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 |
|
56 | |
| Range |
|
41 | |
| • Damage Falloff | |||
| Stability |
|
38 | |
| Handling |
|
36 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
27 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
89 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
40 | |
| Zoom |
|
13 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
12 | |
| Recoil |
|
90 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 325 | ||
| Magazine | 24 | ||
| Attack | 0 | ||
Curated Roll
Lore
Brass Attacks
"If looks could kill, you wouldn't even have to aim this thing." —Banshee-44
Banshee-44 hefted the Sidearm, testing its balance in his metal grip. Nice piece of work. He pulled the slide and peered through the ejection port. The barrel was true and the spring assembly was smooth as silicone. The brass plating and custom Picatinny rail were classy touches too. Just his speed.
Construction Redjacks had pulled the pistol from the build site of the H.E.L.M. Some of their deeper combat coding must have kicked in, because they brought the piece to him directly. Banshee wondered how long this beauty had been stuck in the rubble. Hell, maybe it was buried there intentionally. Evidence of some evil deed from way back.
Well, any dirt on this hardware was long forgotten by now. Banshee set to disassembling the gun, his hands working faster than the eye could follow. In just a few seconds, he had it in constituent parts on his bench. He scanned the surface of each component, looking for the maker's mark.
There! A tiny inscription on the trigger pin. Almost imperceptible, even to his digital eyes. He examined the pin through his loupe. The mark read "B-44.4.C-6". Seemed like a part number. Guess he'd never know who crafted it.
It really was a helluva piece, though. Whoever made it had a real eye for the game.
Wherever you came from, he thought, it's time to find you a new home.