There's an armoured figure on the news. His armour is passably similar to those of the soldiers they saw, in that it resembles an exoskeleton more than anything, but it's more ornate, more stylised and more complex, with black and gold, and a great black visor. There are claws on his hands, and a red cloak that may have once been quite extravagant, and is now rather tattered.

"Citizens of Transimir Station, I am Lord Enzu Koren. As of now, this station is under Sith rule, with a quarantine enforced until six fugitives loose upon your station are found. A curfew has been put in place, and any ships attempting to enter or leave the station, or land on the planet, will be considered hostile. I trust that you will give our soldiers your full cooperation."

He taps his fingers, gently.

"Citizens loyal to the Sith will be spared from any harm. It is only those who attempt to disrupt our rule that will be punished. Thus, be warned. Our soldiers are amongst you, as are our more subtle operatives. Traitors cannot hide."