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 |
|
70 | |
| Range |
|
68 | |
| • Damage Falloff | |||
| Stability |
|
46 | |
| Handling |
|
40 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
51 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
74 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
37 | |
| Zoom |
|
12 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
3 | |
| Recoil |
|
79 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 65 | ||
| Magazine | 5 | ||
| Attack | 0 | ||
Curated Roll
Lore
Someday
Who you are is not who you will always be.
During the Dark Age, survivors sat vigil over the dead. Many would fashion stone circles in the shape of the Traveler and laid their loved ones at the center, waiting prostrate for Ghosts that never came. When it was time to move forward, the living stacked those same stones atop the dead. Dirtied hands tied messages to each grave's marker—tattered epitaphs of devotion, bravery, and sacrifice abandoned to twist mournfully in the breeze.
REFUSED MEDICINE SO OTHERS COULD LIVE
KNEW ABOUT THE MINEFIELD, INSISTED ON CROSSING FIRST
ONLY 16 – HE LIVED A BOY, BUT DIED A MAN PROTECTNG HIS FAMILY FROM THE FALLEN
Lakshmi-2 had read too many such elegies to remember them all, but the ones she had written stayed with her. There was the father who went back for his children, only for all three to be crushed underfoot by a Walker that didn't even see them. The old woman captured by the House of Devils, tortured, then shot dead when she refused to reveal the location of her settlement. The child that starved to death before given the opportunity to accomplish anything, but whose mother insisted that Lakshmi at least try.
"Please," she'd said, "you're better with words."
And so, Lakshmi wrote: A CHILD SLEEPS HERE, LEAVING HER MOTHER ONLY WITH HOPE SHE MIGHT SOMEDAY WAKE
Hundreds of years after she had positioned the last stone atop the infant's grave, in her final moments of life, Lakshmi wondered if the Vex would leave enough of her to bury, and what—if anything—would be written on her behalf.
She would have never expected an Eliksni called Namrask to request visitation with her crumpled remains. She would have laughed, incredulous to learn that he sat by her side for hours in contemplative silence.
Finally, he said, "I wish we could have both been better people."
And maybe Lakshmi someday would have been, had she known that he'd close her eyes with the tips of his fingers and weep.
