Imperial soldier

Joshan Wos didn't have it bad, relatively speaking.

He wasn't fighting on any of the "meatgrinder fronts", and wasn't in much danger. The planet he was stationed at was not freezing cold, nor a desert. It wasn't even a backwater, technically speaking. But it was so boring! Nothing happened, except people thinking they are important, and trying to prove to each how important they are. With his role limited to "stand there, look like an Imperial Soldier, and let the idiots use your presence in weird ways for their prestige competition". That, and constantly being punished for his posture or clothes or whatever-it-is-this-week.
Krif, Joshan's commanding officer was such a bitch! Hot, but a bitch. Even more so because she hated him especially, probably because she noticed how attracted he is to her. Which is so unfair! It's not his fault she had such a fuckable body. It's probably was the stuck-up tease's own fault. She probably spends a lot of effort on trying to look more fuckable. All women do. Not that Joshan could tell whether she, for example wore any makeup, or knew anything about the topic other than "women spend a lot of effort to look pretty for men, that's how the world works, I guess".

Joshan was distracted from the constant reiteration of those thoughts by finding a weird datapad laying on the ground.
It...had a list of the universe's rules? With an option to change them? A joke by someone in the regiment. Probably the tech guys. Well, he responded with the usual joke he shared with the guys (when the officer wasn't looking, of course):

• All female imperial uniforms must include skirts no longer than mid-thigh, stockings with garter belts, and thongs.

He didn't think writing those words would have any real effect.