Vulpesen rose a brow at the holograms that appeared then turned to Garlan, who's permanent smirk had become a wide fanged smile.
"Bit heavy over there for an auto-rifle. Can you handle it captain?" Despite the question, Vulpesen himself held a somewhat similar, if not more subdued, expression. Reaching into his pocket, Vulpesen pulled out a trio of small capsules which he tossed to the captain.
"C'mon, boss. Set 'em up, and I'll knock 'em down." With a practiced ease, the zorren captain loaded the capsules into the back of the weapon, brought it to his shoulder, flicked the fire mode switch and pointed it down range at the AT-ST. Rather than fire immediately, Garlan reached down, plucked a large powercell from the table in front of him and slammed it directly into the first, loading them together with an affirmative beep from the weapon. The first massive shot, was notably, not a spray of automatic blaster fire, but rather, a single massive bolt which went through the hologram, instantly switching it to indicate a destroyed target. The next was the tanks. The Lycanthrope, like perhaps most machine guns, even those of the heavy variety, was not made for dealing with heavy armor. That didn't mean Garlan wouldn't do his best. Keeping his sights on the viewports, Garlan fired three shots into each of the two tanks until they showed neutralized, easily standing up to the weapon's heavier recoil each time.
"Mean buggers y'all are." he growled halfheartedly to the general as he dropped the two powercells and reloaded with another.
"Lets get started." Flicking the switch again and pulling the trigger, Garlan sent an impressive spray of fire down range at the targets, his dense musculature allowing him to easily control the recoil. About half way through taking out the infantry troops however, Garlan reached forward and flicked the bipod down to rest the weapon on the table. A three tone trill could be heard emitting from the rear of the weapon by Garlan's face. In response, he simply reached up, pushed a button on the top, then grinned at the satisfying hiss of cryo-ban rushing down to cool the barrel. Then, he pulled the trigger.
The first spray of fire had some at an impressive rate. This next spray was terrifying. Leaning heavily into the weapon on the table, Garlan seemed to wrestle it with a manic glee as it unleashed a flood of bolts so dense it seemed to be a single beam of energy, sweeping through the holograms and declaring them deceased with lethal efficiency. It wasn't long before the Lycanthrope emitted another trill, once again silenced at the push of a button and the hissing of coolant. When it was all said and done, Garlan grinned, sat back, and reloaded the weapon before turning to face the assembled higher officers.
"Let the others take her for a spin. She ain't pretty, but boy can she dance."
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