(Xavier, I suggest you edit that so the mercenaries came in first, because the first person to enter would get cut in half by the plasma-beam wolf set, I used a shield disrupter so I didn't set it off, but I doubt your "dumb hunks of muscle" could afford one, and no EMP grenades were thrown in case of such things)
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Face to face with Wolf, he realized that he had let his anger take over him, a big no-no in this business. With a deep breath, he slowly let it seep out of him. This time had been a rare exception. Normally, he maintained good control over such things, but this really had made him angry. Besides a contact, he had been a good friend. But what was done was done.
The man was asking questions in a mocking, sarcastic tone. He wasn't even paying attention. He only really listened to the last part, " hate to use that method of killing...but...well, it was what my contractor requested." Not really that interesting.
Salu pushed the grenade launcher a little closer to his belly. Long ago he had learned that a weapon spoke louder than words. Behind him came a high pitched whistle followed by a scream... the sound of a Plasma drill.
Plasma Drill! That thought rang a bell, he had seen one latched onto the inside of the door after he had entered; though his equipment had kept him from activating it.
Spinning around and whipping out his blaster, he saw a man getting chopped in half by it. A pair of quick blaster shots followed him, shutting the drill down, and then two more came in. The second to enter was Xavier.
What he felt when he realized that wasn't purely anger at the fact he was doublecrossed? There was also some amusement in there in the fact someone was dumb enough to do it. But Xavier... he had thought him smarter than that. It would be a shame to have to kill him.
The remaining mercenary covered the door while Xavier calmly walked down the hall, obviously feeling he was in control of the situation. Setting himself a few meters away from the two, pistol at the second hunter, he said, "Now, can we talk?"
Of course, the answer was no, but he didn't say it. Nobody doublecrosses a Fett and survives. He looked at Xavier, giving him a look of death behind his T-visor, and then nodded at Wolf. Xavier was still standing there in his silver armor, looking impatient.
Fingering his Concussion Grenade Launchers trigger, he aimed it at the floor roughly between the three men and pulled the trigger.
The grenade hit the floor right between the Bounty Hunters, taking the other two by suprise. With a massive explosion, all three were hurled away from the blast, though Salu, who had known it was coming and braced himself, was the only one still on his feet. Xavier had been thrown across the room and into an ottoman and was lying on the floor. The third man had been hurled into the wall and made a fair dent in it. Whipping out his DL-44, he sent a pair of Stun blasts into the mercenary down the hall, causing the man to fall over, twitching from muscle spasms.
A cable shot out from each wrist, latching on to his opponent’s weapons and reeling them back to him. Deconecting them from the tow lines, he separated them from their power packs and threw them to opposite corners of the room.
The whole scene took less than 2 seconds. A moment after that, both were on their feet again, shaking angry fists at him. While the man he had come to visit was neutralized as a threat, the silver armored Mandalorian had his armor on, and therefore he was still a thread. Pointing the Grenade launcher on Xavier, he said, "Now Xavier, be rational. I could send you to hell with the pull of a trigger. Take off your armor around your arms."
This was the place where most of the hidden weaponry was, at least on his armor. Apparently Xavier knew this too, but any rational being would be crazy not to recognize Salu had the upperhand here, and after a moments hesitation he removed them.
"Now, gentlemen," he said, "We are going to have a little talk. And you," he said, looking at the black armored man, "It would be nice to have a name."
(I thought about this for a moment and decided it was a perfectly feasible idea, but if you think I was being unfair I'd be happy to change it.)
Just doin my job.