Amidst all the carnage they see (and sometimes create), capsuleers also rejoice in the beauty of the natural world. In this tattoo, some see the Achuran songbird flitting through the air, amidst the trills of song. Some see the Slaver Hound, its senses like deadly radar, leaping over the grounds of a sunbaked colony. Some even see a thousand stars looking down on living planets hurtling through their orbits. And a few, because there's always a few of that sort, doggedly persist in seeing a Fedo.
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