[b]Kassad Ordo, aka Havok[/b]
Kassad Ordo, or better known as Havok to anyone who came into contact with him, suited up in his room, pulling on his not so standard commando armor. The armor was bulky especially on his towering frame, it added an extra six inches to him and an extra three hundred pounds, almost literally making him a walking tank. the armor, some of the best made for republic officers, was given a bountiful amount of upgrades to minimize dexterity loss. He pulled the gloves, pauldrons, boots and chestplate onto his body, hiking up the armored pants and pulling his trusty rifle, survival pistol, combat knife, and vibrosword onto him. He looked every bit the prverbial tank his clientele wished for...or his Captain at this point, with one last weapons check, and systems check he walks out of his room and onto the bridge. "Aye, captain." He says through his comm, "We should get what we can and fast." He says He didn't like these parts, too many corvettes like this one were also brimming with pirates and weaponry....nomrally enough of either to either swarm or obliterate a ship this size.
[b]Xavier Dimitriaski[/b]
The Miraluka was still groggy from the battle, he was used to vigorous combat, got by the force were those sith powerful, the remaining masters were no doubt right, some form of sith alchemy must have been used on them to bolster their strength and power. He looked around, the shimmering forms of many jedi around him, but to all of their dismay the grandmaster and so many others were captured in the battle. Xavier felt it was his fault, despite not having any need to if he had only looked up to see the dark vortex that was the "harbinger" of these sith he could've stopped this. He, like all miraluka, can see force energies, the energy surrounding a jedi or sith was powerful, extremely so. Either as bright as the sun or as dark as the midnight sky. He remembered the first time he looked upon the temple now, and remembered the glow from so many jedi, some of them now dead, or injured due to these Sith...and it was his fault. He was their combat instructor, one of the best despite his younger age, and even he had been pushed back by the sith attack. He waited patiently for Master Chuun to finish his speech, he then rose to his feet, standing proud and ready "Master Chuun I shall go as well." He says his voice firm his hands on his lightsaber hilts, he wanted these Sith to pay for their crimes, and learning about this device was the first step. He stood waiting for the master's reply.

[b]Nihlus Dragamoor[/b]
Nihlus was one of the many who had gone to the jedi temple to torment those weak pacifists, he had a smile on underneath his deathly skeletal mask, he was also one of the few...if maybe even the only true sith in this empire. He didn't mind, his past prejudices were laid aside, afterall apparently it was a human four hundred years ago that gave birth to the greatest empire this system ever knew. He looked to the others, they either stared or turned their heads, he however always stood proud, his deep crimson skin a mark of pride, his almost glowing yellow eyes and his regal demeanor all due t his superior upbringing, some of these sith around him would easily have been slaveborn...some not even worthy to be called sith, and this darth he sneered inside his helmet at the thought of the man, how he wished to show the man the true power of one who would have held the title if not for two upstarts. His sneer turned to a scowl he should not remember those two, they are but distant memories of his long forgotten past, of a forgotten cold war that easily spiraled out of control of the two governments at it's helm. He was woozy from the alchemy, and when they finally touched down on Naboo he was unsteay but walked with pride towards the sith and soldiers waiting for their triumphant return.