Tattoos

After they merged with the controls of gargantuan space vessels and moved beyond the confines of death itself, it's an open question whether capsuleers can even be considered purely human. This tattoo resembles one of New Eden's most nightmarish creatures, a relentless force of destruction whose mind has become entirely alien to the civilizations of New Eden. It's no wonder some capsuleers feel a strange fellowship with them.

After they merged with the controls of gargantuan space vessels and moved beyond the confines of death itself, it's an open question whether capsuleers can even be considered purely human. This tattoo resembles one of New Eden's most nightmarish creatures, a relentless force of destruction whose mind has become entirely alien to the civilizations of New Eden. It's no wonder some capsuleers feel a strange fellowship with them.

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.

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.

The entwining of human and machine defines a capsuleer's life - each can't function without the other - and it may be argued that together they compose a new organism, one that shucks off both of its skins for fresh ones when needed. Some capsuleers try to express that even though parts of them are composed of machinery - from the implants in their heads all the way up to the massive ships they control - all of it is really only a cover for a human being. Or the other way around.

The entwining of human and machine defines a capsuleer's life - each can't function without the other - and it may be argued that together they compose a new organism, one that shucks off both of its skins for fresh ones when needed. Some capsuleers try to express that even though parts of them are composed of machinery - from the implants in their heads all the way up to the massive ships they control - all of it is really only a cover for a human being. Or the other way around.

For an immortal master of dangerous technological wonders, it can be hard to retain or even recall the connection to the natural cycle of life. This tattoo is a reminder that death for a capsuleer, though only fleeting, is omnipresent and will always leave its mark, and that one person's precious, perfect engine of war will eventually - through accident, scheming, or a second's forgetfulness - become someone else's wreckage to calmly pick clean.

For an immortal master of dangerous technological wonders, it can be hard to retain or even recall the connection to the natural cycle of life. This tattoo is a reminder that death for a capsuleer, though only fleeting, is omnipresent and will always leave its mark, and that one person's precious, perfect engine of war will eventually - through accident, scheming, or a second's forgetfulness - become someone else's wreckage to calmly pick clean.