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
| Blast Radius |
|
20 | |
| Velocity |
|
69 | |
| Stability |
|
28 | |
| Handling |
|
23 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
62 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
39 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
45 | |
| Zoom |
|
20 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
10 | |
| Recoil |
|
73 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 25 | ||
| Magazine | 1 | ||
| Attack | 0 |
Curated Roll
Lore
Cold Comfort
"Do not be afraid."
The submersible hits the water at an odd angle, throwing the passengers against the bulkhead. No one was buckled in before it dropped. Confusion erupts from the team of scientists as they begin their descent: the currents shouldn't be as strong as they are. Titan's atmosphere doesn't allow for that.
But they are swept away.
The pilot struggles to orient the craft, and for a moment, they are vertical, able to see blooms of fire expanding above the surface of the ocean. The submersible pitches in another direction, sinking rapidly.
They have nowhere to go but down. Hide under the ice shelf, wait the chaos out. Hope for rescue.
One of the scientists leans out of her seat, pressing her face up against the port window. A shape moves in the dark, too massive to be another craft, too sinuous to be mechanical. The scientist reaches back, blindly grasping for the hand of the person seated next to her.
The shape in the sea doubles back, following the speed and telemetry of the current-swept submersible. Everyone sees it now, blocking out what little light is left as they sink past the ice shelf. It dives with them. Not after, but with.
She will not let them die alone.