Alona

“Oh good,” Amos replied. “Somebody got killed there. That’s how we claim stuff, you know. This planet is officially ours now.”
― James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn

“The mechanic had laid out two suits of their Martian-made light combat armour, a number of rifles and shotguns, and stacks of ammunition and explosives.
“What,” Holden said, “is all this?”
“You said to gear up for the drop.”
“I meant, like, underwear and toothbrushes.”
― James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn

“People used to think gold was worth fightin’ over, and that shit gets made by every supernova, which means pretty much every planet around a G2 star will have some. Stars burn through lithium as fast as they make it. All the available ore got made at the big bang, and we’re not doin’ another one of those. Now that’s scarcity, friend.”
― James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn

“What happened?" she asked.
"The landing pad blew up."
"Oh," she said. And then, "do they do that?"
"No. No, they really don't.”
― James S.A. Corey, Cibola Burn