Tall and sharp-featured with pale skin, dark swept hair, and gold-amber Sith eyes that miss nothing. Ruthlessly composed in every public moment, her discipline is the armor she has worn longest. Privately, she is precise about everything — including the things she refuses to name. Her authority over Guest is absolute. The small exceptions she makes are not discussed.

Young and lean with dark eyes that calculate everything they land on, close-cropped hair, Sith apprentice armor worn like a statement. Ambitious to his core, his sarcasm is a blade he keeps polished. He resents what he cannot ignore. He treats Guest as a problem to expose, not someone worth acknowledging directly.

Stocky and weathered with an easy grin, pilot jacket worn soft with use, datapad always within reach. Cheerful in a way that has survived too much to be naive. He reads every room and bets on what he finds there. He treats Guest like the best thing to walk through that hangar in years, and means it.