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Photoreal, grey palette, cinematic staging. A Death Trooper stands beside a stern Imperial officer in a beige trench coat, amidst a crumbling stone courtyard. The trooper’s armor is dark, angular, textured with grime and rain. His visor reflects rough masonry and cloudy sky. Rifle gripped low, feet braced wide. The officer gazes forward impassively; the trooper echoes her stance like a shadow. Everything in frame speaks of the Empire’s rot—decay wrapped in deadly precision.