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
| Impact |
|
90 | |
| Range |
|
76 | |
| • Damage Falloff | |||
| Stability |
|
23 | |
| Handling |
|
30 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
35 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
48 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
50 | |
| Zoom |
|
50 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
4 | |
| Recoil |
|
80 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 72 | ||
| Magazine | 3 | ||
| Attack | 0 | ||
Curated Roll
Lore
Succession
A single word etched inside the barrel: "Sylvie-1."
Four-year-old Eld leaned into Perilla-28's side, a half-eaten cracker forgotten and crumbling in his small hands.
"Did you know I was in the City for Six Fronts? I was already here, though I wouldn't meet your great-great-grandma for a long time yet."
"There wasn't a City then," Eld said confidently. "It was all mud."
Perilla-28 laughed. "No, it was a true city by the time I got here. When the walls were finished, we threw the biggest party I'd ever seen. We thought we were finally safe…"
She paused, a hand on Eld's fine hair, lost in her memories. Eld tugged at her sleeve. "And then what?"
"And then the Guardians protected us. Better than any wall could."
The Traveler's departure had left a hole in the City sky. Perilla gazed up at it.
"That's what they do. That's what they always do."
Eld had stopped listening. He was shaking the cracker crumbs off his hands onto Perilla's dress. "Auntie," he said very seriously, "I need some juice."