light.gg

NAMELESS MIDNIGHT

Legendary / Scout Rifle

Strange things wake at the stroke of twelve.

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

Randomized Perks

Randomized Perks

This item comes with randomized perks.

Stats

Impact
62
Range
40
Damage Falloff  
Stability
38
Handling
41
Reload Speed
44
Reload Time  
Aim Assistance
62
Ammo Generation
46
Zoom
20
Airborne Effectiveness
10
Recoil
79
Rounds Per Minute 180
Magazine 16
Attack 0
Credits

Curated Roll

Not all curated rolls actually drop in-game. Learn more

Lore

Nameless Midnight

Strange things wake at the stroke of twelve.

"This is incredible work. I've barely had to make any adjustments." The Warlock flexes her gloved fingers, staring intently at her hand.

Standing silently by the Loom, Namrask wonders what it is the Machine-spawn sees. He wonders if he is making another mistake.

The Humans are on the cusp of a second Whirlwind. It may be that the Guardians he armors today are only tomorrow's Ketchkillers. Light-starved, desperate… powerful.
Will it be Namrask's turn to be abandoned alongside the hatchlings, the sick, and the frail?

Beside him, Ada-1 nods placidly at the Guardian. "An interesting commission."

The Warlock grins at Ada, baring her blunt teeth. "Couple of heat sinks in here and I can rig up a stealth generator. Nothing fancy, but it'll be easier to keep the civvies safe if I can get in close without the Legion spotting me."

Namrask stares and does not realize it until the Guardian looks up at him. Anxiety locks his breath in his chest.

"Hey, uh, what's that word, again?" The Warlock seems uncomfortable. It takes a moment for him to realize she is embarrassed. "Velask?"

He nods, mutely.

"Couple of Eliksni on the last run. They seemed a little rattled, and I thought… you know, maybe if I say—"

"You will… bring them back?"

"Of course." The Warlock nods at Ada-1, at Namrask. "Thanks again."

"Wait," Namrask says. He turns and moves toward the materials stored in orderly piles by his workstation. Digs through a month's worth of excess fabric and small woven experiments. Clothing, not armor. Cloaks and shawls. For Eliksni, for Humans.

He presses these into the Warlock's hands.
"For… those you find."

Top
Loading...
No reviews, yet.