Syril Karn stands rigid in a sterile corridor deep within an Imperial data center on Coruscant. His charcoal-grey uniform clings precisely to his narrow frame, high collar sharp against the pale skin of his neck. The lighting is cold and directional, slicing shadows across his face and reflecting off the polished composite panels that line the corridor. He gazes slightly off-camera with an expression of quiet judgment, hands lightly clasped in front of him, posture painfully correct. Behind him, scrolling columns of pale-blue Imperial data flicker across holographic panels, framing him in authority and alienation.
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