Truth
Exotic
"…is where you seek it." —Lomar
Item stats
  • 20
    Magazine
Primary
Blast Radius
90
Velocity
42
Stability
62
Handling
65
Reload Speed
39
Rounds Per Minute
40
Hidden
Aim assistance
73
Recoil Direction
60
Zoom
20
Inventory Size
40
Weapon Perks
Prototype Trueseeker

This weapon's rockets have tracking. Lock onto targets when aiming down sights.

Volatile Launch

This weapon is optimized for an especially explosive payload.
• Greatly increases blast radius
• Slightly decreases handling speed
• Slightly decreases projectile speed

High-Velocity Rounds

This weapon's projectiles are particularly light and quick.
• Increases projectile speed
• Increases reload speed

Grenades and Horseshoes

Projectiles will detonate when they are within close proximity of their targets.

Composite Stock

This weapon has a versatile dual-purpose stock.
• Slightly increases stability
• Slightly increases handling speed

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 Cosmetics
Default Ornament

Restores your weapon to its default appearance.

Stolen Goods

Equip this weapon ornament to change the appearance of Truth. Once you get an ornament, it's unlocked for all characters on your account.

Weapon Mods

Lore
Smoke winds away from the battlefield in wavering scarves. Corsairs and Crows move through the wreckage in pairs, searching for their dead. When they find Awoken survivors, they call for help. When they find a Devil or a Wolf, they call for a field medic and prison-grade restraints. A Vandal watches all of this from the wing of a Galliot with his four arms folded around his knees. He knows battle, and so death does not disturb him. He was born of war, made for it, shaped by it. And yet, as he stares out at the charred bodies of his cousins, at the bent bodies of his new allies… "Vel," Sjur says, startling him. He peers down to find her on tiptoes, chin on the edge of the Galliot's wing. She juts her thumb over her shoulder, indicating the battlefield. "Npariimoqilum?" He frowns. "Res kaqilum? Psekisk." She frowns back at him, and though she only has two eyes, her stare is mother-strong. The Vandal sighs and lets go of his knees. "Variisis," he grumbles as he slides off the Galliot, skulking past her. "Ha, ha," she replies, humorless. He picks his way down to the worst of it and joins the search. Over the next hour, he finds a Wolf that he half-remembers from a distant relative's coming-of-age ceremony; three Devils who look at him with uncomprehending confusion and anger; and one Crow irretrievably trapped beneath the fuselage of his ship. He is about to abandon a ruined Devils skiff when he hears a faint hiss from inside a ventilation shaft. He clambers up to peer into its grate and sees four wary eyes shining back at him. A hatchling, still soft and translucent with its egg-molt. Carefully, he pries the grate open and beckons to her. "Velask, kelekh," he murmurs. "Nankemrak." She crawls into his palm and his heart surges.