Wow, this sounds fun. I guess I'll give it a go.
From the perspective of Villaras, Sith Warrior:
Vette: My gal-pal. She's been through a lot in her young life, and she's still so feisty, so unbroken. Someone with an indomitable spirit like that earns my respect and trust. She has never been, nor will ever be my slave. She's my little sister. I need people like her to keep me company, considering the power plays and ruthlessness in the Sith Empire.
Malavai Quinn: My husband. I've always admired his dedication and prowess, his undying loyalty to the Empire, and his wish for people to love the Empire the way he does. Tactics and strategies come easily to me in the moment, but he always endeavors to be one step ahead of the curb. And he usually always is. It's difficult to rationalize what happened between us, but I try to see it in his eyes: he was indebted to Baras for 10 years, and he had only just met me. We had only just started getting closer, but his original loyalties came first. I would not be surprised if my former master sowed seeds of doubt in Quinn's mind. I forgave him, wholeheartedly, and we have since married, but things are not quite the same. Perhaps this will change in the future, for both our sakes.
Jaesa Willsaam: My baby. She has truly seen what it's like to walk in my shoes, to walk the light path, while wearing the facade of a Dark Lord. I'm able to tell her exactly how I feel about everything, tapping the passion I feel for a lighter, more welcoming and benevolent Empire. I have seen her broken - she has not walked the path as long as I have, and she is coming to terms with how difficult it actually is. Sith like me die every day, for compassion and mercy is seen as weakness, and perhaps, yes, it is my weakness, but I have not met an enemy I could not defeat. Jaesa understands, and as I impart my own wisdom, she grows in strength.
Lieutenant Pierce: The brute. I respect his desire to get things done, but I would really like to throw a book at his head and tell him to read. The man does not think; he acts. Had I not been compelled to take him on board, he would not have left Taris. He was ready to take me on a suicide mission to defeat General Faraire and the Siantide droids, and he had the gall to mock Quinn for staying at the base and coordinating attacks. Apparently, a tactician is not a real soldier? Besides, I am stronger than he is, and I do not need him, but he sticks around. Anything to get off that rakghoul-infested rock I found him on, I suppose.
Broonmark: The monster. He's cute, the Talz are kinda cute. His desire to be awash in rivers of blood stems from a broken spirit. His desire to kill is mindless, senseless, and overall disturbing. I haven't had need for him, since I am stronger and more disciplined. Imagine that, a Sith, more disciplined than a bloodthirsty monster! That's some news I don't need getting out, besides the whole Jaesa thing.