Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
TUND, OFFICER'S MESS
Shore leave. Oh how he desperately needed it. The Empire appeared to be falling apart at the seams, and Bosch very much so needed a break. Sith squadrons were assailing the supply lines the Republic was using to fuel its incursion, a brawl against the convoys heading to Ossus being exceptionally necessary. Sighing, the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy rolled his eyes, frustrated and very much in need of a good drink.
Maybe his crew was right. Maybe he did need a lady.
@[member="Anaya Fen"]
Shore leave. Oh how he desperately needed it. The Empire appeared to be falling apart at the seams, and Bosch very much so needed a break. Sith squadrons were assailing the supply lines the Republic was using to fuel its incursion, a brawl against the convoys heading to Ossus being exceptionally necessary. Sighing, the Grand Admiral of the Imperial Navy rolled his eyes, frustrated and very much in need of a good drink.
Maybe his crew was right. Maybe he did need a lady.
@[member="Anaya Fen"]