Mercenary General Kir Vizsla, Contracted Imperial Mercenary
Location: Forest, Frontlines, Kuat
Enemies: Aeneis Valdemar
The solar-ionization gun held aloft in gloved hands held a steady weight to it. The weapon wasn't of any poor metals or lack manufacturing skill, quite the opposite in reality. Griffin War Solutions was the manufacturer of this knock-off of a weapon, who's idea came from the infamous Golden Company. They were a group which the mercenary highly respected. Which was why he had wanted to get his hands on some of their own technology. Alas, he had to go to a third-party for such things. That wasn't a disappointment though, far from it. With funds allocated from working with the Core Imperial Confederation and his own contract to work for said imperial party, Kir had certain...benefits bestowed upon his black-and-golden helm.
One such being having an allocated amount of resources at his disposal from the weapon-manufacturer of Griffin War Solutions. He needed such resources, he had no reason to waste hard-earned credits on repairing his equipment after all. He left such things to the poorer man and the more well-endowed one.
Rays of sunlight streamed through the cluttered over hangings of leaves and branches above, falling onto the forest floor which his armored boots treaded upon. He had a job to do, and a simple one at that. Kill these tree-lovers, burn them out, root and stem. He had no qualms with killing those people whom he was ordered to, they were a job. All they were to Kir, was a pile of credits. He wasn't a terrible man, he was a business man. And his business just happened to be in the art of head-hunting, killing, mercenary work, work that people had others do to not dirty their calloused hands.
Vizsla's grey eyes examined the trees around him, catching onto every little movement and sway of the leaves and foliage for only the briefest of seconds before moving to the next. The red, T-visor slowly moved across the expanse of green, cutting through the lush of the forest with a piercing gaze as that of a seasoned hunter. The sensors built into the armor that Kir wore lit up suddenly. It wasn't a quadruped, such animals were loud and easily gave away their positions. Even the quietest of them gave away tell-tale signs. And it wasn't a snake of some sort, the ankle sensors did not light up. Only the helm sensors and the ones in the back.
Kir turned on a whim, leveling his rifle in front of his body. The rifle had been heating up as he had made his way through the forest, able to fire at a moment's notice. He knew the risks of it overheating, though he had utilized the Solaris Gun a number of previous times and knew his way around such a weapon.
As soon as three figures stepped from the forest, the Mandalorian's finger pressed inwards against the smooth metal of the trigger. Immediately a bright beam of orange light shot outwards, the beam pierced through the form of the first target, burning through what little armor the enemy combatant had. The beam then moved first left, then right, burning holes through the two remaining enemies.