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Neo-noir lighting, photoreal, cyberpunk edge. A Death Trooper stalks through rain-slick streets, matte armor soaked and striated with red neon reflections. His blaster glows faintly at the muzzle, pulse-charged. The dark visor mirrors blurry shapes—Imperial insignia, pipes, static signs. Rain obscures detail, but his stance remains upright, weight distributed in anticipation. In the fog behind him, other troopers loom like ghosts. This is not patrol—it’s occupation.