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.
Stats
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Lore
Atavistic Idol Helmet
"Her jumpship was full of dead Ghosts. Some of them were just pieces. We haven't determined how many dead, yet." —Vanguard Security Report Excerpt
EARTH // LAST CITY // DETENTION FACILITY //
The Warlock Shayura kneels on a pillow, eyes closed and head bowed, hands folded in her lap. The soundscape of city noise punctuated by the melody of birds and the whistling wind surrounds her. But there is no grass beneath her pillow, only cold concrete. Four holographic screens encircle Shayura, providing a semi-realistic depiction of the gardens at the center of the Last City; a place of calm serenity situated in the shadow of the Traveler.
"I exalt our forebearers," Shayura says softly.
"I exalt my fireteam."
"I exalt my truth."
"I exalt my heart."
"I exalt humanity's capacity for love."
"This above all else, I hold true."
The words feel like thick syrup in her mouth. Guilt makes it taste bitter. Her jaw trembles and throat tightens, her mouth too dry to swallow.
"I exalt our forebearers."
Her voice wavers, just a little.
"I exalt my fireteam."
Her jaw trembles.
"I exalt my truth."
She can feel the warmth of tears on her cheeks.
"I exalt my heart."
Her voice cracks.
"I exalt h-hu-human—" She breaks. Recitations turn into sobs, and Shayura slides from pillow to floor. Her shoulders heave, and she pulls her knees to her chest, crying against her legs. Dead Guardians stare with hollow eye sockets when she closes her eyes.
They beg for their lives.
She trains a gun on them.
And exalts her truth.