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Lieutenant Colonel Mauro Wynter sat in the cockpit of his X-wing fighter and absently drummed his fingers on a display screen. Suddenly a voice shouted over the comm. "Incoming fighters at six o’ clock!” The voice shouted. Wynter flicked on his comm “Are they friend or foe?” He asked. “They don’t belong to the Brotherhood.” Said Knight Zeline Nemesis. Pew pew. One of the unknown fighters opened fire with its laser cannons. “I guess that answers our question. There’s too many of them to take on head to head. Get into a defensive wedge formation. I’ll take point.” Wynter ordered moving his X wing to the center of the wedge. Pew pew pew...pew pew. Came more enemy laser cannon fire. “Hold the formation. The enemy is spread thin. We’ll try to break through their center and attack the rest from behind.” Wynter said. “Roger!” The members of Tython Squadron responded. Boom...boom boom! The green explosions went off all around them and yet the squadron remained untouched. “On my my order fire all your concussion missiles at the enemy fighters’ center ships!” Wynter ordered.
“Steady...steady....NOW!” He shouted over the comm as dozens of tiny red missiles sped toward the enemy fighters. “ All ships continue on course!” Wynter said which garnered more than a few surprised murmurs. Usually after a bombardment like what they just did would be followed by the squadron splitting off and surprise attacking the stunned enemy from the flanks. However this would not work against such a large number of fighters. BBBBBBBOOM! The sound of dozens of missiles hitting their targets went off. “Now all ships fire at will!” Wynter ordered as wave after wave was shot at the explosions. When the dust cleared in front of Tython Squadron was the wreckage of about 20 fighters. Behind the debris was a huge hole in the enemy’s position. Pew pew pew. “Sir friendly fighters incoming at twelve o’ clock.” A voice came over the comm. “Tython Squadron this is Seer Constantine of Battle Team Nighthawk from Clan Arcona. We’ll dispatch the rest of this bunch while you regroup.” An unfamiliar voice came over the comm channel. “Copy Nighthawk we’ll leave it to you.” Wynter said. Nighthawk mopped up the remaining enemy fighters and met up with the members of Tython Squadron. “That was a good fight you guys put up out there. You didn’t even suffer a single casualty.” Said Constantine to Wynter. “Thanks we really appreciated the help.” Wynter said. And with that the Battle was over.

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So it’s a new cycle. Last year I made great progress in my journey to become a Knight. However I wasn’t powerful enough to get past Acolyte before the end of 35 ABY. Also I moved to a new Clan. My first resolution of the new cycle is to gain allies and build a strong power base in my new Clan. I feel this will aid me in my goal to become a Knight and my career afterwards. I regret that I was not able to participate in the last Great Jedi War. I missed a huge opportunity at glory and notoriety. I will Acolyte Joe Durham swear to Force that I will never allow such a mistake to happen again. This cycle I am determined to be active in all Brotherhood activities. In order to do this I have decided to join the Inquisitorious and become an Inquisitor. In order to satisfy my hunger for knowledge and power I have decided to become a professor in the Shadow Academy the first chance I get. I am going to be very busy this cycle. However I’m sure it will pay off. Eventually I will be the Consul of Clan Taldryan. Then it’s only a matter of time before I reach my goal of ruling the entire Brotherhood forever. However before I accomplish any of this I must first go step by step. By the start of the new cycle I expect to be promoted to Hunter. Then I’ll be just one rank away from being a Knight. It’s weird, recently I’ve been feeling like the Force has been trying to tell me something. Like there’s more it can offer. I know I’m no Master but thought I had basically learned pretty much everything about the Force. I guess I was wrong. Therefore, this cycle I intend to grow my understanding, knowledge, and affinity with the Force. I have a feeling there’s so much more I’m capable of. This cycle I’d also like to earns Dark Sage degree from the Shadow Academy. I also might dabble in Force Alchemy somewhat this cycle. You know, to keep Clan Tarentum’s spirit alive. Having huge armies of undead warriors and terrifying monstrosities is a good way to reach the top. Last cycle all I could think about was power. I am going to use this new cycle to achieve it. I may not be the Consul of Clan Taldryan by the end of this cycle, but I will have gained a significant amount of power.
One day I will rule not just the Brotherhood but the entire Galaxy.
—Acolyte Joe Durham

I tried to go by the guide lines. Hope you enjoy!

Precourser: https://www.darkjedibrotherhood.com/acc/acc_battles/1124

The Justicar, a Dark Lord of the Sith, one of the oldest who still remain in the brotherhood. His stature, even at his age, was as impressive and as powerful as his history Atticus had read about. He turned his eyes to Marick Tyris, the Voice of the Brotherhood, and the prosecutor of Atticus’ trial. There was no jury, there was no audience or defendant; just Areticus, the Voice, and the man who will decide his fate.

“Court is now in session,” the Justicar proclaimed, “Areticus Horatio Aldebrant Altainatus, Esquire…”

Areticus rolled his eyes at his full name being announced as the Justicar continued, “You have been charged with defiance against clan Plagueis, the Inquisitorius, and the Dark Council. How do you plead?”

“Not guilty,” Atticus said with what strength he could. His body was badly damaged, but recovering. His left arm and right leg were in casts, with a head bandage and eye patch on his head, and he was wheeled in by a droid operated wheelchair.

“And why is that?” The Justicar asked in response.

“My actions on Hoth were done for the benefit of the Brotherhood. My discoveries would have given us assets that would make our economic structure and military production bountiful. Although I am guilty of utilizing Plagueis funds to cover the initial costs, the gain from the expedition would have made those expenses marginal.”
“If I may, your honor,” the Voice asks stepping forward, “I do believe Areticus’ behaviors are with the best intentions for the brotherhood and his clan.” Areticus raised an eyebrow at the Voice’s remark. “However,” he continued, “The charges are from his defiance from questioning by a Grand Inquisitor, the and violent resistance upon a Dark Council member.”

“Yes, because I’m sure you took quite the beating,” Areticus scoffed sarcastically.

“That’s enough,” the Justicar said with a booming voice, causing the other two to fall silent. “Areticus. The details of your primary charges are in regards to your conflict with the Voice. Your intentions do not exclude you from your secondary charges of utilizing clan funds without the approval of your Quaestor. Nor do your intentions make your violence against the Voice an excuse.”

Atticus took a pause for a moment, “Why not?”

“Excuse me?”

“Why is it that I must be put on trial for fighting the Voice?”

There is an air of silence, with the Elder and Grand Master looking at him as if he were an idiot.

“My lord, I see before me a Dark Lord of the Sith. As you know by my background, I too aspire to follow the ways of the Sith. It is with that, when a Sith has shown weakness, they are deserving of death.”

“Do you feel as though the penalty of your crimes should be death?” The justicar says.

“I believe that my fate was decided by the Voice the moment I decided to fight one who was stronger than I.”

The Justicar turns to the Voice, “Very well… Marick, what punishment would you decide for Areticus here?”

Marick raised a brow and looked to Areticus, “I suppose, my lord. A slap on the wrist. He looks to be punished enough. His expedition lies in ruins as well as his body.”

Areticus breathed a sigh of relief at seeing the Justicar shrug and exit the room. He looked to Marick with the best nod he could manage from his position. He felt both relief and disdain for the decision Marick made, for Areticus would have not been as merciful.