminal.

I can't see it from here.

Okay, I'll guide you, but it's moving

so we've got to be quick.

Okay, move it up.

A little more.

- Yeah? - More.

Okay, stop. Now toward me.

The other way.

Left.

Right. Sorry, right.

Stop. Stay there.

Rotate.

Okay.

Ready the grip.

On the count of three.

One...

Two...

Three.

Felota!

Open the grip.

Go down.

Up.

Stop.

Grab.

Got it.

Belter ingenuity at its finest?

Okay, guide me over to you,

so you can call in the cavalry.

Forward.

Felota. The box blew.

Can you reach it?

It's gone.

Non-military personnel, if you're injured,

please make your way to any of the following sectors

to seek medical help.

Sector 114, 120...

- Take him to med. - ...210, 215...

- Melba? - ...and 300.

Hey.

It's Anna.

I think I broke my arm.

Yeah, I think you're right.

Okay.

Do you feel nauseous?

Broken arm?

- Over there. - Okay.

What happened?

Nobody seems to know why, but apparently,