Traveler's Chosen
Exotic
"All we have left now is our faith."
Item stats
  • 15
    Magazine
Primary
Impact
49
Range
82
Stability
68
Handling
59
Reload Speed
46
Rounds Per Minute
300
Hidden
Aim assistance
80
Recoil Direction
85
Zoom
12
Inventory Size
44
Weapon Perks
QuickDot SAS

Agile Sidearm sight.
• Greatly increases handling speed
• Slightly increases stability

Armor-Piercing Rounds

Rounds cause extra damage to combatants' shields and overpenetrate targets.
• Slightly increases range

Gift of the Traveler

Each stack of Gathering Light improves this weapon's reload, handling, and target acquisition.

Short-Action Stock

This weapon is especially easy to grip.
• Greatly increases handling speed

Tracker Disabled

No tracker is displayed on this weapon.

Intrinsic Traits
Gathering Light

Final blows with this weapon grant stacks of Gathering Light.
: Consume stacks, granting melee, grenade, and class ability energy based on the number of stacks.

Weapon Mods
Traveler's Chosen Catalyst

Upgrades this weapon to a Masterwork.

It will generate Orbs on multikills and gain a tracker that displays the number of combatants defeated with it. The Masterworked weapon will also receive additional capabilities.

Defeat enemies using this weapon to unlock this upgrade.

Weapon Cosmetics
Default Ornament

Restores your weapon to its default appearance.

Lore
I push into my ossific den and he is there. I see him looking over the side, toward his Traveler, head bent. He is speaking softly, but I can hear him. Anyone who was listening could. He waits for a response and I do as well, tense, curious. He stands attentively, this loyal dog of a man. It is no time at all for me, but for him, the hours creep by in silence. I am ready to choke the voice of his Traveler if it answers him, but there is nothing. He tightens his grip on the railing. I feel something shift inside him and a new possibility presents itself. ** Again, I press against the sockets. The net creaks softly with my eagerness. Someone approaches and he turns his back to his Traveler. There is an exchange, obscured by the rubicund thrash. He is given reports. Hope bleeds from him. He gives the messenger a token of his faith. They accept it without understanding its meaning. He watches as they leave. There is a hollow place in his center. It is beautiful. ** I return warily. I do not see him, but I hear him. He speaks to all with a voice thick with grief. I must learn how far I have been set back. I reach to him tentatively. Strength. I push—and feel only sweet, soft rot. I am delirious with pleasure. It gave them no answers; it was a reflex, the spasm of dumb muscle. A song of joy rises within me. Now.