Cinematic sci-fi drama, overcast natural lighting with heavy gray rain, gritty and desolate tone. Starts with a wide shot of a mud-churned ridge on a remote, storm-swept alien planet. Strange, jagged rock formations rise in the background. Standing on the edge of a cliff are two Imperial officers, looking out over a burning valley. On the left is a man with bright red hair and a fresh, terrified face, wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat. Beside him stands a battle-hardened older woman with dark skin and graying hair tied back severely, also wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat. They are the only figures visible against the vast, gray landscape. Rain drips from the brim of Officer A’s hat as he shivers visibly. Male speaks, his voice barely rising above the wind, the exact words 'Command said the pacification was complete. They said the locals were primitive.' Woman does not blink as she watches a distant explosion light up the fog. She says the exact words 'They are primitive, Lieutenant. That is why they are winning. They do not care about supply lines or protocols. They only care that we are standing on their dirt.' Male turns to her, eyes wide. He asks, the exact words 'The shuttle... it is three hours late. Are they coming for us?' Woman slowly turns to face him, the rain streaking her face. She states, the exact words 'Look at the sky, boy. The Empire does not retreat. And it certainly does not rescue.' A slow zoom out as the two small figures are swallowed by the scale of the hostile alien horizon. Desaturated color palette, atmospheric fog, rain particle effects, photorealistic 8k texture, Unreal Engine 5 render.