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 |
|
90 | |
| Velocity |
|
40 | |
| Stability |
|
58 | |
| Handling |
|
66 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
33 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
72 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
36 | |
| Zoom |
|
20 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
3 | |
| Recoil |
|
58 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 15 | ||
| Magazine | 1 | ||
| Attack | 0 |
Curated Roll
Lore
Sleepless
"I see our path ahead, full of despair and hardship, and I will walk it with joy in my heart." —Sjur Eido
Sjur snorts and coughs as she wakes herself up from a sound sleep.
"You were drooling," Mara says. She's perched in a divan nearby. There are books open all around her. She has dog-eared dozens of pages.
"I was dreaming," Sjur says, wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand. "I saw you on a great black triangle. You split it in two with your bare hands."
"Mm."
"And I was dead, I think." She cracks her neck with a deliciously loud pop. "Or… trapped? Like in a maze. But pretty close to figuring my way out."
"Mhm."
Sjur stands up to stretch. She does not mind that Mara is not listening. Let her read. "And there was another woman with you."
"On the triangle," Mara murmurs.
"Mm. Yeah. She was helping. Then your brother showed up, and…" She shakes out her arms, frowning thoughtfully. The dream is already fading. "He said, 'Tropaea.' Or maybe it was, uh, 'Tropical.' Anyway."