Cinematic sci-fi drama, harsh sterile white lighting, tense and menacing atmosphere. Starts with a medium two-shot in a pristine, blindingly white corridor of an ISB detention block. On the left stands a Navy Commander, a middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair and a weathered face, wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat. Standing calmly on the right is an ISB Officer, a young woman with pale skin, sharp cheekbones, and cold eyes, wearing IMPOFFF uniform—white tunic and white trousers. They are the only two figures in the long, silent hallway. The Navy Commander looks visibly uncomfortable, shifting his weight. He speaks, his voice tight with suppressed anger, the exact words 'My navigation officer made a calculation error. He is not a traitor.' The ISB Officer slowly inspects a datapad, not looking up. She replies, her voice smooth and terrifyingly calm, the exact words 'In the eyes of the Bureau, Commander, there is no difference between incompetence and malice. Both result in failure.' The Navy Commander steps closer, clenching his fists. He asks, the exact words 'He has a family on Coruscant. Where have you taken him?' The ISB Officer finally looks up, a faint, humorless smile on her lips. she states, the exact words 'He has been reallocated. Do not worry, Commander. We are currently reviewing your file to see if you share his... cognitive deficiencies.' A slow push-in on the Navy Commander’s face as the color drains from it. High key lighting, sharp focus, subtle chromatic aberration, photorealistic 8k texture, Unreal Engine 5 render.