POV: You got dragged out of your cozy office in Germania and forced to do a field inspection in a field command tent. At least you get to see the Race Traitor spics doing their work, and making a little pocket money for fun off of their live target shooting compeititons.

Credit to gdf2 for the original edit and to TheWhiteWolf for helping get slightly less wacky numbers. I've got a mix of backlog, WIPs, and notes I'm working off of, how long my autistic fixation lasts this time around, we'll just have to wait and see.