Become the Crisis
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"]