Ancient Apocalypse Grips
Legendary Hunter
"Sometimes the difference between survival and eradication is just pure, simple stubbornness." —The Drifter
Item stats
Primary
Mobility
0
Resilience
0
Recovery
0
Armor Perks
Mobile Hunter Armor

Improved mobility.

Mobility Enhancement Mod

Increased Mobility

Plasteel Reinforcement Mod

Increased Resilience.

Armor Mods
Empty Mod Socket

No mod currently selected.

Tier 1 Armor

Base-level armor. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 2 Armor

Slightly improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 3 Armor

Moderately improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 4 Armor

Remarkably improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Masterwork

Maximized resistance.

Tier 1 Armor

Base-level armor. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 2 Armor

Slightly improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 3 Armor

Moderately improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 4 Armor

Remarkably improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Masterwork

Maximized resistance.

Tier 1 Armor

Base-level armor. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 2 Armor

Slightly improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 3 Armor

Moderately improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 4 Armor

Remarkably improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Masterwork

Maximized resistance.

Tier 1 Armor

Base-level armor. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 2 Armor

Slightly improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 3 Armor

Moderately improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Tier 4 Armor

Remarkably improved resistance. Increase the tier to forge a Masterwork item.

Masterwork

Maximized resistance.

Default Shader

Restores your gear to its default colors.

Lore
Emerald Coast. European Deadzone. Drifter waited, covering his eyes from the sun as the Derelict descended on a coastline covered in Cabal wreckage. He keyed a switch on his remote and his ship's Transmat beam dissolved the bank at the center of the battlefield. He couldn't help but chuckle. His Ghost looked at him quizzically. "Sometimes it is just this easy," Drifter said, shrugging. "The Guardians get paid and we collect our goods. No ambushes, pompous aliens—" He heard a dull boom behind him over the howl of the Derelict's engines. The sky darkened. He turned to see that Cabal reinforcements had arrived from a massive capital ship above. Armored soldiers landed with heavy thuds in the sand, their weapons a glistening silver. Drifter's Ghost expanded and its eye went wide. It did this instead of laughing. It couldn't laugh. "Shut up. Shut up, you idiot." Drifter waved his friend away. He eyed the approaching squad of soldiers bristling with armor and weapons. The Mote of Dark was cold to the touch in his hand.