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Scorpian Shipyards
The view through the plexiglass in the obs lounge was gorgeous. There were what looked like fireworks displays, gracefully pirouetting among the ships, leaving behind complex fractal designs as dozens of them crossed over the paths of the others. Then the marvelous tracery morphed into explosions as the fireworks, which she now recognized as missiles, hit their targets, and the oxygen in each vessel was ignited into a fireball.
Beauty became horror became the blackness of instantaneous death.