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A cinematic, photorealistic shot of Elizabeth Dulau standing beside an X-Wing on a rebel tarmac at dusk — her orange flight suit is zipped to the collar, flak vest and chest box securely strapped, helmet tucked under one arm. Her brown hair is braided tight against the nape of her neck, eyes narrowed with quiet resolve. The golden sky behind her is streaked with vapor trails from other ships lifting off. Around her, rebel crew scramble to refuel and arm fighters, but she stands still — a moment of stillness before ignition. The weathered hull of her ship glows orange in the low sun. Her flight boots are dusty, jumpsuit creased at the knees from repeated wear. Her expression holds a hardened empathy, the kind of veteran who still feels every loss. Focused, proud, human. This is not glamour — this is survival, rebellion, defiance with wings.