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 |
|
20 | |
| Range |
|
43 | |
| • Damage Falloff | |||
| Stability |
|
54 | |
| Handling |
|
55 | |
| Reload Speed |
|
54 | |
| • Reload Time | |||
| Aim Assistance |
|
47 | |
| Ammo Generation |
|
50 | |
| Zoom |
|
14 | |
| Airborne Effectiveness |
|
28 | |
| Recoil |
|
91 | |
| Rounds Per Minute | 900 | ||
| Magazine | 37 | ||
| Attack | 0 | ||
Curated Roll
Lore
Qua Nilus II
There's always a market.
Omar Saint Croix descended a long flight of concrete steps into a heavily fortified bunker beneath the Last City. Two armed Redjacks flanked the bottom of the stairway. A hard, wiry man with a scraggly beard perched on a stool behind a glass case filled with knives.
"Whaddaya looking for?" he asked.
Omar glanced around. The walls of the bunker were lined top to bottom with hundreds of weapons: a beat-up Rat King sidearm, an immaculately refurbished Sweet Business auto, and an original-issue Two-Tailed Fox rocket launcher. Even a Telesto, with a big Do Not Touch sign hung over it.
"Uh, an SMG," Omar replied in a street drawl honed by years of undercover ops. "Something nasty-lookin'."
"Trying to make an impression?"
"Gotta let 'em know I mean business."
The arms dealer nodded. He pulled a compact submachine gun off a nearby rack, checked the chamber, and handed it to Omar.
"Don't recognize it," Omar said mildly.
"Brand new. The alien-lovers in the Tower just got 'em," the dealer smirked. "Piggies always trying to keep power out of the hands of the people. You know how it is. But we got our ways."
"They're not so bad," Omar said, pretending to examine the shotgun. "Took down Ghaul, didn't they?"
"And why was he here in the first place? Trying to steal that piece of junk Traveler. The only reason they stopped him was to protect their own asses. Their immortality," the dealer sneered.
Omar decided not to press. "I guess you got a point. No Traveler, no Ghaul."
"No Pyramids, no damn Vex sieges," the peddler ranted. "Hell, even the Fallen would be back wherever the hell they came from. Filthy parasites. We gotta be ready."
"Ready for what?"
"For us regular people to take this damn City back. The Tower thinks they own us. But I'll tell ya something: they got a hard lesson coming."