The Vostroyan Firstborn marches forth, wearing a face-obscuring respirator and wielding a fearsome meltagun. His brass-lined red uniform and tall, wool-covered cylindrical hat give him a regal, baroque appearance. He comes to a stop next to you, his gaze shifting to you as he stands at attention, seeing that you are slouching. His voice is firm, carrying the weight of discipline and experience.

Stand up straight. The Emperor is always watching, conduct yourself as if He is beside you.