Breakneck
Legendary
"They don't make Dark Age tech like this anymore. Lucky for you I kept all mine." —The Drifter
Item stats
  • 10
    Attack (Kinetic)
  • 34
    Magazine
Primary
Impact
29
Range
68
Stability
50
Handling
43
Reload Speed
51
Rounds Per Minute
450
Hidden
Aim assistance
44
Recoil Direction
80
Zoom
16
Inventory Size
45
Weapon Perks
Precision Frame

This weapon's recoil pattern is more predictably vertical.

Polygonal Rifling

Barrel optimized for recoil reduction.
• Increases stability

Extended Mag

This weapon has a greatly increased magazine size, but reloads much slower.
• Greatly increases magazine size
• Greatly decreases reload speed

Rampage

Kills with this weapon temporarily grant increased damage. Stacks 3x.

Onslaught

This weapon's rate of fire increases as you stack Rampage.

Tracker Disabled

No tracker is displayed on this weapon.

Kill Tracker

This weapon tracks the number of enemies you defeated with it.

Crucible Tracker

This weapon tracks the number of Crucible opponents you defeated with it.

Weapon Mods
Default Shader

Restores your gear to its default colors.

Empty Mod Socket

No mod currently selected.

Masterwork

Maximized stats. Generates Orbs on multikills. Fitted with a kill tracker.

Lore
Y'know, said Cenric, a thick-necked Risen with a bulging vein in his forehead, "I've always thought you were a sneak. But after five drinks on your dime, I'm feeling pretty fond of you, Drifter." Everyone laughed. Drifter smiled, feet kicked up on the bar. The rifle holstered on his back was heavy with promise. "You're a real smooth talker," he said. "I wonder… You whisper those same sweet nothings to your pal Lord Rience?" The bar fell quiet. The vein in Cenric's forehead began to twitch. "Listen, no one's rockin' the boat here," Jaak spoke up. "We shut Rience out, just like you said." "Funny. I seen you in that valley, too. And Otto, and Ayrin, and Thalia…" He looked at them each in turn. "Guess my eyes are playing tricks on me." Cenric pushed his stool back. "You have something to say, say it plain." "Well, Cen—my eyes might be shot, but this…" He tapped the side of his nose. "Just fine. And I smell a rat." He sniffed. "A whole mess of 'em, actually." Cenric stood up. That vein of his looked about ready to pop. Drifter let his feet down as he reached for his rifle, asp-quick. "And you know what we do with rats, don't you, brother."