Cinematic sci-fi comedy, scorching twin-sun brightness, humorous tone. Starts wide shot of an endless dune sea, zooming in on two Imperial Officers—a sweating, heavyset male with a thick mustache and a pale, lanky male with red hair—both wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat, staggering through the sand. The heavyset Officer stops, wiping his forehead with a gloved hand, leaving a smear of sweat on his brow. The lanky Officer is looking at a datapad that is smoking slightly in the heat. The heavyset Officer says, his voice raspy and dry, the exact words "I fail to see the strategic value of patrolling this dune. We have seen nothing but sand and the skeleton of something large." The lanky Officer taps the hot screen of his device. He replies, the exact words "According to the handbook, we are projecting power. Though I question why standard issue gear includes a heavy wool tunic for a binary star system." The heavyset Officer straightens his hat, which is sliding off. He states, the exact words "The Empire prioritizes aesthetic uniformity over thermal survival. Button your collar, Lieutenant. We must not look casual while dying of heatstroke."