My OCs; brother and sister, Lucania and Andromeda Lan ⭐️
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My OCs; brother and sister, Lucania and Andromeda Lan ⭐️
Happening Elsewhere: Salvage.
Not long after the First City Outpost fell, the market for gleaming new vessels, while lucrative for a select few, became so focused that the majority of ship builders transitioned to maintenance and “upgrade” construction, increasing the size and power of older vessels at a fraction of the cost. As old ships continued to grow, gradually adding rooms, corridors, antennae and engines, “designing” a ship became a thing of the past. The majority of vessels resembled wearhouses, almost anti-aerodynamic in their shape, and chugged along near the surface, incapable of reaching too great a speed with their underpowered, rebuilt and bolted-on engines. The ships regularly broke down and required abrupt landings, often becoming damaged, stuck and being abandoned when the cost became too great. The population would scatter to nearby port cities and, like a corpse, smaller ships and other conglomerates would scavenge parts from the fallen vessel.
Only the wealthiest merchants could afford upgrades that would keep the ships airborne for extended periods, and only the wealthiest of them could even hope to reach speeds that would escape the planet’s thick and humid atmosphere, not that any of the “conglomerate ships” would survive those forces even if they did have the engines for it. Over time the sight of a newer ship became rarer and rarer as they tended to remain in the clouds. Remnants of fallen vessels were highly contested and a sort of piracy arose between the larger conglomerates that roamed the plains. Territories arose and it became fairly dangerous for any ship, old, new, small or large to venture beyond their usual habitat. Small ships began to shadow the large, sometimes acting as scouts, and port cities, along with the conglomerates, began to develop strong defenses.
Anything with a shine became virtually unheard of below the cloud cover, and even ownership of the oldest scrap piles was hotly contested. Owners of the conglomerates were masters of their territory, as long as their ships stayed aloft, but disputes were regular and dominion short-lived.
Salvage.
24x24″
Acrylic on panel (Destroyed in flood 2025)
Lulu (smol variant): Everything is shape-ship!”
Me (slightly less smol): “There is definitely no rum on this ship.”
Le Shape Ship de Stephano Giovannoni
L’humour pour le designer italien Stefano Giovannoni qui a réalisé un beurrier «Shape ship» littéralement «la forme bateau» pour la société Alessi, c’est drôle non ?
Stéphano Giovannoni designer
www.alessi-shop.fr