Traditional style tattoo of a red striped planet with a blue ring, set inside a black outlined cloud with a small star, on the leg.

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Red planet with blue ring in a cloud

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A red planet with cream and orange bands and a blue ring sits at the centre of a black cloud outline with white swirl highlights. A small star-shaped mark sits at the lower right, and the ring trails out past the right edge of the cloud. The bold black outlines, flat red and blue fills and grey shading on the cloud are typical of traditional tattooing.

Traditional Other Planet Saturn Cloud Star Ring

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ring is the first thing new crew ask about, as if a planet with a belt of ice were a joke someone forgot to finish. Ours is the blue of a swimming pool in a bad postcard, and it runs off the chart like a line snagged on something far away. Dessa Rook had the whole thing painted on the Tern's nose the year we bought her, black cloud and all, and she swore the little star at the bottom was the dock at Varro Station, where we were cheated out of a fortnight's wages.

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We were eleven hours into an ice run through the cloud belt of Harrow when the sensors went white. Pim wanted to jettison the cargo, six tonnes of frozen water that had cost us everything we owned. Dessa said no, then said yes, then went quiet in the way she does when she has already decided. We dropped the load and rode the storm through a gap the charts called impassable, which is how we found the hulk: a survey ship lying on her side inside the cloud, her hatch marked with the same red globe and the same blue ring, painted by hand and not very well.

Inside, the logs stopped eleven years ago. The last entry was a single line in a careful hand: Tell whoever comes that the ring is not a ring, it is a road, and the star is where it ends. Pim laughed at that until he saw the navigation tank, where someone had left the route lit, a thread of light running out past the edge of the chart and into dark we had never bothered to map.

Dessa put her palm flat against the hatch and said nothing for a long time. Then she sealed the tanks, cut the rest of our ballast loose, and we followed the blue line out.