Sittlingen takes a deep breath before he continues.
"Over-confident - ja."
He taps his fingers on his desk.
"The defense gunners ignored you at first - ja."
The tapping continues.
"Your maneuvers influenced the outcome of the battle - unlikely."
The tapping sound suddenly silences as he claws his fingertips into the desk.
"You got my, I mean _your_ , Wraith destroyed, Feldwebel. That is unacceptable. A Wraith should not fall victim to capital defense fire - never."
He raises his hand up from the desk and clenches it to a fist.
"Since you are so eager to damage government-issed equipment, I figured it would be a nice change of pace if your next *special assignment* deals with _maintaining_ government-issued equipment, ja?"
He wrinkles his nose, taking the fist down in the process, and looks back at the Feldwebel. Without waiting for an answer he adds:
"Report to Leutnant Streicher at the hangar and tell him you have been assigned for toothbrush duty. Dismissed."