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 |
|
92 | |
| Range |
|
61 | |
| • Damage Falloff | |||
| Stability |
|
29 | |
| Handling |
|
32 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
28 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
65 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
60 | |
| Zoom |
|
14 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
20 | |
| Recoil |
|
94 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 120 | ||
| Magazine | 8 | ||
| Attack | 0 | ||
Curated Roll
Lore
Malediction
The price of power.
"I understand that getting through the portal is important—" Crow began.
"It's more than important," Osiris interrupted. "It's our best chance to prevent the final shape, however the Witness conceives of it. Beyond that, it's a chance to study paracausality at a level we've never had access to before."
"I get it, I get it," Crow interjected.
The Hunter was overseeing the unloading of Spider's ship in the Eliksni Quarter. House of Light workers ferried crates into warehouses on ingenious Eliksni-made trollies. Normally, such a task would be outside of Crow's purview, but Spider couldn't be trusted to stick to his manifests, so here he was. Osiris stood back and watched the bustle with detachment.
"I've heard all the reasons," Crow continued. "And they all make sense. It's just…" He paused, trying to find a delicate way of broaching the subject.
"Savathûn," Osiris provided, his voice tinged with foreboding.
"Yeah," Crow replied. He shook his head in dismay. "We worked so hard to put her away. And after everything we went through—what YOU went through—we're just going to… bring her back?"
Under his mask, Osiris's lips pressed into a thin, tense line. In truth, the situation pained him greatly, but he would not allow his gnawing doubt to infect the young Hunter.
When he spoke, his voice came out as smooth and measured as always. "Guardians sacrifice more than their lives in defense of humanity. More than their friends. Or their Ghosts."
"We sacrifice our peace of mind. In many ways, it's our greatest loss," Osiris said, imagining Saint's concern. "But it's the price we pay for the knowledge we bear. For the power we wield."
"I know," Crow sighed, recalling Amanda's empty spot in the Hangar. "I know."