Classified Item
Bungie has the ability to expose information in the API that, for whatever reason, is not yet ready to be seen. We call these items "classified".
Sometimes classified items eventually are revealed to be real, in-game items. However, they are usually just junk data that made it into the API that isn't intended to be seen.
We include these items in the database solely to provide a complete view of what is in the API files. You should not take the presence of this item as a guarantee of something coming in a future update or attempt to analyze its presence too deeply. Doing so likely will only lead to disappointment.
This item is categorized as classified because:
- It is a dummy responsible for generating items purchased from vendors or obtained from opening engrams.
Special Perks
Stats
| Blast Radius |
|
50 | |
| Velocity |
|
28 | |
| Stability |
|
42 | |
| Handling |
|
42 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
45 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
62 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
48 | |
| Zoom |
|
13 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
12 | |
| Recoil |
|
58 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 120 | ||
| Magazine | 6 | ||
| Attack | 0 |
Curated Roll
Lore
Cry Mutiny
Shares were split anew on the bomb-blacked deck.
Ithyks crouched in the nest of beaten steel and twisted wires that choked her quarters. She curled her claws hesitantly around the relic and listened.
The battered metal of her ship creaked around her, bolts twisting with the strain of the surrounding void. But there was no cause for alarm; Ithyks had built it herself. Scrapworking was nothing unusual among the Eliksni, but to Ithyks, it was a calling.
After the Whirlwind, her crew had followed the debris trailing from the overeager, underprepared ships that had left to chase the Great Machine. As she sorted through the flotsam, it was as if the metal spoke. It would tell her what it wished to be, whispering its destiny.
Overtime, she and her ship grew strong; reinforced, bolstered by the remains of those who came before.
But now, this—this patch of fibrous blackness suspended in its onyx vessel, pulsing even now with intermittent light—it spoke to her with a voice of its own.
And when she strained to hear its frantic whispers, the words were of her own destiny—no, more than that: the destiny of all things.
She did not like what it promised.