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Her name was Julie Mao.

I flew half-way across
the solar system to find her.

But I was too late.

I'm truly sorry to be
the one to have to tell you this,

but your daughter is dead.

Her father had turned
her into an experiment.

Proceed as planned.

He had lots of help.

They unleashed some "thing"
on a station full of Belters.

No one knows what it is
or does.

I met some good people
who are trying to stop it.

I hope there are others.

We barely got out
of that hellhole alive.

Hell, goddamn...

Some didn't make it.

We're the only ones who know
what's happening on Eros.

All I want now is to find
the ones responsible

and burn the bastards down.

We saved a few.
We should've saved more.

We will.

Five tangos on the ridgeline.

We're blind here!

Still can't paint
the tangos!

We're pinned down!

No shelter here.
We're dust if we don't move.

Cover me!

Grab target data when those
bastards try to light me up.

Got it, Gunny!
Travis, right flank!

Hillman, left!

- Roger, right.
- Roger, left.

Targets incoming on my nine,
high!

Travis, can you shift left?

Negative, I've got incoming
on the right!

They're lighting her up!

Hillman, stay at your nine!

Travis, throw everything
at your six!

Where's the love, guys?

Three tangos
painted, Gunny.

Four!

There's one more out there!

Five targeted!
That's all of 'em!

Tango's down.
We own this crater.

Three-four Olympus, 612.

Your best course time
by almost three minutes.

Good work, Gunny.

Nice job, kids.

Return to drop.

You wait until you see
our next run, Lieutenant.

The skies will be crying
just to please us.

No more "next runs," Gunny.
You're shipping out.

Rumor is you're heading
to Phoebe Station.

So say your goodbyes
and kiss your mommies.

It's going to be a long trip.

Don't worry, Hilly,

your inheritance will still
be there when we get back.

Damn right it will,
Travis.

How many terraformers
her family own, anyway?

All of them.

Hmm.

Son of a bitch.

I'll catch up with you
in a minute.

Roger that, Gunny.

Someday.

So, other than
being blasted

by 50 times the lethal limit
of radiation,

you're doing
surprisingly well.

Who knows,

maybe you'll develop
superpowers that you can use.

That'd be perfect
for you.

That infection on Eros,

it didn't get on
the Rocinante.

So, stop beating
yourself up.

You made it.

Maybe we should let the guys
on Tycho handle this.

Then whatever's in there

will belong to Fred Johnson.

Roger that, boss.

Whatever the Anubis crew
put in there,

that safe is designed
to protect the hell out of it.

You okay?

I need to pee.

I'm peeing right now.

Perks of a vac suit.

Go. I got this.

I'm not going anywhere.

Because you miss this.

The days when we'd work on a core,
just the two of us,

not having to say 10 words
together all day.

Lifetime ago, huh?

Take it easy.

Temp gauge.

That's a cryogenic chamber
at the core.

It's losing power.

Which also means whatever it was
freezing is going to become...

Unfrozen.

There you go.

Clean as a whistle.

All right, step right up.

What happen if
one of us infected?

We'll cross that bridge
if we get to it.

You mean you gonna
space us.

You know we're all taking
this test, right?

- It's just a precaution.
- That why the door

to this room stay locked
from the outside, ke?

You Martian, keya?

This a Martian ship.

Haven't seen a Martian ship
dock at Eros for years.

Or an Earth ship,
for that matter.

Now all we see
is the prison barge.

Or transports,
full of tourists

looking for cheap gambling,
and cheap sex,

which is good, ya,

'cause it keep our children
with jobs.

I'm sure Earth and Mars,

they're fixing
to send out relief ships.

Yeah, yeah.
I see the newsfeed.

- Traffic jam to Eros!
- Hey, give me that arm!

I think maybe
you wanna space us,

whether we test
positive or not.

Give him your arm
and shut your mouth.

- Or I space you myself.
- Hey! All right!

Nobody is spacing anyone.

Low-life sebakawala.

We should go back.

Whatever happen,
maybe it's over now.

Maybe some still
left alive.

Lot more could've
been saved.

You even try?

Look at that.
All clear.

And the
quarantine of Eros Station

continued to be a source
of debate,

as relief organizations
testified

before the General Assembly,
urging the UN...

Jurisdictional issues...

Hey, you been
having trouble...

What?
Working the plumbing?

- No.
- Which end?

- Alpha, omega?
- You know...

'Cause I just took
an explosive...

Never mind!

Never mind.

Okay.

At least we get to
keep our hair.

Hooray.

That Julie Mao went
through the same shit.

I bet she didn't
bitch about it, right?

Don't talk to me
while I'm dying, kid.

And why won't we help Eros?

Because they're only Belters.
Somehow less than human?

Because Eros is some backwater

that doesn't deserve
basic humanitarian aid?

See, they picked Eros
to test their weapon on

because they knew

nobody would
give a shit

about 100,000 Belters.

They'll answer for it.

Truth and justice.

You still believe that,
after everything you saw?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm gonna hold onto that
for a little while.

Me, I don't care much
if justice gets involved.

I just...

I just want them dead.

Hey.

I never did say it,
but thanks.

For getting me off Eros.

I wouldn't have made it
without you.

Thanks for the lift.

And the cancer.

Shit.

Madam, did our government
build those stealth ships

that destroyed the Donnager?

I want your viewers
to listen closely.

The engines in those ships
were built by the OPA

operatives working
for Fred Johnson.

Fred Johnson
was a military hero

who became infected

with the cause
of his own enemy.

He turned his back on Earth.

With his own fleet,

he believes he can go

from being a terrorist
to a statesman.

He cannot.

My father taught me something.

Never listen
to what people say.

Just watch what they do.

Hello?

Madame Secretary.

Hello?

You must leave
the area now!

- Hello?
- The signals are being jammed.

Hold on, I can't hear you.

The UN ship is down
and on fire.

Archangel is secure.

We have Archangel.

Archangel was not
on the vehicle.

Protomolecule seems to
behave uniquely in each subject,

mutating rapidly
in each different biomass.

The level of the information
density required

for the variety of outcomes
I'm seeing is of a magnitude

I can't explain.

"Protomolecule." They gave
the goddamn thing a name.

Phoebe Station is where
it all started.

These must be the Martians
that Lopez told you about.

They were infected
on purpose.

These are lab notes.

The only way to see
what it's evolving into

is by feeding it
a larger biomass.

He's talking about Eros.

In making your decision,
consider this,

Phoebe was
an extra-solar object

trapped by Saturn's gravity
eons ago.

What if it were merely
a delivery system?

A way to send
the protomolecule

to our solar system?

It begs the question,
sent by whom?

And why?

Did he just say
what I think he said?

He said,
"Extra-solar object."

First proof
of extraterrestrial life.

And it's just
more fucking death.

You still got a bead
on that signal

that you guys intercepted
leaving Eros, huh?

Yeah. Of course we do.

What the hell
are we waiting for?

You've got an address.
This is a gunship...

We have no idea
what's waiting there.

No idea how long
they're sticking around.

Maybe they already know

that you picked up
their scent.

We're not going in blind.

Tycho first.

Cap's right.

Nobody asked you, no-neck.

The protomolecule.

What are we going
to do with it?

Simple,
we stick it on the end of a torpedo

and we fire it
into the sun.

Yeah, that'll do it.

Hang on.

What if there was a way
to use that sample

to create a vaccine?

Maybe still help
those people on Eros?

Those people
are beyond help.

You don't know that.

None of us know
what we're dealing with here.

And until we do,

that is too important
to destroy right now.

Well, I'm not keeping it
on the Roci.

I won't take that risk.

I sure as heck don't want
to share a bunk with that.

- Hell no.
- Then we'll hide it.

Where?

Out here.

No one knows we have it.

No one even knows we
made it off Eros alive.

It'll be safe.

There's an idea.

I could
take a look around.

See if there's a good spot.

All right.

Alex, do it.

She's doing it again!

You can do it!

You can do it!
You got this!

Hey, hey!
You owe me a bottle.

Ganymede bourbon,
not the cheap shit, eh!

Gonna put in for
new gear one of these eons?

Oh, come on.
Me and this armor

have been through
the shit together.

We got a history.

I can picture it, now.

You, in that suit,
planting the Martian flag

in the Statue of Liberty's
tiara.

Earth won't even
be a real fight.

Thirty billion lumps of shit,

watching vidscreens,
stuffing their faces

full of free drugs all day.

Hell, we should invade
right now.

You know the second-most
dangerous thing

in the solar system

next to a Martian Marine,
is a UN Marine?

Whoa, the Earther chimes in!

Yeah, I'm more Martian
than you, Hilly.

My parents had to sacrifice
to have a kid on Earth,

immigrate here
when I was five.

- Mmm-hmm.
- We chose Mars. Mars chose us.

Hey, hey, he has a point,
Hillman.

The only thing that
makes you a Martian

is falling out of
your mother's gravity well.

How many brothers and sisters
you have?

I lost count at 40.

Travis can't
hide from Earth

by putting on that
Martian armor.

His bones are all wrong
from growing up in full G.

We'll keep him anyway.

- Hey!
- Watch it!

All right, kids.
Keep it business.

Well put, Gunny.

Lieutenant.

Briefing in five.

I think
I hear something.

Violins. Schubert in D-minor.

I think the lieutenant has
the hots for you, Bobbie.

Shut your hole,
or I'll assist you with that.

Come on,
take one for the team.

That way we'll always
have the inside scoop.

I would do him,
if he buttered

his bread on the same side
as me.

I don't use sex
as a weapon, little ones.

I use weapons as weapons.

You'll be landing
on Phoebe Station,

securing the facility
until we get a science team in

for a deeper investigation.

After Phoebe went silent,

the Donnager was sent
to investigate.

Every one of the bodies

was frozen to the walls
of the ice tunnels.

It looks like
they were incinerated.

It's possible there was a fire
or chemical spill.

But all of the data cores
have been wiped clean.

This is a cover-up.

We still don't know
what any of it means,

or whether or not
Earth was involved.

Expecting any UN elements?

We don't anticipate
engagement.

Lucky for them, because there
isn't a team on this ship

that doesn't want payback
for the Donnie.

In any case, we will keep it
business. Not rumors.

- Aye, Lieutenant.
- Prep your teams. Dismissed.

Gunny.

Up here.

I know that you and your team
did a rotation on the Donnie.

I knew people
on that ship, too.

Captain Yao was a friend.

But still, nobody knows
what really happened.

We know those stealths
were Earth-built.

So says Fred Johnson,
mouthpiece for OPA terrorists.

And now Earth is accusing him.

We will not be led into war
on anyone's leash.

I was a private
during the Vesta blockade.

Half the Earth's fleet
was headed to Mars,

to annihilate
its former colony.

If they couldn't have
what we built,

they were going to pound it
back into dust.

We went to bed every night
thinking that we would wake

in nuclear fire.

Luckily for everyone,

cooler heads prevailed.

We all grew up
with that story.

Because it was a warning.

We've managed to avoid
a shooting war

with Earth up till now.

That's our job.

To make sure that
that war never happens.

And because of Vesta,

we pushed back
the terraforming project.

Fifty years and 50 more.

All those resources
to the military.

Now, none of us will live to
see an atmosphere over Mars.

That was the price.

But it's still worth
fighting for.

Be safe down there.

There's been a development.

The Martians dispatched
a ship to Phoebe Station,

I know.
What are you doing about it?

Well, that depends.

I'm assuming there's nothing
left to find there.

Is there?

Routine scrutiny
would've passed muster,

but this feels urgent.

Like the Martians know
something.

You need to get boots
on Phoebe first.

That sounds
like your mess.

And sending
a UN warship

to a meaningless outpost
like Phoebe

will just draw
more attention to it.

If you want a weapons system
from my project,

then it's our mess.

Sell the UN on a story.

Make it stick.

We need to talk about Eros.

Mars and Earth may be busy
pointing guns at each other,

but those quarantine beacons

won't keep people away
from Eros forever.

There's already a lot more
do-gooders than we expected.

- Next will be the looters.
- Then get rid of them.

Yes. Of course.
I'll sacrifice what's left of my credibility

for a few short-term
trinkets.

Sadavir.

You're witnessing
a discovery

that could rewrite
the story of humankind,

but your imagination
takes you as far as

putting the bootheel
to your former colony.

This was Julie's spot.

Far from the house,

where no one could find her.

Where she could find
her adventures.

She taught herself to shoot
a bow and arrow at this tree.

Nine years old.

Just woke up one morning,
and taught herself.

My Julie.

Even losing her was worth it.

She's a sacred
part of it now.

So don't talk to me
about sacrifice

ever again.

This'll kill any cancer

that dares try to grow
inside you.

Ow!

How long
I got to wear this?

Rest of your days.

But you won't be able to
procreate.

I'm sorry.

It's all right,
I put swimmers on ice in the Navy.

I'd never want to see
another one of me

running around anyway, so...

If you need
a few more days, we...

No, no.
A ship needs a captain.

I don't know how you've
managed without me.

Yeah, we've all
been a wreck.

All right.

Now that we're all done
being irradiated,

I'm think I'm gonna go.

I'm gonna go check out this

famous coffee machine
you keep talking about.

Other way!

If you and I have something
we need to get sorted out,

we should get to that.

Yeah?

We're here now.

Your pal, Semi?

You're upset about that,
right?

I had nothing against him.
I thought he was a decent guy.

- Decent guy?
- Yeah.

Do you think you would've
got off Eros without him?

- No.
- Ah.

But he wasn't a good enough
friend to wait for you.

No, no, no. Semi was right.

It was stupid to wait.

But Naomi made the call,
end of story for me.

And when your pal
pulled a gun,

might as well have
shot himself in the head...

Here's what I see, okay?

You seem kind of like a
trigger-happy whack job to me.

So, let me lay it on the table
for you, all right?

You shot my friend,

like some street rat.

Wow. So...

If you need to square up,
you know where I am.

Otherwise,
you should move on.

Because you're poisoning
the air on...

Stay down, Miller.

Amos!

Amos! No!

Amos!

Amos, stop.

Amos, stop it.

Please.

I told him to stay down.

Okay, okay.

Just go. Go.

Are you okay?

Watch the deck.

Come in.

Chrisjen.

Thank God.
Are you all right?

Perfect excuse
not to quit drinking, huh?

This is our fault.

We put you
in the crosshairs.

We never should have
made you the public face

- against Fred Johnson.
- It was my choice.

Listen, we're going to beef
up your security detail...

I'm already taking care
of that.

Intel says it was
the Black Sky faction

of the OPA.

They caught wind
of an assassination plot.

An occupational hazard
in my family.

Maybe you should
take a few days.

At least
skip the meeting.

No.

I'll be in in five minutes.

They're mobilizing for war.

Martian ships are moving
throughout the system.

The Morrigan to Titan.

The Africanus to Callisto.

And the Scirocco to Phoebe.

What are you
recommending?

That we secure all our bases
in the Outer Planets

and head off their ships
wherever we can.

Most of those bases

are low-level research
outposts or cargo waystations.

If we place our ships
in the paths of theirs...

They'll know we're ready for
any planned acts of aggression.

We share all those bases.
They have no right!

Mars doesn't want war.

They want to get back
to terraforming

and building domes
for their people.

Sir, if we de-escalate,

I am convinced that
they'll respond in kind.

And erode our position if Mars
decides not to give peace a chance?

Sir, we're the most powerful
nation in the system.

We need to act like that.

Pride isn't power.

And what vast font
of battlefield wisdom

are you drawing from, Admiral?

I advise that we deploy
our fleet to secure any base

that might become
a Martian foothold.

Madam.

Do you concur?

I do.

Re-deploy the fleet.

Am I bothering you?

Yeah.

I was just, um...

Organizing all my stuff here.

Then I realized...

I don't have any stuff.

This thing with
you and Amos...

I'm pretty sure

he's not your fella, right?

Sematimba was
a good man.

He's more like your kid.

Your 200-pound,
homicidal kid...

Caught in a
terrible moment,

and he did what
he thought he had to.

So did Amos.

Antenna's busted.

Amos is different.

Yeah.

Okay, very different.

But he's not crazy
and he's not evil.

He's just always
needed someone

to help him out
with the world.

And he picked you.

Congrats.

Do you know that
old story, Pinocchio?

No.

No, I don't.

Never mind then.

Oh, I get it.

I think.

You're, uh...

Kind of like
his guide star, right?

Lighting the way, and all,
through the dark.

Like Julie is to you.

How long, you and her?

Never met her.

I only saw her
that one time.

After they'd already
killed her.

I spent a lifetime watching

all the evil shit
people did to each other.

Nothing "got to me" anymore.

Holden was shocked by Eros.

I was shocked it hadn't
happened a long time ago.

But Julie...

I wake up some nights,

and I see her standing
right there.

I know it's bullshit, but...

She's right there.

She takes my hand.
She tells me,

"You belong with me."

I'm pretty sure
I don't belong here.

This ship.

So you're leaving us
already?

You gonna just walk out
into space?

Uh-huh.

What kind of pathetic
Belters are we?

We used to be a lot better
at losing.

Then we need to
stick together.

Yam seng.

The UNN Nathan Hale

is on a direct course
to Phoebe Station.

When we accelerated,
they matched.

And now the Nathan
Hale is burning us.

At this rate they're
going to beat us there.

Why would Earth suddenly care
about Phoebe Station?

Must be something there
they don't want us to find.

But Command was
unequivocal.

Under no circumstances are we to allow
Phoebe to fall under UN control.

Prepare your team for drop.

Who's gonna feast
on Earth's sky

- and drink their rivers dry?
- MMC!

Who's gonna stomp
their mountains

- into fine Martian dust?
- MMC!

Till the rains fall hard
on Olympus Mons,

- who are we?
- MMC!

- I can't hear you!
- MMC!

- Who are we?
- MMC!

Good to see you, Cotyar.

If you'd known it was me,
would you have come?

Probably not.

The last time I saw you
was at Charanpal's funeral.

I suspect my son would have
been going gray by now, too.

You seem pretty relaxed for
someone who nearly got blown up.

You sure a walk in the park

in full view of the drones
is a good idea?

I don't believe
lightning strikes twice.

What do you want?

I want you
on my security detail.

I've been out of the
network for a decade,

I handle freight security
for a small firm

with the Luna run.

Spare me the bullshit,

I know all about
your freelance work.

You're a first-rate spy
with a Robin Hood complex.

You like screwing
over the powerful

to help the little guy.

You break the law
and you don't get caught.

You've kept a
scrapbook on me.

Don't flatter yourself.

You have skills

which I thought
might be useful someday.

And this shadow government?

I assume they're working
with Fred Johnson?

I have no love
for Fred Johnson...

- Ah.
- But in this matter,

his hands are clean.

Then you're one hell
of a liar on the news.

A little theater,
to buy some time.

I'm being set up.

When my investigation
dead-ends,

I'll make
an excellent scapegoat.

Who are the players?

- Undersecretary Errinwright.
- Jesus Christ.

I assume others.

Do they suspect you?

If they did,
I'd be dead already.

I don't have time to waste.

I need a spy.

Are you in or out?

All right, cowgirl,

I got a nice little resting
spot for that nasty blue goo.

How you doing out there?

Good.

The proximity detectors
are ready to go.

Now if anyone comes near this missile,
we'll know it.

You okay there?

I think all that radiation
failed to give me superpowers.

Usually, when we're in
dangerous situations,

you hide your nerves

by asking weird,
inappropriate questions.

Huh.

- Do I?
- Mmm.

I hope that hasn't been
irradiated out of you.

Was sort of endearing.

No.

No, I don't think it has.

So...

Do you like
space gladiator movies?

Hey, Holden!
Your mic just went dead...

Can you hear me
through the mask?

Yeah.

I can only imagine
what you saw on Eros.

Or what it was like
to nearly die that way.

We did not choose this,
but this is our fight now.

We're the only ones who know
what's going on down there.

The only ones with a chance
to stop it.

Tell me that you're okay.

This crew

is depending on me.

You've put your lives
in my hands.

I'm okay.

Ha-ha!

Here, here.

Oh.

- Sorry.
- It's all right.

Sorry.

What the hell?

This is a ground operation,
why are we firing missiles?

Command must have forgot to
check with us first, Private.

Game faces on.

We still have
our orders.

UNN command confirms
that the MCRN Scirocco

fired five missiles

in response
to the Nathan Hale's

hard-burn towards Phoebe.

My God, they've done it.

Not yet.
It takes two to play war.

There's a 20-minute delay
from the A.O.

By the time
we get a full assessment,

the Hale and the Scirocco
could both be dust.

We have to anticipate
the worst.

Phoebe's a backwater
science station.

What are they trying
to protect?

It doesn't matter.
They're making a move.

As we speak, the Martians could be
preparing a strike all over the system.

Have any of their other
ships changed course?

Or launched?
Or done anything provocative?

Madam, by the time
you see it

on that display,
it will be too late...

I know how the
fucking thing works.

Answer my question.

As of 20 minutes ago, no.

That doesn't sound
like a first strike to me.

The missiles are a message
to back off. Nothing more.

The Captain of the Hale will
likely fire back on the Scirocco,

as he's authorized to do.

The MCRN will retaliate.

Phoebe may be the spark,
but it will not end there.

The Captain of the Hale
knows what's at stake.

He's a man of restraint.

He's one of our finest.

You know Captain Yvgeny?

Since he was a little
know-it-all at the Academy,

debating me in philosophy.

I promise you, sir,

he is the same wise man
he was back then.

The wise thing to do right now is to
target the MCRN fleet. System-wide.

Mars isn't stupid enough to start
a war that will end civilization

over a rathole like Phoebe.

Let this saber-rattling
play out.

We'll hold,
until we hear from the Hale.

God have mercy on us all.

I didn't know we shared
Captain Yvgeny as a friend.

An exceptional man.

Yes.

Who never went
to the Academy.

Command,

the Nathan Hale has not
fired on the Scirocco.

Their missiles
were not intended for us.

I repeat, their missiles were
not intended for us.

Command, be advised,
we are standing down.

The Martians were targeting
Phoebe Research Station,

which sustained
multiple direct hits.

The ice moon fractured
under the barrage

and the fragments spiraled
into Saturn.

It's completely gone.

Wish I had
your hat for you, amigo.

Are we even now, or, uh...

I still owe you one, don't I?

We'll figure it out.

Alex!

Yeah.

What's the emergency?

Okay, it's kind of
an emergency.

So, listen. I'm thinking
to myself, I'm thinking,

how often do we all just hang
out together and just talk,

you know, without work?
No, no, without work.

Hey! Listen, listen, listen.

So I'm thinking to myself,
and I say to myself, "Self,

"we ought to just
do that, right?"

So.

Vee-o-walla!

That's lasagna.

It's "voilà."

Sit down.

So that,
my hungry friends,

is a Kamal family recipe.

It's a staple
of the Mariner Valley.

Now, granted, we had to
improvise a little bit,

without any real cheese, or wheat,
or tomatoes or anything.

Damn, Alex, you're getting us
really excited about this lasagna.

Now, don't go judging it
before you taste it, Earther.

It's not bad, Martian.

You know, I remember a time on
Ceres when there was real cheese?

They busted that black market
curd cartel on ninth level.

Real cheddar,
from real cows.

Damn, they had cheese in the
street for weeks, I remember that.

Coming out of every
nook and cranny.

Bricks of cheese
and wheels of cheese,

and peace, love
and brotherhood,

as long as that lasted.
Then, it was gone.

I busted that cartel.

Yeah, it was me
and Star Helix.

We confiscated about 1,000
kilos of high-grade cheddar.

It was bound for some
luxury spa on Titan.

That stuff was
out of Vermont, too.

Craziest thing, though,
the whole shipment disappeared

from the evidence lock-up
that night.

So, it just vanished.

Yeah, the, um...

Security cameras shorted out.

What?
Nobody saw nothin'.

So the Governor of Ceres

gathers all the Star
Helix cops together

for an ass-tearing.

This guy wants to know
what is the plan

for catching these
dubious, nefarious...

...cheese thieves, right?

So he's there,
he's tearing us a new one.

Meanwhile, the whole room
stinks like cheese farts.

I think I know that Governor.

Teddy the Detector,
this guy was not!

Who?

Teddy the Detector!

Yeah! The little kid,
the little robot,

teaches you about
the air sensors, no?

I think I'm too young.

Teddy the Detector
detects...

Oh, goddamn,
that was great cheese.

You're right.

Cover me!
Grab target data

when those bastards
try to light me up.

Got it, Gunny!

Travis, right flank!
Hillman, left!

Roger, right.

Roger, left.

Targets incoming on my nine,
high...

Same old shit,
"Hurry up and wait," huh?

Look, Gunny, we...
We got an intel flash

the Hale was carrying
10 times our number.

We weren't going to send you
down to a slaughter.

One of us is worth
20 of them.

They wanted something on
Phoebe and we vaporized it.

I'd say the fight's coming,
soon enough.

I hope you're wrong.

Earth knows the price of
escalation as well as we do.

You said our job is to
prevent a war with Earth.

Ever wonder
if we've got it backwards?

Maybe we can't have
the dream of Mars,

until we've had that war...

They're lighting her up!
Three tangos painted, Gunny!

Four!