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It is nobler to have courage

as we stumble
into half the things we fear

than to analyze every possible obstacle

and begin nothing.

Great things are achieved
by embracing great dangers.

Where you headed out?

Just a routine supply run.

- Oh, on what ship?
- The Barkeith.

If Babbage is on a supply run,

her ship could easily
be full of weapons.

We'll take the Razorback out

and keep our scopes tight
on the Barkeith.

Chrissie, I'm gonna need a favor.

There's someone that I should see,

and I'm gonna need
your help arranging it.

Our protomolecule is secure,

and don't ask me where it is.

According to my sources,

Cortazar was taken from
a secure research facility

by a Belter strike team.

The container Monica was in...

the ship that was scheduled
to pick her up,

the Zmeya, it's still inbound.

They think Monica's
still in the container.

I'll set up a party
inside the container,

and when they open the door,
we'll take them and the ship.

I know Filip's here.

He no want you in his life.

You left and discarded me
like a piece of trash.

But I never stopped loving you.

What's going on?

Secure her for flight.

She's coming with us.

Could these rocks have been fragments

of a single larger asteroid?

Consistently higher return
signatures on one side only.

Marco Inaros threw a stealth rock at us.

And it broke up.

You think he stopped at one?

You still don't see it.

I don't see what?

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The only thing on
the Barkeith's current heading

is a squadron from the Third Fleet.

Maybe they really are on a supply run.

No, that's just a cover story.

Somewhere along the way,

they're gonna meet up
with a black marketeer

and do a deal.

I'd put money on it.

You know, I'm willing to believe

that Babbage is dirty

and that Admiral Sauveterre
is mixed up in this too.

- But?
- But this ain't

one ship and a couple of people.

This is an MCRN fleet tender
and two heavy frigates.

Yeah, which means
all three crews are in on it

or at least getting paid
to look the other way.

You know this. It's why we're out here.

Bobbie, there is a big difference

between knowing something is possible

and seeing it happen
in front of your damn eyes.

It just means your eyes are open.

You spent ten years in the marines.

Navy cost me 20 and my marriage.

Now to find out it's all
for a bunch of crooks...

Well, I doubt they were when you served,

if that makes you feel any better.

How are you so fucking nonchalant

about all this?

I used to have a rat.

Like, a... an informer
in... in your crew?

No, an actual pet rat,

when I was a kid.

I named her Mouse.

White fur, brown ears,

tiny, clever little hands.

She used to climb up my arm
and hide in my hair,

nuzzle her soft little nose
into my cheek.

And she was so smart.

Rats are smart?

Yeah.

I used to put things in her cage,

and she'd build the most
amazing houses out of it.

I felt bad every time I had to
bust them down to clean it out.

So this is one of those
teaching moments, right?

M... Mars is like

some rat's house that needs
to get knocked down

or some shit like that?

No.

Rats only live a few years.

In the wild, it's rare
that they die of old age,

and when they do, they go out hard.

Lots of tumors, usually.

One day, I woke up, and Mouse...

was laying on her side,
panting, eyes glazed over.

My mum told me she was dying
and tried to take her away,

but I demanded that I stayed
with her until she passed.

I sobbed for hours.

And then I stopped,

and then a few hours
after that, I was just tired.

No matter how traumatic the loss is,

you only have so much emotional stamina.

Even grief can get used up.

So what did you do?

I built her a small box,
and I buried her in it.

I was tired of being sad,
and I had to do something.

It wasn't going to help
the rat, not really,

but it helped me.

So we're building a coffin...

for our dying planet.

I went through the exact same
thing you're going through right now.

And when you come out
the other side of this,

you're gonna wanna be doing
something that matters.

Hey, Barkeith and the escort,

they're increasing their braking burn.

We're gonna need to adjust our course

if we wanna keep them in our sights.

Copy that.

You need people to talk you
through things like this.

- It helps.
- It's killing me,

knowing I'm not gonna be
that person for my son.

I hope he meets someone
like you to talk to.

- The hell?
- What is it?

Emergency flight restriction
from the UN.

All ships headed for Earth
are advised to expect delays

as UN traffic control clears patterns

for vessels involved
in emergency relief efforts.

We still don't have
all the details of the impact,

but estimates put the blast
between 200 and 300 kilotons.

There's been no explanation from the UN

as to why their orbital spotter network

did not detect the asteroid.

It is unclear whether this is related

to today's explosion
on the Martian Parliament,

which happened almost simultaneously.

We will continue to update you

as we learn more about this tragic event

on Earth.

Authorities are still assessing

the extent of the damage

from the shockwave that hit Dakar,

but all reports indicate

that the city has been devastated.

2/3 of the high-density housing units

- have collapsed...
- Next.

...and hundreds of thousands

are feared dead in the rubble.

The regional power grid
has been shattered,

and survivors are relying
solely on micro-generators

and solar collectors.

ID.

Amos Burton.

- That's me.
- All personal effects,

including your hand terminal
and any item of clothing

with more than seven grams
of metal in it,

must be surrendered.

Your personal items will be
stored in a secure locker

until your return.

While you're inside the prison,
you are subject to reduced civil rights

as outlined in the Amended Lucerne Code.

Would you like a copy
of the Code to review?

- I'm good.
- I need a yes or a no, sir.

- No.
- For your own safety,

you are required
to follow the directives

of any guard, corrections officer,

or prison employee
without hesitation or question.

If you fail to comply,

any guard, corrections officer,
or prison employee

is authorized to use any means necessary

to ensure your safety
and the safety of others.

Do you understand and consent
to these conditions?

Sure.

- Yes.
- Bag.

Be careful with that.

Jacket too, sir.

Welcome to the Pit.

Please follow me.

Stay on the line.

Civilians aren't usually
permitted down here.

You got friends in high places.

All right, Konecheck,
you know the drill.

All right, all right.

- Don't be nervous.
- I'm not.

You guys have more guards
than prisoners.

We have to.

This block houses inmates
with body modifications.

Can't you take out their mods?

They still got their rights.

Body privacy's in the Constitution.

Some inmates get their mods
surgically removed

to get transferred aboveground,

but the surgeries can be dicey.

For some, it's not an option.

Like that guy?

Konecheck?

No, he's what we call a volunteer.

He could get his mods removed,
but he won't.

He doesn't care if he stays down here.

That's nuts.

Yeah, well, so is Konecheck.

No exchange of goods of any sort.

We'll be watching, so if at any point,

you feel threatened,
just raise your hand,

and we'll be right there.

Okay.

Hey, Peaches.

You're not here.

Yes, I am.

I heard you were on another world...

through the Ring.

- Yup.
- How was it?

Kinda liked it... at first.

Wide-open spaces, clean,
not too crowded.

That sounds wonderful.

Yeah, till everybody
started shooting each other,

parasites began eating our eyeballs,

and giant alien machines came
out of the ground, and exploded.

But you made it back.

Yeah.

I must look like shit.

Yup.

It's the blockers for my mod.

They have me on a heavy dose.

Can't you take them out?

They said that
surgery would be difficult,

and...

life without it would be...

even less fun

than this.

That sucks.

I get by.

Blockers every morning.

Food through a slot in the door.

Half-hour walk around the yard.

Therapy once a week.

These four walls.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Eat. Shit. Sleep.

Take what they give.

Give nothing in return.

Uh...

...do you want me to leave?

You said you weren't coming
down the well.

I had personal business in Baltimore.

This isn't Baltimore.

Why are you here?

People like us...

...the things we do,

it's not just on us.

This world is messed up,

and it can mess you up.

I was lucky.

I had somebody to help me.

Did you come here...

to help me?

I guess I did.

You can't.

No one can.

Not every stain comes out.

What is that?

Lockdown.

Why?

I don't know.

I don't give a shit

who he is with.

I want you to pull Commander Lipson

out of that meeting right now.

Ma'am, I'm not really
sure that I can inter...

Shut the fuck up and listen to me.

It wasn't a rogue asteroid strike.

It was an attack. An attack!

Get me a goddamn list
of every person on Luna

with a direct line of
communication to Fleet Command.

Fuck!

- Chrisjen.
- What?

A second rock just hit Earth.

Where?

About 40 kilometers
northwest of Philadelphia.

And we've lost communication
with New York.

At least now they know it's an attack.

They can't see the rocks.

They don't know why.

We have to get through to
the secretary-general herself,

tell her directly what we know.

We'll convince her.

She'll be in the sit room bunker.

No, she's not in New York.

She's on some junket, uh,
South Asia Trade Zone talks.

Right.

Secret Service will have her
off the ground by now.

We need to contact UN One.

Medics from Fort Weyand and Fort Drum

are being deployed to the disaster area,

along with 80 MEVs and 50 Clarions,
for search and rescue.

Medical Corps is setting up triage units

around Syracuse and Pittsburgh.

I want relief drones around the clock

in the air to resupply
the first responders,

and make sure the UNAID
and the Red Cross

get anything they need.

Fleet Command recommends

that we head to Luna immediately

until they can better assess exactly...

We're not going to Luna.

Nancy, the planet's under attack.

And I'm not abandoning it.

What the hell's going on
with the asteroid spotters?

The Planetary Defense Command
says it's possible

the entire Sentinel system
has been hacked.

Jesus.

Motherfucker.

I went to the academy

with half the officers on that plane.

Not even one of them will pick up.

We've been blackballed
by her whole goddamn staff.

That's it. The staff.

- Casey.
- Madam Avasarala.

Listen to me.

I need you to do exactly as I say.

Ma'am, this is Chef Casey on UN One.

I know who I fucking called!

You fattened me up for years
with macaroons.

Now, listen.

Nancy, you have to listen to me, please.

Goddamn it!

Sir, I'm sorry. She made me.

The rocks crashing down on Earth

are covered
in Martian stealth composites.

That's why our spotters cannot see them.

- Why would Mars...
- It's not Mars.

- It's...
- Marco Inaros.

Yes, and I can prove it,

but right now, you have to trust me.

- What do you recommend?
- The Watchtower satellites

are the only thing we have

that can penetrate stealth.

You have to link them to the spotters.

That's the best chance

to destroy any more rocks
that are on the way.

- How many more are there?
- I don't know,

which is why you have
to act immediately.

Re-task the Watchtowers
and the Sentinels.

Just do it.

Thank you.

You may have just saved millions.

That's all that matters.

I've always admired your persistence.

I prefer to think of it as perseverance.

I'll bet you do.

Ma'am, get down!

Oh, my God!

Keep this section clear.

How's it going in there, Bull?

Go fuck yourself.

I mean, you gotta admit,

you in a vac suit in a container,

it's kind of funny that you're
a little claustrophobic,

considering your line of work.

I repeat, go fuck yourself.

Tycho, this is Zmeya,
here fo pick up cargo.

Zmeya,
please transmit your loading permit.

Okay. Sending now.

Permit received and verified.

Zmeya, you're clear for pickup.

Please proceed as directed
into the dome.

Bosmang, we got a security alert.

What the hell is going on?

Sir, we got some kind of disturbance

in reactor control.

Security units are on the way.

Zmeya,
you have not been authorized to slow.

Please stay on your designated approach.

Zmeya, acknowledge.

We got a problem with thruster control.

Fixing now. Stand by.

Something's wrong.

Bull, get out of there!

What are you talking about?

Get everyone out of there now!
It's a trap!

Move out! Go, go, go!

They're firing at us!

Leveau! We need medics!

It done?

Yeah. Let's go.

They're firing at us again!

You all right?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Stay down!

Comms are out. The whole net is down.

We need to get him to gravity.

It's...

in my... quarters.

Stop them.

Get him to gravity.

- Oh, what we got here?
- No!

We take her with us.

Get her into a suit.

Get up!

This is Holden.

We need station security
in Fred's quarters now.

Sorry, Holden. No can do.

All units are engaged

putting down attack in reactor control.

We are scramming reactor now

so they can't use it
to blow up the station.

Fuck.

What the hell do you want from me?

Nothing, but someone else does.

Harness off. Helmet on.

Let's go.

Too bad.

So sad.

It's gone,

gone for good.

Bye-bye.

You're gonna help us get it back.

You lose. You all lose.

He deserved to finish
what he was building.

I just need to hear your voice

and know that you're safe.

Please call as soon as you can.

I won't stop leaving you messages

until I know.

So who is in charge down there now?

Still not clear.

Earthside comms are a mess.
All the networks are swamped.

Half of Gao's cabinet
was on that plane with her.

The rest were scattered
around the globe.

No one seems to know who's next
in line of succession.

What about the Watchtowers?

The orders went out.
They're being re-tasked.

But no positive contacts yet.

I'm sorry.

We did everything we could.

- You did.
- We don't know for certain

if it could have been stopped.

I know I didn't fight hard enough.

I know I was a coward.

Thank you for not disagreeing.

The fight is not over.

Come with me.

Where?

Just come.

Can't even believe this is happening.

It's devastating.

Misery loves company.

Yeah.

So does hope.

Hmm.

A little trite, I know.

Yes, but that wasn't what I meant.

It just sounded very familiar.

The Watchtowers got a fix.

Should be able to see it.

It should be ten o'clock.

- Determining.
- Getting visual.

Sure, over here.

Yeah.

Target has been eliminated.

Time to go.

Where are you taking me?

Tell me!

There.

- My son.
- You did it.

We did it.

This is our moment.

This moment is all of ours.

Naomi.

I never imagined we'd be speaking

face-to-face again.

If it had been up to me,

we never would have.

Still, it's...

good to see you again.

Welcome to the Pella.

This is your ship?

Mm, one of many, yes.

The Belt needs to be able
to protect its own now.

There are other ways

to protect Belters

than with warships.

Says the one Belter who already
has her own warship.

You've never cared
about anyone but yourself.

All you've ever wanted
is to see your enemies burn.

In some cases, yes, that's true.

But people change,

some for the better
and some for the worse.

You haven't changed at all.

No, I know I have.

Raising a child gives you
a certain... ambition

you otherwise never would've had,

a primal desire to give your child

a better world
than the one you were given.

Is that why you had our son kidnap me?

So I could see the father you've become?

You're still putting
yourself first, I see.

That hasn't changed.

No, Filip brought you here on his own.

Believe me,
when he told me what he'd done,

I was as surprised as you.

I thought Filip was a man,

but I guess, in some ways,
he's still a little boy

who needs his, uh... mother.

Such is the...

impetuousness of youth.

But what is done is done, hmm?

At least now that you're here,

we as a family can celebrate

the greatest victory
in our people's history...

together.

Now, this, I did want to be a surprise.

You did this?

It's everything we ever dreamed of.

You murdered millions,

innocent people.

I freed our people...

...and returned the dignity to the Belt

that the Inners denied us
for generations.

We have taken back
our place in this system

and shown our oppressors a strength

they never thought possible.

The future of the Belt has begun.

You put blood on our son's hands,

just like you did to me.

He did not make me do anything.

I was proud to do my part.

Filip took the stealth tech from Mars.

He helped make this dream a reality.

Bosmang,

tracking scopes show
Earthers destroy three rock.

Other three miss.

One hit...

would've been a triumph!

Two proved our tactical brilliance.

But after three, the Inners

will never perceive us as weak again!

It's time to let the system know

who we are.

Filip, escort your mother
to her quarters.

Naomi...

...welcome home.

You were wrong to leave us.

No! Filip!

Don't lock me in.

Filip, open the fucking door!

Open the door, please!

Filip!

No.

Ready, bosmang.

My name is Marco Inaros.

I am the commander of the Free Navy.

We are the military arm and voice

of the outer planets,

and we are the ones responsible

for striking our oppressors
on Earth and Mars.

This attack was retribution
for generations of atrocities

committed by the Inners
against innocent Belters.

No longer will Belters be persecuted

and subjected to the savagery
and inhumanity

that the Inners have been
poisoning our species with.

Any further attacks

on Earth and Mars

will be precipitated
by the inner planets' failure

to recognize this new human reality.

The Free Navy now possesses
the last remaining sample

of the protomolecule.

Any transgressions by the Inners,

and the Free Navy will not hesitate

to unleash the protomolecule
on either planet.

We recognize the right
of Earth and Mars to exist,

but their sovereignty ends at
their respective atmospheres.

The vacuum, the Ring Gates,
and the Ring Worlds

belong to the Belt, to Belters.

With the opening of the alien gates,

we are at a crossroads in human history.

Already, we are seeing
how easy it would be

to carry on legacies of exploitation,

injustice, prejudice, and oppression

into the new worlds,

but there is a better path.

Under the protection of the Free Navy,

the society and culture of the Belt

will begin again and remake humanity

without the corruption,
greed, and hatred

that the inner planets
could not transcend.

We will take what is ours by right, yes,

but more than that,
we will lead the Belt

to a new, better form,

a more human form.

Citizens of the Belt,

baratnas, rise up now

in joy and glorious resolve.

This day is ours.

Tomorrow is ours.

The future of humanity is ours.

Today and for evermore...

we are free.