The Galactic Empire, aboard the Reaper Executor-class Super Star Destroyer, bridge.
Imperial Fleet Admiral Oswald Tessik stood before the holographic star map, one hand behind his back while the other flipped through the screen before him.
It displayed a news report that had just been released on the Galactic HoloNet. Its headline read: "A Rising Star of the Empire, Major General Moff Barris Wins Another Glorious Victory."
Marshal Tessik cast a cold glance to the side and saw Major General Moff Barris standing there, clutching his cap to his chest with both hands. He was trembling like a leaf, cold sweat pouring down him like rain, enough to form a small puddle at his feet.
"This report is very well written, Captain Barris," Oswald Tessik said blandly. "But why didn't it include the battle that followed?"
"I... I'm sorry... Lord Marshal... I... I..." Major General—no, Captain—Barris stammered incoherently, with no idea what to say.
"So may I understand it this way? You played around with selfies on the battlefield for a while, then fled before the battle was over?" Marshal Tessik asked.
"No... I... those warships... I..." Captain Barris stuttered.
At that moment, through the warship's viewport, a cold, stiff corpse floated past. Around its neck hung the controller for a camera drone—it was unmistakably the reporter who had filmed Moff Barris's battlefield news footage earlier!
"I gave you fifty Star Destroyers. Fifty." Marshal Tessik's tone grew even colder. "With your rank and seniority, you had no right to receive this opportunity. But I gave it to you anyway. I had high hopes for you, Captain Barris. The Barris family behind you has also contributed greatly to our Empire during this war, so... this should have been a very good beginning."
His cold, dead-fish eyes swept over Moff Barris. "But...