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A scout trooper clings to the side of a massive rocky cliff, gripping onto a narrow ledge with gloved fingers. His boots scramble for a foothold as loose pebbles tumble down past him. The vast landscape stretches out far below, with rolling hills and winding rivers barely visible in the haze. His helmet reflects the sheer drop beneath him, and a single climbing rope dangles uselessly, just out of reach.<lora:SCOUTTROOPER_FLUX>