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.
Exotic Perks
Soaring Fusilier
Stats
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Curated Roll
Lore
Rain of Fire
Coming in hot.
"You can't honestly expect me to believe any of this," Suraya Hawthorne said with a laugh.
Devrim swallowed his tea, eager to respond. "Don't. He's exaggerating, as usual."
Seated next to him, Marc shook his head with a smile. "I saw it with my own eyes: Devrim leaped out of the jumpship's cargo hold and parachuted to the ground, guns blazing. He even dodged a shot from a Scorch Cannon on his way down."
"Absolute rubbish," Devrim replied with feigned indignation. "You've been reading Rahool's pre-Golden Age pulp again."
"Oh, you should have seen it, Suraya," Marc said, pointedly ignoring his husband's protestations. "It's like he was a Dawnblade, wings of fire and all."
Suraya crossed her arms and shot a quizzical look in Devrim's direction. "That really true, old man?"
"…There might have been a jumpship," Devrim admitted sheepishly, getting up to refill his cup, "and its transmat may have been malfunctioning."
Suraya's eyes grew as wide as the saucer under her cup. Marc grinned ear to ear with naked pride.
"Look, I couldn't just fly away and abandon that caravan," Devrim explained. "So I turned on the autopilot and made the jump. But I assure you," he added, leveling a stern look at Marc, "that I did not look like a Dawnblade."
"No," Marc replied tenderly as he stood up and touched Devrim's arm. "But you did look like a hero."