Star Wars Scoundrels 1

It was indeed another Falleen who stepped out into the sunlight as Villachor reached his proper place at the vehicle's side. But to his quiet relief, it wasn't Xizor. It was merely Qazadi, one of Black Sun's nine vigos. It was only as Villachor dropped to one knee and bowed his head in reverence to his guest that the significance of that thought belatedly struck him. Only one of the nine most powerful beings in Black Sun? Just because the Falleen standing in front of him wasn't Xizor didn't mean the day might not still end in death.
"I greet you, Your Excellency," Villachor said, bowing even lower. If he was in trouble, an extra show of humility probably wouldn't save him, but it might at least buy him a less painful death.-Chpt.1 pg.10

"I said be silent!" he snarled. He swung his blaster to point at her. With a violent shattering of wood and stone, the hallway door blew inward. Qazadi was caught by surprise, his arm jerking with impacting debris as he tried to bring his blaster back on target. Through the cloud of smoke, Bink saw a figure step calmly into the room. She caught her breath. She'd assumed it would be Chewbacca or Lando who would be risking his life to save them. But it wasn't either of them. It was Eanjer.
His hands were stretched out in front of him as if he were surrendering, his misshapen right hand wrapped in its medseal, his left hand open and empty.  "I bring you an offer, Your Excellency," he called over the muffled clatter of door shards hitting the floor and furniture. "I don't make deals," Qazadi snarled. He got his blaster lined up on the intruder- Green fire erupted from Eanjer's distorted right hand, flashing across the room squarely into the center of Qazadi's face. And with the defiant snarl still in place, the Falleen slumped in his chair. Dead. Bink looked at Eanjer, her eyes dropping to the smoking hole in his medsealed hand. The hand hadn't looked. the way it did because it was mangled, she realized now, or even because it had been replaced by some strange alien prosthetic. It had looked that way because it was a normal, fully functional human hand curled around a hold-out blaster.-Chpt.23 pg.416