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    An imperial officer lounges on a modern couch, his uniform slightly disheveled, boots resting on a coffee table covered in popcorn crumbs. A massive flat- screen TV glows in front of him, illuminating his stern but engrossed expression. A bowl of popcorn sits on his lap, and an empty soda can leans precariously on the armrest. Beside him, another officer, still in full uniform and sitting rigidly upright, holds a single kernel between his gloved fingers, analyzing it with military precision. In the background, a third officer in a high- ranking cap stands near the doorway, arms crossed, silently judging the scene. <lora:IMPOFF_FLUX>

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