I think these are the last new chars.

Jheran Rambarath grinned as Sorenn Uthemi maneuvered his ship into position for a head-to-head run against his fellow Bloodflame, Cirille. Tephro Charne stood beside Jheran, shaking his head slowly.
"It won't work, Sorenn. He won't flinch."
"He'll flinch," Jheran assured his second in command. Jheran's tall frame was relaxed against the wall, as he watched the holo display.
Sorenn and Cirille were the two best pilots in the mercenary band known as the Bloodflames. The Bloodflames were actually foot warriors, not fighter pilots, but Jheran encouraged his fighters to keep their individual skills honed. Thus, this simulator run.
Sorenn throttled up, sending his fighter directly at Cirille, shields strong. Tephro shook his head again.
"He won't fall for it."
"He will," Jheran said again. Energy beams lanced between the closing fighters, splashing against and dropping their shields. Cirille couldn't hear what Jheran and Tephro were saying, but Sorenn could.
"He won't fall for it," Tephro insisted. Jheran grinned again.
"He'll fall for it. He always does."
Sure enough, Cirille twisted his ship away seconds before collision, and Sorenn dropped neatly in behind his opponent, blasting away merrily. Cirille's shields dropped rapidly, and then his fighter exploded in a cloud of illusory flame.
Tephro sat back, shaking his head in disbelief. "I wouldn't have fallen for it."
"That's because you're completely fearless," Cirille said, climbing out of the simulator. "Everyone knows that."
"Jher, there's a message from the General," Tama stuck her head around the corner. "Hey, Sorenn, Cirille. Who won?"
"I did," Sorenn said, following Cirille's example and leaving his simulator. His tone was only slightly smug. "Cirille flinched."
"You were counting on it," Cirille accused. Sorenn grinned.
"Sure I was. If you hadn't flinched, I would've had to, and I'd've lost."
"Everyone loses a fight at least once," Jheran said. "It wasn't your day, Cirille. It happens."
"I don't understand how your shields were so high when you started that last run," Cirille told Sorenn. Sorenn shrugged.
"I rerouted power from my engines and weapons to my shields. Then, once you flinched, I drained my shields and started firing. It only works with energy weapons, though."
"I'll leave you pair to figure it out," Jheran said. He pushed himself away from the wall. Tephro rose and followed the Bloodflame leader from the room.
The message from the General was waiting. Jheran came in quickly.
"Rambarath. What's the message, Tama?"
The communications "officer" shrugged. "Short and cryptic." She hit a button. General Irinn's voice spoke hurridly.
"Rambarath, Hariam. Now."
Jheran stared at nothing as he heard the message he'd been both dreading and anticipating. Tephro glanced at his commander and best friend.
"Shall I tell them?"
"Yeah, you'd better. You know what this means, right?"
"Yeah."

Ah, I don't think I ever describe Jheran or Tephro, mostly because I have their profiles around somewhere. I'll post Teph's sometime. Here's Jheran's if you're interested.