From a field of view encompassing a Tarachnean province, Kordite zooms in to a prefecture, the city, a district and finally, a neighborhood, each step becoming more clear as he looks through less and less atmosphere. The barest twist of the wrist adjusts the gyroscopes slightly to bring the crowd filled square into view just over the rooftops of medium height buildings at the perimeter. Space is said to be cold and a vacuum is indeed quite cold, but it is also an excellent insulator. The heat of Kordite's body and equipment has nowhere to go, no molecules to pick up that energy and carry it away. And the energy of Tarachne's star is absorbed by Kordite's suit makes it even warmer.
Heat is the enemy of a sniper.
Sweat blurs the vision, the heart runs faster and atmospherics waver, all distractions and detriments. To combat this, cooling fluids circulate throughout Kordite's suit, absorb his body heat and lower his metabolism to just above hypothermia. Large fins on the back of the suit, like the great wings of an evil insect, radiate the heat away. But at this extreme magnification, the pulse of Kordite's slowed heart shows appreciable jump at the targeting crosshairs even with the dampening effect of the gyro-stabilizers. Kordite brings up the magnification more and centers on the podium.