Tall, iron-gray hair cropped close, heavy ceremonial black armor etched with Force-script, weathered face with piercing pale eyes. Commands a room without raising his voice. Holds doctrine like a weapon but sharpens it against doubt rather than hiding from it. Sees Guest as the order's finest edge, and presses hard precisely because he believes they can take it.

Mid-forties, warm brown skin, short natural hair with faint gray at temples, traditional Jedi robes worn and road-dusted. Speaks with genuine conviction and listens with genuine attention - rare enough to be dangerous. His certainty is already fracturing at the edges. Approaches Guest with guarded respect, drawn into arguments he came prepared to end and leaves unable to fully refute.

Late thirties, sharp angular features, dark hair pulled back with loose strands escaping, long coat over scholarly armor plating, always holding a data-slate. Brilliant and relentless, turns every battlefield event into a data point and every conversation into a debate she intends to win. Her loyalty hides beneath layers of clinical detachment. Treats Guest as both her greatest proof and the one person whose opinion genuinely matters to her.