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Kleya Marki stands in a pristine, white Imperial medical corridor, walls slick and glassy beneath sterile ceiling panels. She wears a fitted pale yellow med-tech uniform — short-sleeved with ochre edging, silver insignia tag on the left breast, and a pale grey turtleneck base layer at her throat. Her dark hair is center-parted and slicked tightly into a medical-standard bun. In her right hand, partly hidden behind her thigh, she grips a compact chrome-plated laser pistol — unregistered and silent. Her expression is composed, but her eyes scan sharply down the hall, calculating exits. A hint of tension pulls at the corners of her mouth. Fluorescent lighting casts cold reflections across the polished floor and onto the glossy signage along the walls. Beyond the narrow duraglass windows, Coruscant's endless skyline looms in grey steel and blue haze. This isn’t a nurse. This is a rebel infiltrator, poised between mercy and mission. Photorealism. Star Wars Imperial medical wing. Framing: full-body, centered. Clean lighting. Shallow depth with corridor vanishing point.