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» WHO? Alex, Amos, Naomi, Bobbie, Prax
» WHEN? Day 8 and catchall for may
» WHERE? Wandering around the Station
» WHAT? The crew of the Roci goes hunting for their missing members
» WARNINGS? Alex is going to get stuck in a door and there might be some violence initiated to try to get him out. Also: Catchall for other Roci crew threads.

It felt a hell of a lot better, to have the three of them all together. Amos had a few days alone, and Alex was all too glad that hadn't been him. He'd only had a day to wonder how the hell he got there and where the rest of his crew was, before he found Amos. Then a couple days later they'd found Naomi. He was confident, now, that it was only a matter of time before they found the others - Holden and Prax. The cap and the plant guy. Alex hadn't even noticed when Prax had officially become someone he counted as crew. As family. It didn't matter. He was, now. And that meant that Alex was just as keen on finding him as he was on finding Holden.

He wanted to find the Roci, too, but he didn't have a hell of a lot of hope, for that one. Whoever or whatever had brought them here didn't seem too eager to give them a way out. He hated it - hated the idea that he was separated from her, that he didn't know where she was or who had her - but right now Holden and Prax were more important. Once they were all together, they could work on getting the ship back.

They'd started with the top floor and worked their way down. No door was left unopened (when they would open at all), no proverbial stone unturned. Despite the fact that they'd gone through a few floors, now, Alex was undeterred. They could still find them. And even if they didn't, that didn't mean they weren't on the station. Apollo's image had made it clear there was a hell of a lot more to this place than they had access to. So maybe they were being held somewhere else. But that didn't mean they weren't gonna try.

"Alright, I'll take this row," He said amiably, as if calling sides in a game of foot ball, walking towards a row of doors. He tried to open the first one, locked, and went for the next. "Anyone want to lay bets for what sort of person we accidentally walk in on, next?"

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"Yeah, well the Cap ain't here, and if he was--" But it was already off. He sighed, cutting off his end of the feed.

A lot had happened, since Miller. He was pretty damn sure if they met now, things would be a lot different than they were when Miller left. He didn't even notice Bobbie's expression, only looking up after he shut the comm off and she asked him a question.

"That was Miller." He didn't smile. "He's the one who redirected Eros, and saved everyone on planet Earth." Unlike Alex's usual inflection, there was no sing-song tilt to the words, no humour. This wasn't a boast. This was what Miller was.

But there was one other thing.

"He's dead, Gunny. Or he was supposed to be. He died on Eros when it crashed into Venus."

Bobbie holds up a hand, shaking her head. "Wait, wait." She's heard about Miller, sure, but this guy is... not exactly what she was expecting. More than that, of course, is the fact that he's supposed to be dead, and her mind catches on those two things and needs a second to process.

"Dead. Are you sure?"

She doubts there's any way Miller could have survived, but that makes more sense to her than the idea of him somehow being resurrected.

He looked at her from under heavy brows, and there wasn't a smile in sight.

"... Yeah. I'm sure. Trust me, we were on comms with him for a long time. Honestly, I... I'm not even sure he made it to Venus itself. Took a nuclear bomb with him into the heart of the Rock and we lost communications, but - it changed course. He's dead. There's no way anyone survives that." He rubbed his forehead with his good hand.

"We had a - rocky relationship. And when I say 'we', I mean him and the crew, not him and me, exactly. He shoots first, asks questions later and doesn't give a good god damn about who likes it or not. But he saved 30 billion damn people and he's a good man, under all that. I believe that. He and Holden got into it over this guy - this scientist. At the time - I don't know. It seemed pretty stupid, to me. But everything that's happened since then? Damn, but I can't say he wasn't right to shoot that guy. I don't even want to think about what would've happened if he'd survived. A hell of a lot more than just the hybrids, that's for sure."

He was rambling, and he knew it, so he sighed.

"Anyway, point is, he deserves his bunk on the Roci as much as the rest of us. And once we find her and get out of here, he's comin' with us. Far as I'm concerned, that's end of story."

He'd just have to fight Holden about it when they got to it.

If they found Holden in the first place.

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Miller is, thankfully, blessedly unaware of the conversation the Martians are having about him. Instead, he's making his way up to the mess, just a short jaunt for him on Deck Three so he would've been there before them even without all the heavy conversating. His head is pounding as he beelines for the fabricators, punching in any old random combination since it all tastes the same to him anyway. Mmm, space slop, his favorite. After a handful of minutes, he makes his way to the most secluded table he can find, satisfied as his headache begins waning at the first taste of his radioactive-looking orange juice.

Whenever those idiots are done having a heart-to-heart about him, Joe is drinking his awful coffee and staring at his food like if he does long enough it will climb into his empty belly of its own accord. He really needs to soak up some of that kerosene he ingested last night (early this morning...?) but throwing up in the mess hall is too rock bottom, even for him. He spots them come in together easily, and when he sees Alex and Bobbie together he realizes that she must be from Mars, too. Tall, nice-skin-having motherfuckers. He holds up two fingers in a lazy greeting. By the time they get their food and make it over to him he's gotten through most of the orange juice and almost nothing of the rest.

"How sweet," he commentates dryly. "Gang's all here."

So what Bobbie gets from Alex's rundown is that this is complicated. Uncomfortably complicated. When they reach the mess hall, Bobbie grabs something more out of obligation than out of hunger, and she nods back in greeting as she sits. She's not sure what to make of him, but hopefully talking will change that.

"Not all of it. Hoping your breakfast will turn into something else?"

It takes Alex a little longer to get his meal together - thanks, arm - but soon he's sliding down onto his seat, green goop before him.

"Mornin', Miller. Bobbie, Miller - Miller, Bobbie. Now ya'llvan get good and aquatinted."

He levels Bobbie the brunt of his heavy stare, only shrugging a shoulder at the comment. The only one who's missing is Holden, and as they covered, Holden doesn't like him anyway.

"Yeah. An escape pod." An automatic quip as his gaze swings like a pendulum to Duster #2. He can't decide whether this is fun or terrible. "She your girlfriend or something?" Miller jerks a thumb Bobbie's way like she isn't right in front of him.

Bobbie was thinking of Avasarala, too. She's finding that she's missing her more and more, but then, Miller has never met her. And then of course Miller has to go and be incredibly rude, and Bobbie rolls her eyes, scowling. "Get your thumb out of my face. I'm right here."

"She's my friend," he replies, in the sort of tone that makes it clear that he doesn't consider that a rank of lesser importance, but that he's also pretty annoyed with the question. Seriously, Miller? Play nice for two seconds?

"She ended up on the Roci, later - and you've met the others." Wait. "Or most of them - you met Prax, yet? I should call him down--"

He just shrugs, not put off by how touchy they seem to be. If anything, it lends merit to his theory, but the thing is? He also doesn't give a fuck if they're screwing so he won't press it.

"You mean after I bit the big one." May as well call a spade a spade. Miller leans back and away from his as yet untouched meal and steeples his fingers in thought. "The guy that hangs around Burton, right? I've seen him." Please stop. He's still skeptical about why Alex is even doing this. Misplaced guilt maybe? He's back to looking at Bobbie, but there's something softer there now. Not quite kind, but not the impenetrable mask of a moment ago.

"I know I'm a tough act to follow, so you must be special." It's an invitation for her to tell him something...? Anything, really. He's bored, he'll listen.

"Special?" She doesn't know what he's getting at there, so she shakes her head, frowning before spearing a forkful of whatever the hell is on her tray. "I'm a Martian marine. Was." She doubts any of them would be happy to see her now.

That's not something she really considers important right now, or something she wants to talk about, so she shifts gears. "Do you... remember dying?"

Alex just kind of makes a pained face at the 'after I bit the big one', because he'd been trying to avoid bringing it up.

"Yeah, that's him. Far as I can tell, everyone who's from our version of the solar system has at some time lived on the Roci. Which is the biggest damn coincidence I've ever heard." Even if he didn't remember Bobbie being on it, Prax did. And there was no way Bobbie would know about the flag - no way she'd hit Amos for it - if she Hadn't been on board.

He glances at Bobbie when she asks that, and lets out a breath. So much for not bringing it up.

Miller doesn't seem any worse for wear with the question, if only because it had been Inevitable. He shakes his head with a bland little shrug like she's asking him about the weather. "Nope. I had just gotten to Eros... or at least, that's as much as I remember." The time travel thing is actually making him far more uneasy than apparently being dead. Maybe because it's what he wanted to begin with, it's hard to say. "MMC, huh? Should've known." He works his jaw. She has that military look for sure.

"What'd they do to you?" Because the only way a Martian defects is if they're betrayed by their own. They're the most loyal bunch in the system by far. Damn near indoctrinated, the lot of them. He's suddenly much more curious about her deal, tuning out Alex. This whole place makes no sense, he doesn't have to unpack that shit right now.

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Bobbie shoots him a dark look. That's not something she wants to get into with a total stranger, and she almost tells him to fuck off, but... Screw it. It's sharing time, apparently. She shifts back, crossing her arms.

"Made some sort of protomolecule hybrid and tested it out on my team. Do you want the details? Should we play twenty questions?"

"Don't think he knows about the hybrids, yet," Alex said, his voice a little quiet as he glanced at Bobbie. Easy, Gunny.

His eyes narrow again and he's leaning forward across the table, like he might reach out and grab one of them. but his hands remain on the tabletop, trying to ignore the bile rising up his throat. "Hybrids." It's too late, alex. you know he's not letting you off the hook for that one.

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She glances back at Alex instinctively, and the tone of his voice does get her to calm down a bit. She sighs. Miller's reaction is understandable—thinking about them, thinking about Mars' part in them, still makes her chest constrict.

"Mars partnered with Mao to create them. They're... they were human. I don't know if there's anything human left in them now. We couldn't even touch the thing. It was too fast. It..." Bobbie trails off, clearing her throat as she looks away. Too much information.

"If they ever landed on Earth, the war would be over." Alex finished for her. Part of him wanted to reach over and squeeze her shoulder, but Miller had already given him grief and he was a little self conscious. So he didn't. Instead, he just gave her a sympathetic look.

"We managed to kill it, eventually. But not before it got on the Roci and nearly took us down with it. Had to lure it outside with a nuclear warhead and then blast it down to its atoms in the drive plume."

Mao. That son of a bitch. Miller's throat constricts, but he nods to show he understands. None of his anger is directed at them, obviously. The way Alex describes dispatching the creature reeks of teamwork, and isn't that the Rocinante way.

"Smart. Almost as smart as my idea." You know, the one that didn't work. Miller is processing and coming back to Bobbie's story, frowning at her suddenly. "What about you? How'd you survive?" Apparently, yeah, twenty questions is his favorite game. Sorry, girlfran.

"I don't know. Luck. I shouldn't have." Shouldn't have because it still doesn't make sense to her, and shouldn't have because in her mind, it isn't right that her team died and she survived because of a fluke. If anything, she should have gone down saving them, but she doesn't voice any of that, just shakes her head again. "There's some sort of failsafe implanted in them. It exploded, and another unit found me."

"Well, hey. Join the club of people who shouldn't be alive but are, kid." He holds up both his hands in mock-invitation. Despite the silliness, he's taking her words very seriously. He just doesn't have a broader context for them yet.

"Yeah, thanks." It's semi-sarcastic, but not especially combative. Just talking about what happened in Ganymede exhausts her. "I don't know what the hell we're going to do about them."

"They ain't invincible, at least." He didn't have much more happiness to offer than that, however, and poked at his food.

"And they ain't here. Whatever else we have to worry about, I haven't seen hide nor hair of the protomolecule."

That has Miller turning his head to Alex and offering a simple: "Yet."

Bobbie's mouth twists, and she jerks her head in Miller's direction. "He's an optimist, huh?" Despite the sarcasm, she partially agrees. They have no idea if the protomolecule could show up.

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