A cinematic Star Wars scene set inside the cockpit of a heavily modified light freighter traveling through hyperspace. A female smuggler sits relaxed in the pilot's chair, one boot resting casually on a console while countless stars stretch into blue-white lines beyond the viewport. She is in her late thirties, weathered but attractive, with intelligent eyes and the confidence of someone who has talked her way out of almost as many problems as she has fought her way out of. Her dark blonde hair is tied loosely back, strands escaping from long days spent in the cockpit. She wears practical spacer clothing, a worn brown flight jacket, fitted utility vest, durable trousers, holster belt, and well-used boots. The cockpit is cluttered with navigation charts, spare parts, tools, cargo manifests, empty caf mugs, and evidence of years spent living aboard the ship. Warning lights and instrument panels cast a warm glow across her face as she studies a sensor display. Every surface shows signs of repair, modification, and hard-earned experience. The atmosphere feels lived-in, adventurous, and authentic. Cinematic lighting, photorealistic science fiction, ultra detailed cockpit interior, realistic character design, shallow depth of field, movie still quality, Star Wars aesthetic, masterpiece.