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Imagine an image in the style of a gritty, modernist political thriller: Outside the White House, Emperor Shaddam IV steps onto the rain-slick pavement, his expression unreadable beneath the artificial glow of streetlights. Secret Service agents, their hands twitching near concealed weapons, eye him warily, their earpieces buzzing with confused chatter. Dressed in the high-collared, embroidered finery of the Corrino dynasty, he is a figure of stark contrast amidst the gray suits and somber architecture of Washington, D.C. The great domed Capitol looms faintly in the background, a relic of democracy before the weight of empire—a concept the Emperor finds quaint, if not amusing.