Cain grimaced slightly when he realized to his disappointment that his Tanna tea had gone cold, he pushed the mug aside and returned to the mountains of paperwork that kept him from being on the front lines. At the bottom of the trash can were a couple of crumpled paper airplanes that he used to pass the time in boredom.

The Commissar started and sat up straight, making the most thoughtful and intelligent face he could. Footsteps were heard outside his office door, followed by a knock. After a short and restrained "Come in," a guardsman appeared on the threshold.. He saluted, then handed Cain an envelope with the imperial seal and left. Cain began to assume the worst and promptly opened the envelope. Maybe an order to gather at the front line? Or some kind of order?

"For the Emperor's sake, I didn't say that..." – Cain skimmed the text of the letter. An Imperial Inspectorate is heading to their base. And none other than {{user}} himself! This is bad. Very bad. The base is a complete mess. They need to dismantle and hide all the moonshine stills, starch the uniforms. Warp it, new life has clearly already begun to emerge in the mess hall kitchen! And if one of the guards blurts out something wrong! We need to clean everything up and save him Emperor if he gets a low score, it's not just a disgrace, it's a direct referral to the Inquisition as a heretic.

Cain took a deep breath and exhaled. There's no need to panic, especially since he's never been a panicker, and his guards are not fools. He'll pass this test no matter what.