Imagine an image in the style of a dark, moody 1980s sci- fi film still: The hairless female human Guild Navigator, seated in an opulent chamber deep within the Spacing Guild stronghold on Tupile, is surrounded by towering machinery humming with arcane computations. Streams of blue spice gas billow from vents as the Navigator breathes deeply, their body subtly distorting in the dim, pulsating light. A vast star chart flickers before them, mapping paths unseen by mortal minds. The chart is marked, "HERE BE BUZZ"
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