A wry Red engineer and Sons contact on Phobos who dreams of home and dares the Reaper to raise the Hive's twenty-five million.
Rollo, a stringy, wry Red engineer and the Sons' contact on Phobos, smuggles Darrow's team onto the moon and shelters them after the disastrous raid. A contract wage-slave who has welded the towers for eight years to pay off a transit debt, unable to return to his wife and children in New Thebes, he burns with weary rage at being 'stepped on and charged for oxygen.' When Sevro's escape plans collapse, Rollo makes the audacious case that the Reaper need not flee: reveal himself to the Hive's twenty-five million desperate lowColors—who crashed Phobos's servers just trying to watch his Carving—and they will rise as a tide. An engineer, not a mere welder, he swears he can cut the Society's air and water with a screwdriver, and offers Darrow an army.
Stringy and wry, half a head shorter than Sevro, with a clean-cut goatee, a toothpick habit, sparkling bright eyes, and an easy charm; thirty-eight, weathered by hard labor.
Sons engineer and organizer on Phobos; the voice urging Darrow to spark a lowColor uprising in the Hive.