<lora:sw_dark_one_zit:1> The freighter has just landed on a colossal circular platform inside a vast orbital hangar carved into an asteroid. The camera is positioned slightly below nose level, emphasizing the ship’s enormous mass. Its landing struts are fully deployed, hydraulic pistons still venting vapor. Heat shimmer rises from its engines, distorting the air under the stern. The hull plating is scratched, patched, and stained from atmospheric entries. The hangar ceiling disappears into darkness hundreds of meters above, lined with gantry cranes, suspended floodlights, and hanging maintenance rigs. Cold white industrial lights illuminate the ship from multiple angles, casting long mechanical shadows across the platform. Tiny human figures in reflective suits swarm around the freighter. Forklift-sized cargo movers roll beneath the belly, docking into recessed cargo ports. A loading ramp has descended from the midsection, and a thin stream of workers exits carrying equipment cases. Others guide hovering cargo pallets using illuminated batons. Steam vents intermittently from side panels. Warning strobes blink in amber. Digital markings and faded insignias are visible along the hull. A large magnetic crane arm slowly lowers toward a container module near the ship’s flank. The scale contrast is dramatic: the people look insect-sized beneath the towering bulk of the vessel. Everything feels functional, believable, heavy.