#roci crew

[shmiskle]

Amos seems like the kinda guy to book a summer holiday to somewhere freezing cold. It's the middle of July and he's going to Greenland. Holden has organised a crew holiday to Tenerife and Amos is stuck in the Arctic itself.

[nayarazune]

And we're gonna capture it. We are?

[remnantglow]

some quick cibola burn sketches from the last couple of days (ft. the roci crew & an elvi)

[honeyglazedbabe]

I wish the expanse had a scene where the whole roci crew had to meet jim’s parent polycule. The untapped potential comedy of a scene like that…never forget what they stole from you!

[captain-noir]

a family can be

a former radical genius space engineer

and her alien-infected quixotic malewife

and their hot killing machine boyfriend

and his mass murdering heiress bff, 

with their martian knight in shiny armour 

and the literal queen of earth

[incognitajones]

Hello! For Trick or Treat prompting, The Expanse + "gathering" or "frost" from the seasonal list (I did not realize you'd written for The Expanse and now I'm rushing off to read root system because marriage of convenience Prax and Amos sounds AMAZING) - If that doesn't spark any ideas, I'm always interested in your rogue one takes too. "longing" feels a little on the noise for that, so maybe "blustery"?

Ahhhh, thank you so much for your interest in "root system"! I had a lot of fun writing that fic. 😊 And here's some Expanse found family for you to fill the "gathering" prompt:

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The numb chill of space flowed in with Naomi as she followed Amos through the Roci's airlock. A lattice of frost from the warmer air inside the ship crept along the edges of her faceplate. The hatch sealed behind them and she started shedding gear, popping off her helmet with a hiss and clumsily shrugging out of the oversuit. A shudder ran up her spine. Lately, every time she went outside the ship, she was cold for hours afterward. It felt as though she'd never get warm enough after the Chetzemoka. 

Amos, on the other hand, was sweating. He unzipped the top half of his inner suit and peeled it down, tying the sleeves around his waist over his undershirt. Then he tossed her uniform jacket over from where she’d left it hanging in her locker. “Put that on before you start shivering.”

“Dinner is served as soon as you two get up here,” Holden’s voice came over the intercom. “Clarissa and I finally perfected her pancit recipe.” 

Naomi made a face, and Amos laughed at her. “Aw, come on, the cap’s cooking’s not so bad.”

“He never makes it hot enough,” she grumbled. “None of you Earthers do.” “Just because you like your taste buds burned off…” Amos shook his head. 

They were still amiably bickering about food as they entered the galley. Clarissa looked over with lines of concern etched on her forehead—she got anxious when people disagreed in front of her. Amos grinned at her, though, and she relaxed. 

Naomi took her usual seat and Holden handed her a cup of tea. She curled her hands around its heat with a sigh. He set a bowl of pancit in front of her and sat down next to her, his arm resting warm against her side. 

Amos grabbed a bowl from Clarissa and slung his leg over the bench to sit. “Not bad, Peaches,” he mumbled around a mouthful of noodles. “Not bad at all.”

“I helped,” Holden said mildly, scooping some into his own bowl.  

“You chopped a few things,” Clarissa allowed. She manipulated her chopsticks with precision to take a small, neat bite. Somehow she hadn’t yet abandoned her perfect table manners in the face of the rest of the crew, who’d learned to eat fast and furious. 

The pancit might be a little bland for Naomi, but it was still good—filling and hot. The warm meal helped dispel a little more of the chill she carried inside her. Listening to Holden and Amos argue about the espresso setting on the coffee machine did the rest. Hiding a smile, she lifted her bowl to her mouth to slide in the last few noodles. 

“I’ll clean up,” she said, setting down the empty dish.

Amos shook his head. “It’s my turn.” 

It wasn’t, but Amos was still feeling protective enough of her that it wasn't worth arguing with him, and Naomi wasn’t so virtuous she’d insist on doing a chore someone else was volunteering for. “Then I’ll check the Prax panels after dinner,” she said. “The filters are due for a cleaning.”

Clarissa aligned her chopsticks across the top of her empty bowl. “I meant to ask, why do you call them Prax panels?” she asked. “I’ve never heard that before.”

“Our friend the botanist, who put them together,” Amos said. “That was his name.”

“How’s he doing, by the way?” Naomi asked. “Back on Ganymede?”

“Working hard,” Amos said. “Lotta repair work to get those agridomes up and running again.” He reached for the serving dish and dumped another mound of pancit in his bowl.

“To absent friends,” Holden said, raising his cup. Amos and Clarissa did the same, tapping their drinks together. 

“Absent friends,” Naomi echoed, thinking of Prax and Alex and Bobbie and Avasarala and all the others who’d shared this place with them. She touched her cup to Holden’s and drank, feeling the warmth spread through her.

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A/N: I know pancit isn’t supposed to be hot, but I see Naomi as someone who likes most of her food to be spicy! (it’s a Belter thing)

[jackoshadows]

Thinking about how Holden is sitting next to two characters who at one point tried to kill him....Three if we count Bobbie wanting to take back the Tachi.

As someone who loves the found family trope and platonic relationships, this show just makes me happy. Just seeing these very different characters with different loyalties and origins and stories when the show started come together and look beyond past actions to become friends.

 Now I want to watch again from the start to see these relationships organically evolve and change and grow into what it became in this scene...

[pop-culturalist]

Steven Strait and Dominique Tipper Discuss the Final Season of The Expanse