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This is what I was spending most of my time on. MCRN Tachi 3d model 💁🏻
Original concept by Ryan Dening.
#the expanse 3d model#the expanse fanart#mcrn ship#hard surface#3d model#3d animation#rocinante#spaceship#the expanse
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J03 Hunter Class destroyer & F16A Marathon class Heavy Cruiser, scaled for playing Mobile Frame Zero: Intercept Orbit. Inspired by the MCRN Donnager battleship from The Expanse.
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The J03 Hunter Class destroyer, designed and built by the First Great Expansion megacorp Northern Sky, was a dedicated seek and destroy platform designed to overrun targets with a single minded ferocity. The class often performed picket duties or acted as forward deployed scouts, but it truly shined when it was able to engage in one sided fights, chasing wounded and/or isolated prey, and was known for pack hunting, multi-dimensional pincer attacks that drove a target into a vector for one of the destroyers to ram for a killing blow.
Its primary weapons were two side mounted dual railgun chase armaments, a capable enough system to damage enemy light to mid armor while being relatively easy to maintain. In lieu of thick hull plating which would have slowed the class, a multi-layered defense of PDGs and defensive missile turrets (capable of firing anti-missile missiles as well as chaff/dazzlers) allowed the destroyer to capitalize on its speed for both aggressive as well as defensive maneuvering. The forward section of the class was also heavily reinforced for ramming, and was painted to evoke the grinning maw of an apex predator like aircraft nose art of old.
The F16A Marathon class heavy cruiser on the other hand was a dramatic scaling up of the venerable Hunter class, albeit with a much different mission in mind. This heavy cruiser was intended for extended solo operations such as deep space exploration, strategically hidden emergency reinforcements, or advanced system scouting; as such it needed the legs to operate on its own, carrying enough bullets, beans, fuel, and propellant to maintain happy and fully operational battle stations. Its massive armored bulk was supported by no less than eight engines, the primary four of which were over engineered for safety's safe; a catastrophic failure when the ship was millions or billions of miles from the nearest safe harbor or ally was a serious concern. Its primary weapons were two 3-barrel cannon launch missile turrets with exceptional firing arcs, that offered an impressive range of initial firing arcs. By forgoing traditional VLS cells or launch tubes, the Hunter class sacrificed volley mass and refire rate for exceptional accuracy and engagement ranges. The Marathon also mounted the same model PDGs and defensive missile turrets the Hunter class did, though with double the number of both included (later 'B' and 'C' variants instead tripled the number of missile turrets as instability throughout human and Ijad space began leading to large scale space fleet combat).
A Marathon could also easily have served as a flagship for a military or megacorp fleet, although the newer 'B' (improved C&C facilities and outsized comms arrays) and 'C' (mobile frame hangar and catapult) hulls were better suited for modern mobile frame centric combat. Despite its age, the original Marathons were still powerful forces to be reckon with, should an organization have had the resources and manning to support one. Unfortunately, as space combat transitioned from one-sided curb stomp beatdowns between well funded militaries and upstart colonists with more bravado than brains (not to mention the occasional megacorp skirmish over resources) to full on interspecies warfare between the human goverments and the Ijad forces with Free Colony Cells not only popping up more frequently every day, but also increasingly better trained and better geared, the heavy cruiser saw the end of its heyday. While the purpose built combat ship was ton for ton superior to most converted civilian vessels used by free colonists, as well as the oddly alien designs the Ijad introduced, the increase of space based mobile frame companies closed the gap enough that many militaries decided that the class just wasn't worth the manning and logistics to field any longer, in favor of smaller, more modern light cruisers, battle cruisers, and carriers that came to dominate The Second Great Expansion.
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Expanse S1E4 Growing into a leader
Steven Strait does such a good job showing Jim Holden's transition into being a leader in The Expanse S1E4 CQB. There's a moment when Jim's in the Donager's CIC where he clearly goes from 'guy who was kinda in charge on this rescue mission' to 'these are my people and I'll do whatever I have to do to get them out.' Naomi's reaction when he comes back ('you came back!') with pressure suits for them shows a step in the crew accepting him as their leader.
I also love Alex's reaction as he flies the ship that will become the Rocinante for the first time. Up until that point he'd been, as he put it 'a glorified bus driver.' To finally pilot a MCRN Corvette-class light frigate is obviously a dream come true. Gotta love it.
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This perfect spaceship is going to take you to another world. Or maybe it is a warship bringing death and destruction.
It was an attempt to create a template of prompt to create scifi content with the expanse style. I can definitly see this ship in the MCRN Home fleet.
(Sad to not have one last seasons of the expanse to see the Laconian Empire)
#stable diffusion#ai art#art#stablediffusionxl#sdxl#ship#scifi#futurist#theexpanse#digital art#space
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@factiousfcrged said, " they could’ve fucking killed you. what were you thinking? "
when desiderius mentioned what was happening on ganymede, halston knew she had to get there. she hadn't talked to her father in a few weeks simply because she'd been busy with her music and trying to get her career back off the ground. there were also a number of emotions she was trying to ignore and people affecting her more than they should. long story short? she was a mess. a mess who wasn't confident about keeping if off her face for messages.
guilt weighed heavy on her heart. what if she wasn't ever going to speak to her father again? what if his clinic was under one of the domes where the glass fell?
rather than be disappointed by holden telling her she couldn't come, halston decided to sneak aboard the roci. she sat in the shadow of one of the unused rooms, making sure not to make a noise until she was confident the stolen mcrn ship couldn't turn back around.
down on ganymede, she'd been a mess. as far as anyone could tell her, most of what had been destroyed were the agriculture domes. unfortunately, they were the cornerstone of the station itself. with those down the survival of everyone else was questionable at best.
in a flash there were guns and yelling and her adrenaline making her go before she could stop. funny, she had enough mind to think, that she couldn't do it on eros. but, halston jumped on the back of someone pointing a gun at naomi. when everything was said and done amos was raising his voice in her direction. was it yelling? could she call it yelling?
" i wasn't thinking! " hands go up in the air. her own pistol was magnetically attached to her thigh. " i saw the gun and i acted, okay? i froze once and i don't ever want to freeze on you guys again. i'm not a burden. i can hold my own. " her jaw clenches and hands plant firmly on her hips. she'd never raised her voice to him before. " at least until i see my dad. then you can leave me in a corner somewhere for all it matters. i'll figure it out. "
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Nav, where’s the UNN Agatha King?
This is minor, but something feels off about the Halo show in a way that I couldn’t articulate until I went back to an episode of The Expanse, when I realized that organizations in The Expanse feel real and fleshed out in a way they don’t in Halo.
There’s a scene from The Expanse s3e5 that focuses on Captain Kirino, the CO of a Martian cruiser. It opens with her having a discussion about an upcoming battle, and the entire scene lasts a little over three minutes.
Who does Captain Kirino talk to and interact with during that time?
Her XO
An ensign she requested to speak to
Her ship’s navigator
Her ship’s chief engineer
She has extended conversations with her XO and the ensign, turns to her navigator for a question, and briefly speaks to her chief engineer. Her XO, chief engineer, and navigator only ever appear in this episode, and the last two have very limited speaking roles.
Captain Kirino also gives an order to contact MCRN Command and gives another to put a character on a damage control unit aboard her ship. MCRN Command is a very big, high-level component of the Martian military while her ship’s damage control unit is something much tinier, nested way farther down the organizational ladder.
Was it absolutely necessary to show Captain Kirino asking her navigator a question? Maybe not. The show could’ve easily ignored that role and had her receive the same information she got from the navigator some other way, like via electronic message. And was it necessary to add in a line where she tells a character to be put on a damage control team? Again, maybe not. It’s part of her dismissing that character and letting us transfer to another scene, but the show could’ve accomplished that some other way.
Let’s cut the XO, the navigator, the chief engineer, and take out all mention of MCRN Command and the damage control team. Now the scene is largely just Captain Kirino talking to the ensign and moving the plot forward, and that’s not a problem; The Expanse does not have to show me a ship’s chief engineer for me to be able to extrapolate and accept the existence of a chief engineer, nor does it have to tell me that MCRN Command exists for me to imagine a whole, realistic command structure. The issue would come if the entire show followed that same treatment, because now you’re not showing a complex organization that interacts with itself; you’re just showing the same main cast of characters talking to themselves about themselves, rarely interacting with other parts of the organization or acknowledging the need to do so.
That’s what I think the Halo show is missing, and why the UNSC feels less “real” (and more like a black box) than the Martian Navy or anything in The Expanse does.
As an example, we see people working in Miranda’s laboratory, but Miranda never interacts with them or acknowledges them. When her father comes in in episode 9 while she’s working on a Sangheili vocal recording, we see a few people in the background in other rooms, but she’s otherwise alone. Even in her old lab, she never walks up to one of her analysts and asks them to pull something up for her, to hand her something, or to ask about the progress of some effort or see if they need anything. Nothing. The team she’s in charge of might as well only exist in theory, and throwaway lines she could be making would’ve gone a long way to establish the team as something that feels real.
Characters who you think would interact with different people--Adm. Parangosky, Capt. Keyes, Dr. Halsey--mostly seem to only interact with each other and a couple other recurring background characters. The show feels very insulated and contained within/around the main cast to the extent that characters feel almost ‘cut off’ from the teams they’re supposed to be part of, and the show doesn’t acknowledge all the complexity and moving parts of the UNSC in a way that really makes me buy it, or that the main cast is fully integrated into it. Of course, they are-- but it doesn’t feel like they are because it seems like I’m being told something rather than being shown actual evidence of it.
#This is more about The Expanse's strengths than anything#On the whole this is minor and maybe it's genre expectations but#I work in a lab and Dr. Halsey's singular assistant and Miranda doing all this stuff herself and never even interacting with the team#isn't doing it for me based on my own experiences of how science works#This just doesn't feel like a show where I can imagine a scene like Capt Kirino asking the navigator where an enemy ship is#let alone acknowledging the existence of something like damage control#I'm not asking for scenes going into the minutiae of Parangosky's paperwork or avalanche of meetings or her aide briefing her#I would just like for characters to occasionally have even tiny interactions with other people with other jobs just to sell the fact#that this stuff is all connected and it's not just the same 10 people all talking to each other and no one else#Halo TV show#Halo spoilers#not really but just to be safe#the expanse#Science fiction#Scifi#Science fiction meta#Meta
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Spacedock ship construction book
An Orbital Construction Dock was capable of building an MC80 Star Cruiser in a couple of months. The Razorbacks Design From The Expanse Explained. Spacedock breaks down The Expanse S05E10s fantastic realistic space battle.
In 2285, the USS Enterprise returned to Spacedock after serving as a cadet training vessel on an ill-fated mission. was a forum RPG on the Arc Forums, started in April 2016 by Hawku. Spacedock was under construction in 2257. Ver más ideas sobre naves espaciales, naves de star trek, ciencia ficcion. The stations in high orbit over Mon Calamari were assembled there. Force Recon returns for a look at the MCRN Scriocco Class Assault Cruiser. They were used by a number of shipyards, including Rendili, Sluis Van, and the Mon Calamari Shipyards. Also of note was that ships could resupply and refuel while docked at the station. They also had two large docking arms for smaller craft and several docking bays for various starfighter-scale craft including the station's onboard complement of construction shuttles and engineering pods. These stations had two large berths which were each capable of accommodating two MC80 Star Cruisers or similar-sized capital ships. This model will be fully lit with a super-detailed shuttle bay and other we. I decided to document the construction of my Polar Lights 1/350 scale Enterprise. At SDCC, Mattel will be selling an exclusive and limited 'USS Enterprise NCC 1701 under construction in spacedock' version from Star Trek. The Space Dock, also known as the Orbital Construction Dock, was a standard construction facility designed by Rendili StarDrive. I just came across this amazing piece of artwork featuring the mushroom shaped Spacedock and what looks like an Ambassador-Class Starship, possibly the Enterprise-C. Retailing for about 15, these are excellent for display.
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Session recap for The Expanse: Flight of the Phorcys
Loading Apostle Birch and the LDS legal team onto the Phorcys, The crew move to rendezvous with the Behemoth to skim a torpedo reload off of the ships stores.
As Kian pilots the ship in and the rest of the crew helps their passengers settle in. The ships sensor array picks up a massive temperature spike in the designated cargo bay.
A massive explosion rocks the ship. Warning claxons blare as the weapons and reactor go offline and crew and passengers knock into bulkheads midship. Bumps bruises and a broken wrist are the order of the day.
Tatum asks for a scan for nearby ships. Of all the traffic now ordered to hold position around Tycho Station one vessel, the John D. Lee. Tatum tells Ethan to give the Lee a closer look so the former UNN marine opens the full capability of the Phorcys’ sensor array including painting the Lee with the targeting system. Looking at power output and hull details the Lee, a large freighter, has a poorly hidden rail-gun.
Tatum orders Kian to keep the ship out of the firing arc of those things just in case.
Kian flies the ship tea-kettle(only thrusters) manage to keep out of the firing arc of the rail gun as reactor and weapons repairs are made by Tatum and Mario.
Ethan hails the Lee once he notes a passive lock on the Phorcys.
Clayton Fitzgerald the captain of the Lee tries to ease tensions with some anti-
Belter racism and appeals to Ethan who he assumes is an Earther, that everyone can just calm down and that the Phorcys did paint him with a targeting laser first.
After some quick repairs they take a meandering route sunward to confuse anyone tailing them. And by day 3 of the week long 1G burn sunward it is apparent that they are being followed. Careful analysis of sensor and telescope data reveals the John D Lee is flying casual but absolutely following them.
Following up with earlier conversations with Apostle Birch, Tatum and company learn the Lee’s name is a historical reference to a Mormon militia leader convicted and executed for the massacre of 120 settlers passing through the Utah territory in the 19th century United States.
As they have this discussion a wide band emergency message is transmitted along their vector.
“This is a joint emergency message from the UNN and MCRN An unknown object has launched from the surface of Venus and is accelerating at tremendous speed. All craft are encouraged to move out of the path of the object at top safe speed, Navigation data follows…”
The debate on how to react was cut short as Kian makes orients the ship perpendicular to the ecliptic and pushes the Epstein drive into a hard 9G burn evading the object and the John D. Lee.
At a safe distance Kian cuts thrust after righting their course so everyone one can take a breather but nearly everyone on board was left with some sort of acceleration trauma.
Body parts popped out of sockets, bruises, broken noses and Uthke the ships physician unconscious in her crash couch.
Surprisingly the two Belter crew, Kian and Mario came out in scathed leading to Kian teasing Ethan about who can really handle high Gs.
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I got feeling for moca now too oh shit wait a sec
#kit talks#ITS GONNA B GAY IMAGINE BC SHUT UP SELF SHIPPING IS COOL#I COULD MAKE IT MCRN BUT NO ITS MY GAY TIME AND I DECIDE WHO TO SHIP MOCA WITH EVEN IF ITS MYSELF
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Another Day on the Zenobia
*Just a little day in the life before Bobbie's secret mission*
A faint sound, far away. It grew louder and closer. Bobbie's unconscious mind struggled to place it. The frustrating consistency of the noise drew her to wake. Chrisjen's alarm. Damn thing.
The Martian inhaled sharply as she tried to force her body awake. She could swear she'd only just laid down and tiredness seemed to stick to her very bones. The body next to her stirred and Bobbie knew the woman was just as exhausted, probably more so. Finally, the alarm stopped and she heard a deep sigh.
Bobbie slowly, begrudgingly, opened her eyes. Shifting to her side, she looked at her companion. Chrisjen's brow was knit with stress despite the fact that she had just awoken. Her lids were still closed and Bobbie wondered what she was already thinking about, what problem was already consuming her thoughts.
Reaching out, the younger woman draped her arm over Chrisjen's body, lightly squeezing her side. Chestnut eyes blinked open finding Bobbie's. She always wanted to comfort Chrisjen, to relieve some of the burden somehow and these times of closeness were the only times she could get her to forget all the shit going on outside their door.
Chrisjen wasn't fond of platitudes and she didn't like words for the sake of words. She wanted honesty and honestly there wasn't much Bobbie could think of that was good. So instead she offered Chrisjen a small smile. It was nothing more than a tiny tug at the corners of her lips, but it communicated everything the older woman needed in that moment. There was one good thing, Bobbie thought. It was them. The two of them.
Chrisjen returned the offering with her own little grin and covered the arm across her torso with her own, tugging until Bobbie came closer. She placed a gentle kiss at her Earther's temple. No words, just soothing touches before the chaos started.
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The delegation rushed down the corridor, headed for the conference room. It was the gaggle of reporters pursuing them like starving wolves that had them moving so quickly. Chrisjen hated that they got so close. She couldn't stand the constant questions yelled at her. Not because she didn't believe they deserved some answers, but because she had no answers to give.
Bobbie flanked her side, stiff arm extended, keeping the reporters at bay. "Back off!" She warned them, tone sharp with just enough volume to make them believe she might erupt.
She didn't like this job. Her skills of intimidation weren't meant for this. They were meant for the battlefield. But Chrisjen needed her here, so this is where she would stay. She watched the woman practically march through the ship. Bobbie marveled at her. The Secretary General of Earth, the UNN's lead politician, had morphed into a military strategist almost overnight. She had to. Someone had to be the voice of reason and insight in the midst of all the hot headed bullshit being thrown around by the MCRN.
Though Bobbie knew her people's aggressive nature wasn't the right play now, she understood the sentiment. Martians were warriors and they wanted to fight. Chrisjen may have a shit hand in the game, but she was going to play it as smartly as possible, and right now that meant buying time. However, every day that passed was another day thousands of people on Earth died of exposure, dehydration, starvation, or simple conditions needing only antibiotics.
How to feed everyone, cloth and shelter the planet's population, clear the atmosphere, organize transports with a fleet at a quarter of its capacity, all these and more were issues Chrisjen was charged with fixing. And that was only on Earth. Add in deteriorating conditions in space with a war raging all around them, forces dwindling and divided, the Secretary General was at her wit's end. She didn't have much left to give, so Bobbie gave Chrisjen everything she could.
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Dismissing everyone from the room with a wave of her hand, Chrisjen waited until they were out the door. Only then did she slowly sit down, allowing her muscles to relax. Bobbie watched her with a compassionate expression. Another massive grain shipment lost. It had been sitting too long waiting for transport and rotted.
Abruptly, Chrisjen slammed a fist on the table. "Fuck!"
Bobbie averted her gaze. She'd learned long ago not to be surprised by these outbursts. The woman's eyes were wide with anger, yet still filled with sadness. Everyone in the meeting let it go unsaid that Earthers were bound to starve to death without the precious grain.
Waiting for Chrisjen's angry breaths to slow, Bobbie carefully approached. She sat in a chair and turned to face her. "I'm sorry," the Martian said quietly.
Eyes flying to Bobbie's, she flashed, "Did you wipe out our fleet and doom my people to starvation?"
Bobbie sighed at the resentment. "No ma'am."
"Then fuck your sorries!" Chrisjen stood, walking around the table, frustration not allowing her to be still. Her shoulders slumped. Her back to Bobbie, she said a hushed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap."
Bobbie made her way over, though the small woman refused to face her. Tenderly she lifted both hands to rest on Chrisjen's shoulders. "It's okay." The woman leaned back into her and Bobbie adjusted, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and reaching the other around her middle. She pulled Chrisjen into her. "It's okay," she repeated as the small woman gripped her arms tightly, silently begging for support.
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Bobbie stood quietly in the back of the conference room allowing the generals to talk military things. Listening to MCRN and UNN leadership hash out the logistics of battle was like listening to two siblings argue over toys. Annoyance brewed in Bobbie's belly. She often had to push down the urge to yell at the lot of them. How did Chrisjen do it? Listen day in and day out.
But then Bobbie always saw it, the moment their own words backed them into a corner and the Secretary General was the only one with the wisdom to untie their verbal knots. She wondered at it every time. Just when the entire meeting seemed an hours long waste, Chrisjen swept in with the right words at the right time to spur them in the right direction.
The day was ending and the Martian hoped this meeting would do so as well. Her stomach growled. She thought back over the day and internally scolded herself, unable to remember if Chrisjen had eaten at all today. Bobbie slipped out of the last evening meeting and off to the mess hall.
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Cradling two take out boxes of food in one arm, Bobbie reached into her pocket to retrieve her hand held. She fumbled to tap the door lock with one hand. Once the door opened, she made her way into Chrisjen's quarters, the space they had come to share, really. Bobbie set the food down in the small kitchen area.
She glanced to the desk in the corner to see the older woman watching her with the faintest smile. The large hand held in Chrisjen's fingers was slowly lowered to the desktop as she averted her eyes from work for a precious moment.
Bobbie tried not to let her expression turn too sappy. She loved this quiet time between them, even though they were tired.
"Thought you might be hungry," Bobbie said.
"Why do you take such good care of me?" The sincere question came softly.
Bobbie raised an eyebrow. "Someone has to," she answered. "You're terrible at it."
Then Chrisjen smiled genuinely, a full smile, rarely seen. It was gorgeous. She stood and made her way over to Bobbie. The Martian's heart rate increased with the look in her companion's eyes. Chrisjen reached out and took her hand.
"I don't deserve you," she told Bobbie.
It sounded ridiculous to the Martian. She was suddenly aware of their proximity and her mouth went dry. Bobbie never wanted to push. Chrisjen had enough pressure on her, but she could swear that look was an invitation.
Bobbie took it, gently pulling on the small hand in hers until the fronts of their bodies touched. She wasn't sure if it was the fact that it was so late and their inhibitions were dulled by the tiredness, but late at night as time approached the wee morning hours, the two women fell into each other. Not wildly, or madly, but completely.
Leaning down, Bobbie captured Chrisjen in a soft kiss. The Earther languidly lifted her arms around broad shoulders and kissed her deeply. Bobbie returned the kiss, wanting so much more. She never had to wait. The longer they kissed, the stronger Chrisjen's touches became.
Nimble fingers found the zipper of Bobbie's uniform jacket, promptly pulling it down. Chrisjen pushed the jacket over Bobbie's shoulders until it was gone. Her hands moved from Bobbie's waist, over her chest, and up to cup her cheeks. Without pause, Chrisjen kissed her hard.
Then it was Bobbie who became more forward. She followed suit, carefully taking Chrisjen's longer coat off and easily laying the work of art over the compact sofa. They kissed and touched, enjoying the familiarity and comfort of it. For Bobbie, these times brought her only peace. She was sure it was the same for Chrisjen. Her fingers combed into the woman's short raven locks. She remembered when she'd cut her hair. At first, Bobbie had been livid. She loved those long, thick tresses. But soon she saw how the shortness brought out the natural curl of Chrisjen's hair. They both agreed she would at least have to grow it back out to her shoulders. It was the only thing that would appease Bobbie.
But these times, when she scratched Chrisjen's scalp tenderly or later when she knew she would run her fingers through that hair to help the woman fall asleep, she loved the short cut.
Suddenly, a yank at the waist of her slacks distracted Bobbie. Yes, she thought, as Chrisjen abruptly pushed her hand inside the Martian's pants and found her center. Bobbie moaned into her mouth, roughly pulled her lips away to suck in air. Then those lips went straight to Chrisjen's neck. She started to pull at her lover's clothing, wanting it gone as she moved them toward the bed.
How this had started was lost to Bobbie. They had grown closer and closer over long months until this seemed inevitable. Now it had been going on since they moved aboard the Zenobia and Bobbie was consumed by this woman.
Her longing for the theatre of war was always close, but when Chrisjen touched her, loved her like this, every desire in Bobbie's heart recentered right here, focused on this perfect person.
She unbuttoned her slacks and rushed to get out of them. In her haste, Bobbie stumbled, almost falling to the floor causing a deep chuckle to escape the other woman.
Climbing on top of her, Bobbie joked, "You think that's funny?"
Still grinning, Chrisjen hummed in the affirmative. Bobbie kissed her deeply, moving her mouth downward, leaving a string of expletives running from Chrisjen's lips.
Bobbie had no idea how long this scenario would play out. It wasn't sustainable. They were both exhausted, spent on every front, daily wishing for another life. How long could they really go on like this, their only solace found in each other. But maybe that's the point, Bobbie thought, that they'd found someone in the midst of so much loss. Still it couldn't go on forever and they both knew it.
Bobbie was determined to hold onto it as long as possible. All the mundane shit. Meetings with idiots, conferencing with Earth, trying and trying to make things better only to be let down. Why would Bobbie want this to go on? Another day on the Zenobia was seemingly another day in hell for a soldier like Bobbie. But no, this was certainly no hell. Boring, sometimes maybe, frustrating certainly.
But here, the two of them, making love until they couldn't stay awake any longer, this was everything. Another day on the Zenobia was another day with Chrisjen and that was all Bobbie truly wanted.
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“Well,” Bobbie said, “they got the drive.”
“Yep. So that thing where you and Avasarala thought maybe someone was appropriating MCRN ships and supplies?”
“Look pretty smart now, don’t we?”
-Nemesis Games, James S. A. Corey
#bobbie draper#chrisjen avasarala#alex kamal#nemesis games#james s a corey#book quotes#chrisjen and bobbie
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Alex Kamal and the birth of confidence
Shortly after we meet Alex, he confesses to his shipmates that he was 'a glorified bus driver' during his 20 year career as a transport pilot in the MCRN. He later tells Amos that the Martian navy basically told him he wasn't good enough to ever fly a Corvette-class Light Frigate like the Rocinante.
Alex goes from doubting he can even fly the Roci when they steal ... um, er, appropriate the Tochi/Rocinante to laughing giddily while he says "I'm doin' it! I'm doin' it!"
His confidence and pride in being the Roci's pilot grows. We can see his reluctance when he hands docking control over to Tycho Station. It's his ship, goddam it, and he doesn't want anyone else to fly her. Alex later puts himself through multiple simulations after he decides his performance duing the Roci's first mission wasn't up to scratch. No one else tell's Alex to do this.
Alex's confidence and pride drive him to become a badass gunship pilot, part of the Rocinante's crew that those in the Belt come to fear and respect.
There's a price to be paid for this though. I'll write later about Alex's family and how his desire to pilot the Roci affect's their relationships.
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I did not get to see UN and MCRN kick free navy in the ass and I am disapinted. WHY THEY DID IT OFF SCREEN. I WANTED TO SEE THE UN ONE(UNN Zenobia) kick ass. A brand new ship...
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Thinking about the Roci...
I love that when my boy Jim named the ship “Rocinante” after his favorite childhood book, it reminded Amos of a woman that was good to him when he was younger who was named the same.
I love that Amos chose to immortalize her as the ship’s emblem when he painted the name on the side.
I love then that when the ship was legitimized, they kept Amos’ choice of decal as if the whole crew adopted this woman as their mascot and now she’s part of the Rocinante’s actual HUD and legal registration.
I love that the Rocinante, a symbol of justice and honor in the solar system, has a sex worker as its emblem and it’s not some vague “sexy lady” pirate logo that has little symbolic significance.
She’s a picture of a woman that meant something to Amos and the representation of a kindness that was given to him.
I love that the Roci still has Prax’s gardening panels lining every inch of the common recreational areas with plants even though he has left them for Ganymede.
I love that Alex treats her like an extension of himself and a valued other crew member. The Roci represents a freedom and purpose that Alex never thought he’d find after leaving the MCRN and his family fell apart.
I love that Naomi’s advanced engineering skills are vital to the operation of the Roci. And that when she wasn’t there for an extended period the boys could barely make it without her.
The Rocinante encapsulates the mission of Jim and the heart of Amos. She is an extension of Naomi’s genius with engineering and Alex’s piloting ability.
But more than that, the Rocinante is their home. The place where they all feel the most welcome and safe. The place where they all feel they can make a difference.
#the expanse#alex kamal#amos burton#james holden#naomi nagata#praxidike meng#the rocinante#Just thinking about my Roci Crew and their beautiful Lady.
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Bobbie & Drummer: “Can you please stop eating that? The smell is making me nauseous.”
Bobbie woke with a groan in an unfamiliar room. Someone was eating something that was making her stomach rebel against her. She turned her head towards the smell. It was that Belter friend of Naomi’s, who showed up when the questions Bobbie was asking Martians on Pallas made them attempt to beat the shit out of her. “Can you please stop eating that? The smell is making me nauseous.”
Drummer, that was her name, ate another mouthful before answering. “You sure it the white kibble? Or the two slugs the pomeng put in your belly?”
Bobbie brought her hand up to her stomach, feeling the heat of the healing machine. She vaguely remembered getting shot, so the autodoc must be pumping her full of strong painkillers. “I had red kibble. It was shit.”
Drummer scoffed. “Sorry good Belter food not up to your Martian standards. Here. I finish.” She ate the last of what was in her bowl and pushed it away.
Shit. Bobbie really didn’t need more people mad at her. Especially with Avasarala back in Luna with no formal power. “Sorry. Getting shot makes me a bitch.”
Drummer patted a spot on her abdomen. “Me sasa.”
“Thanks for bringing me here to - where am I?”
“My ship, the Connaught. What you doing out here?”
And fuck it. If Drummer was in this conspiracy with Mars and the OPA, she could have already killed her. Besides, Bobbie didn’t think Naomi would be friends with someone who was planning on killing a shit ton of innocent people. “Trying to figure out why MCRN tech is getting into Belter hands. You?”
Drummer’s face didn’t change but Bobbie could almost feel her brain processing this new information. “Trying to find out who kill my friend. Could be that we looking for the same people, ke?”
Bobbie nodded and tried to sit up. Nope. That wasn’t going to happen for a bit. “Sounds like it.”
Drummer leaned closer to Bobbie. “You heal up, Martian. Then we find Marco Inaros and kill him.”
Bobbie knew she should object. She really needed to know what his plans were, but that could wait until later, when her head didn’t weigh like she was pulling 6gs. “Sounds good,” she mumbled, before drifting back into unconsciousness.
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