Cinematic sci-fi drama, stark and clinical white lighting, tense atmosphere of suspicion. Starts close up on a polished black table surface, reflecting the faces of two Imperial officers. On the left is Officer A, a young Asian man with slicked-back black hair and a nervous twitch in his jaw, wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat. Standing opposite him is Officer B, a middle-aged woman with pale skin and severe, dark red hair, also wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat. They are the only occupants of the soundproof briefing room. Officer A slides a datapad across the table. He speaks in a hush, the exact words 'ISB has flagged the logs. Someone in this sector is leaking supply routes to the Alliance.' Officer B does not look at the datapad; she stares straight at Officer A with cold detachment. Officer B replies, the exact words 'Incompetence often mimics treason, Lieutenant. But the ISB rarely makes the distinction.' Officer A leans in, his voice cracking slightly. Officer A asks, the exact words 'I need to know. If they audit my command codes... will they find your signature?' Officer B straightens her hat slowly. She states, the exact words 'Loyalty is not about what you did, Lieutenant. It is about who you can blame before the airlock cycles.' A slow zoom out as Officer A realizes the implication, isolated in the bright white room. High contrast shadows, chromatic aberration, photorealistic 8k texture, Unreal Engine 5 render.