Black and grey realism tattoo of a blaster pistol with the words HAN SHOT FIRST beneath it, on the outer thigh of a person in denim shorts.

Blaster pistol tattoo on thigh

Realism · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A realistic black and grey tattoo of a blaster pistol with visible panel detail, trigger guard and barrel shading sits on the outer thigh. The words HAN SHOT FIRST are stacked in small capitals below the gun, and the shading uses soft greys for depth. The background shows denim shorts, sneakers and a red patterned floor, with the person's face not in frame.

Realism Lettering Thigh Pistol Gun Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruddock had been on about it since the Bay of Biscay, the way he picked at everything, and by the time we raised the Canaries the whole mess deck had split in two. The cook swore blind that the fellow in the cantina never had a chance to fire. Nobody believed him, but nobody had seen the film in years either, so the stake was a tin of peaches from the ship's stores, and the argument was the only thing keeping us civil through the doldrums.

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The chief steward found a dog-eared print in the purser's locker, wrapped in an oilskin with a note pinned to it that read "for when you're bored, from the last idiot." We threaded it through the old projector on the bridge deck while the watch kept one eye on the radar and the other on us. Ruddock sat with his arms folded as the scene came up on a bedsheet pegged between the lifeboat davits: the bar, the bored alien, the coat that doesn't quite hide the holster.

The bolt went one way, then the other, and the whole thing was over in less time than it takes to light a pipe. Ruddock didn't say anything for a long while. Then he said, "Go on, look at the wrist," and we all looked, and I'll admit the wrist was doing something I hadn't noticed in forty years of watching.

He handed me the tin without a word. I prised it open with the bosun's knife and offered him the first peach, which he ate standing up at the rail, watching the wake go white and straight behind us toward Valparaiso.