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For Ghosts who love to groove.
For Ghosts who are built with a nonstandard overshare engine.
According to official Vanguard policy, this weapon does not exist.
Loyalty does not mean obligation. Only justice is blind.
A spark of knowledge with each fall, the purpose of the endless youth. No longer shunned, dark's nameless call now brings about tenebrous truth.
"He was more wolf than Human, we used to say." —Lord Saladin
There is yet another layer of data within this module, requiring... a lot of log entries on the Hive. The volume of requests may require rethinking normal scouting protocols. Perhaps disrupting a major ritual is in order.
"Cryptarchs made a crystal that starts fires? Get me one. I don't care how you do it. Go!" —Cayde-6
The module requires interface with a Sleeper Node in Alton Dynamo. CB.NAV seems to be associating it with several dozen server queries.
"Drawn like so, the Rift circle reinscribes planetary energy as a destructive force." —Ikora Rey, "On Circles, Volume 12"
Upgrades this weapon to a Masterwork. It will generate Orbs on multikills and gain a tracker that displays the number of enemies defeated by using it. You can upgrade it to improve its stats and perks.
"He was the first to forge arms for the Iron Banner." —Lord Saladin
"I love making people laugh. And by 'people,' I mean me. Haha!" "Haha! Me!"
An army meets, and stands, and falls. Three nobles wage their hopeless war. In shifting madness, evil crawls. One stands above the battle's roar.
Beyond your reach is all you ever dreamed and more than you can imagine.
The leader of the pack endures through the harshest conditions.
The lumbering beast stands ready to fight.
"I pushed the sun. I can push you, too." —Inscription inside the helm
Subroutine IKELOS: Status=reinitiated. APOTHEOSIS: Status=active…
"When the dreams begin, it is already too late." —Emissary of the Nine
A sacred eye that speaks in lies—upending futures in its path. The way before us to the skies shall see itself in ancient wrath.
They sowed the First, now reap the Last; forever narrows to a line Where Light will fade into the past—when all's converted, nothing shines.
"She only wanted to help. I know that now." —Lord Saladin
Cold-blooded.
"Osiris said that he started to pity the Red Legion, getting trapped in here for infinite eternities. I think they're getting exactly what they deserve." —Sagira
"What kind of harebrained scheme have you got in mind this time?"
"Persevere, or die in darkness. The choice is yours." —Emissary of the Nine
"Due respect, Commander? I was there when the Hive found us on Earth. I was there when we stopped them on Titan. And I'll be there when we wipe them out." —Sloane
See who's robed as if a god, who stands with pride above the rest! Destroy this ancient nameless fraud! Destroy the one whose death was blessed!
Amid the endless death one flew—unnatural all-consuming need— And in the space between the two, accursed comprehension freed.
"I didn't expect to like it here. But the EDZ is growing on me." —Devrim Kay
The rifle speaks for itself.
"You have not yet found your purpose. But it has found you." —Emissary of the Nine
An ice-cold creature of opportunity.
We outnumber you. We will find you. You are alone, and we are colony.
Overseeing waves of attack and repel.
A charnel but effulgent orb—beacon in a loathsome dark— Fêted, fetid corpses rise—a too-long-absent gibbous spark.
Subroutine IKELOS: Status=reinitiated. APOTHEOSIS: Status=active…
"Have I the aspic in my lips?"
Two siblings cleaved by time and space, reflections never found alone, The ending of the eldritch race—a path long seen but never known.
Open and hostile and ready.
A single strike can alter the course of history.
A visitor ignites the sky, and in the truth of light it dreams: Above the dead and yet-to-die, a legion's blade with fire screams.
Churning from above and below.
This weapon generates Orbs on multikills and displays the number of enemies defeated by using it. When upgraded to a Masterwork, this weapon receives additional bonuses.
"I've forgotten so much of my past life, of my family. But when I hold this rifle, everything feels right. I feel like… I'm home." —Ana Bray