Cinematic sci-fi drama, cold cyan lighting from server stacks, tense and claustrophobic atmosphere. Starts with a medium shot inside a narrow, humming data archive corridor. On the left stands an Imperial Navy Officer, a woman with a sharp, electric-violet asymmetrical undercut hairstyle and severe matte black lipstick, wearing IMPOFFF uniform—crisp olive-gray tunic and IMPOFFF uniform hat. Blocking her path on the right is an ISB Officer, a man with a meticulously groomed goatee and calculating, icy eyes, wearing IMPOFFF uniform—white tunic and white trousers. They are the only two figures in the suffocatingly tight space. The Navy Officer clutches a data cylinder tightly behind her back. The ISB Officer steps closer, his white uniform glowing in the low light. He speaks, his voice soft but menacing, the exact words 'Your personal modifications to the dress code are noted, Captain. But I am more interested in the encrypted files you just accessed.' The Navy Officer does not back down, her dark lips curling into a sneer. She replies, the exact words 'The fleet algorithms are outdated. I was merely running a simulation to save efficiency. Or is competence now a crime?' The ISB Officer strokes his goatee slowly. He states, the exact words 'Ambition is a useful tool, Captain. But when it exceeds your clearance level, we call it treason.' He holds out a gloved hand, waiting. The Navy Officer freezes, the blue light reflecting in her eyes. She asks, the exact words 'And if I say the data is corrupted?' The ISB Officer smiles without warmth. He replies, the exact words 'Then you will find the interrogation droid remarkably skilled at data recovery.' A slow zoom in on the Navy Officer's face as the reality of her position sets in. High contrast shadows, volumetric light rays, photorealistic 8k texture, Unreal Engine 5 render.