"We'll stay the course, Xeth," says Gundark as he turns to her for guidance. She nods to Marcus and then turns her gaze upon Kuylen.
"We're not laying down our weapons, Kuylen," Kellan answers coolly. "So don't bother trying to check Demnos' will. I doubt you're mentioned in it."
Kuylen raises en eyebrow.
"I am sure you do not want it to end this way, Master Gundark..." he says. "And you will not stop me making it to Demnos."
The Elder whispers something to Gundark.
Wraith grins, removing his helmet, his scarred, tan skin showing and his black eyes staring maliciously. It should be the first time the Jedi have seen my face... Wraith thinks, remembering that he had been wearing his blast helmet during his chase on Xeth and his confrontation with Kosta. 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..."