Kellan considered the Elder's words. Two wrongs did not make a right. What the Jedi Order owed this race of people outweighed the original goal of her mission. In her mind anyway. And she would not see her companions slaughtered in a fight they could not possibly win. Her sensibilities stepped on the pain in her heart, but in the end, all was crushed.
"Lower your weapons," she ordered. Deferring to Kuylen just about killed her. And she knew he knew it, as she stared him in the eyes.
Xeth nods solemnly, setting down his lightsaber and sonic blaster, then unholstering his pistols and setting those down as well.
"I don't like this. And it's not because the Dark-Side has been massed in front of us...well, maybe it is, but what do we do? Just stand here?" Xeth whispers to Master Gundark.
The impasse resolved, the Dark Siders get about their business. Galder and Chion come fowards, and Galder starts to neatly slice through the vault door.
"So, how have things been fairing for you?" says Wraith to you, Kosta. "Hellish I hope. How's it sitting with you that you did exactly what we wanted?"
Wraith grins, removing his helmet, his scarred, tan skin showing and his black eyes staring maliciously. He keeps the pistol trained on Kosta, leaving his helmet sitting on the ground.
"And what conditions might those be? Me walk out into a town square and surrender? Be riddled by bullets from your men? Stand here and let you cut me down? Come on, I dare you to try..."