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“Oi, Pampaw,” Diogo said as the door to the public hall slid open. “You hear that Eros started talking?”
Miller lifted himself to one elbow.
“Sí,” Diogo said. “Whatever that shit is, it started broadcasting. There’s even words and shit.”

“I need a win, Naomi,” he continued. “I need to do something that makes a difference. Fate or Karma or God or whatever dropped me in the middle of this thing, and I need to know I’m making a difference.”
Naomi smiled at him and squeezed his hand. “You’re cute when you’re being noble,” she said. “But you need to stare off into the distance more.”

*snorts*

Oh, and aliens. Aliens that had tried to take over the Earth two billion years ago, and failed because Saturn got in the way. Can’t forget the aliens.

I've been accused of oversimplifying sci-fi things in the past, but--at least superficially--that sounds an awful lot like the opening sequence from PROMETHEUS . . . o.O

"After we get this thing done, I want the whole crew together. Just in case we need to get out in a hurry.”
Something painful happened under Miller’s sternum. Not a sharp pain, just a sudden ache. His throat felt thick. He coughed to clear it.
“As soon as we get the place secure, I’ll get in touch,” Miller said.

*lip quivers* *heart grows three sizes*

“Want to guess what the argument is about?” Miller asked.
“Hey, can we have a ride too?” Holden said mockingly with a Ceres accent. “Uh, no, we need you guys to stay here and, uh, keep an eye on things, which we promise will be totally safe and absolutely not involve you turning into vomit zombies.”

Way to keep your sense of humor in a crisis, Jimbo. Also, VOMIT ZOMBIES. O_____O

“Captain,” Naomi said, a warning in her voice.
“Still,” Holden said, talking to Miller, “you hate a mystery.”
“I do at that,” Miller replied with a nod and a faint smile. “And you, my friend, are a damn busybody.”
“It’s been said.”
“Goddamn it,” Naomi said quietly.

Boys . . . Always looking for trouble, LOL.

"Aggression against the Belt is what Earth and Mars survive on...” the masked woman said from Miller’s terminal screen. The split circle of the OPA draped behind her... “Don’t be afraid of them. Their only power is your fear.”
“Well, that and a hundred or so gunships,” Havelock said.
“From what I hear,” Miller said, “if you clap your hands and say you believe, they can’t shoot you.”

*giggle snorts*

The mud caked around the reactor had structure to it like nothing she’d seen before. Tubes ran through it like veins or airways...Not mud, then.
Flesh.
An outcropping...shifted toward her. Compared to the whole, it seemed no larger than a toe...It was Captain Darren’s head.
“Help me,” it said.