The TIE Interceptor angled towards the oncomming rebel fighters. Taking evasive action the fighter is poised for a flanking manoeuvre. His wingman close and slightly behind.
Suddenly, red laserblasts tear through the solar panels and bulbous cockpit, killing the pilot instantly. His wingman, looking aghast at the spectacle, doesn't notice the pair of A-wings emerging besides the large asteroid.
The admiral turned around. With the screams of the dying pilots still echoing through the speakers he switched of the recording.
"Four years gentlemen. Four years you have some of the Emperor's finest at your disposal. And you failed.
You complain about the design, the fragility of the hull, the lack of training.
But the fact remains other commanders perform more than well with the Interceptor. You have received the best pilots, the latest developed upgrade packages. And still your so-called "Aces" have not succeeded to deliver results.
Compared to other sectors it is clear. While other commanders led their Interceptor squadrons to victory, with minor losser, your "tactics" have led to defeat.
High Command has had enough.
There shall be an exchange of staff and materièl with the neighbouring sector. Two thirds of the Interceptor force shall be sent there. Half shall be replaced here with their TIE Defender surplus. To be manned by the true sons and daughters of the Empire. This will ensure succes here around Manaan.
However, an example must be made to ensure future commanders do not fail again. Therefore the other half of relocated Interceptors shall be replaced by the common TIE/ln Fighter, to be manned by you.
You are hereby collectively demoted to the rank of pilot. Report to your new post at hangar bay 3. Any who fail to comply shall be considered guilty of treason and liable to summary execution.
Dismissed"