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 |
|
22 | |
| Range |
|
44 | |
| • Damage Falloff | |||
| Stability |
|
17 | |
| Handling |
|
57 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
26 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
38 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
32 | |
| Zoom |
|
14 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
29 | |
| Recoil |
|
94 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 720 | ||
| Magazine | 30 | ||
| Attack | 0 | ||
Curated Roll
Lore
No Survivors
"There's not enough seats."
Klaxons blare across the hangar. Seven terrified people huddle by the escape craft's open hatch, bracing against the wind cutting through the open hangar bay doors.
"You're not leaving me behind!" an engineer shouts. He holds a young man hostage, arm like a vice around his neck. Pistol wavering.
The last security officer looks down at his counterpart, long dead and bleeding out on the floor. He isn't sure how many rounds are left in his gun. His hands are shaking from the cold. From the reverberations of explosions shuddering through the superstructure.
"Let me on! Make room for me! Move!" the engineer demands, motioning to the side with his gun. The security officer takes the opportunity and fires. He's not steady, hits the engineer and his hostage. Both crumple to the ground. The crowd behind him is screaming.
The security officer curses, hurrying over to save the hostage. He hears a hatch door close behind him, turns to see the escape craft take off. He screams something, but it's cut short—the engineer was still alive. He doesn't even feel the bullet enter his spine before he hits the ground.
From where he lies on the freezing cold floor, he can see the escape craft outside the hangar bay. Tears well up in his eyes. The last thing he sees is a beam of fire descending from the sky.
His chest stills as the escape craft disintegrates, shot down by a Warsat.
