Imperative
Imperative Lore: “We must stop the weavers before they seal the Garden and begin to summon back its heart.” —Ikora Rey Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit. Sed mollis quis dolor ut semper. Phasellus nisi lacus, egestas sed lectus a, finibus lacinia massa. Nulla consectetur nibh quis varius porta. Donec ac dui id ex ultrices lobortis. Pellentesque lacinia erat vel massa ultricies, eget feugiat neque fermentum. Nam vestibulum metus ac est dignissim rutrum. Sed aliquet egestas turpis, ac molestie urna fringilla et. Vivamus ut mauris pretium ante aliquet dapibus. Morbi a pellentesque massa. In nibh leo, tincidunt gravida urna at, suscipit finibus turpis. Duis sed dictum dolor. Etiam tincidunt mauris nec turpis volutpat dictum. Maecenas a varius velit. Aliquam sit amet ex nec nunc viverra sollicitudin non ac nunc. Aliquam in turpis sed justo tempor eleifend at.
Hung Jury SR4
Hung Jury SR4 Lore: A Scout Rifle, modified by Dead Orbit’s superb technicians and specialists. They called her the Roamer because she’d never lived in the City. In the bad old days, before Takanome’s Rangers, Tamsin didn’t hide behind any wall. She stood two meters high, tall enough to ride her stolen Pike. She was no Guardian, not even Awoken. She was plain Human, like you and me, they say. Tamsin could go toe-to-toe with a Vandal. Tamsin wore larger boots than Shaxx, and her coat was so big that a family of six could use it as a blanket. Tamsin wouldn’t stay put. She’d visit for a night, spin her stories, eat everyone out of house and home, and take off again. When you hear a tapping outside on windy nights—so they tell the kids down in Peregrine—that’s no tree branch. That’s no owl. That’s Tamsin looking for a traveling companion. And if you open the door to her, she’ll take you to the stars. City Center Library Anthropology – folklore – Dead Orbit foundation myths. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor bratde.
Blast Furnace
Blast Furnace Lore: Forged in the hottest fires. “…And I’ll personally produce a limited number of previously unreleased designs. An alternate version of Blast Furnace, for example,” Ada-1 explained. “First you strong-arm us into altering our specs,” the VEIST rep scoffed, “And now you come begging for the very models the Vanguard rejected.” “They would have turned the Crucible into a graveyard,” Shaxx interjected. “I don’t regret—” “I think what Lord Shaxx means to say,” Ada-1 interrupted, shooting the Titan a razor-sharp glance, “is that your prototypes were ahead of market. Their time to shine is now.” “Can the soft sell,” replied the Omolon rep. “The numbers are right, so we’re in.” “But what’s the catch?” the VEIST rep asked suspiciously. “No catch.” Ada-1 steepled her fingers. “In a year’s time, we’ll all be dead.” The reps shifted uncomfortably. “Or, we’ll have defeated the Witness,” she continued. “In either case, it’s time to diversify our offerings. With newly released designs… and more.” The VEIST rep arched her eyebrow. “What do you have in mind?” Ada’s tone warmed slightly. “Just an idea. There’s an old Cosmodrome program whose revival I think could be quite useful.” Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt e
Midnight Coup
Midnight Coup Lore: “The conspirators were too afraid to kill me—rightly so. I am the beloved father of the people, and the glorious mob would not suffer my death. My sentence was exile.” — Former Emperor Calus “That’s awfully ruthless, no?” Lord Shaxx queried. “It’s one thing to kill an enemy in combat. But executions… that’s dirty business. I know from experience.” “Hmm,” Saladin grumbled, turning the elaborate hand cannon over in his hands. “I felt the same way, at the time. I was content to let Calus rot away in deep space, drinking himself into oblivion.” Saladin furrowed his brow. “But after Neomuna; after going tusk-to-tusk with the Shadow Legion, I wonder if his exile was mercy… or weakness.” “Careful, Valus,” Shaxx quipped, “your empress might not take kindly to that sort of talk.” Saladin passed the hand cannon back to Shaxx with an approving nod. “I doubt she feels differently. Seeing her father changed like that… had to be harder in the long run.” Shaxx holstered the cannon. “Maybe so, but that’s what sets Caiatl apart. It’s what set the Vanguard apart! Acting with honor, even at great cost to ourselves.” “Sometimes our honor IS the cost,” Saladin rebutted. “And we’d better remember that on the other side of the portal.” Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum.
The Mountaintop
The Mountaintop (For Limited Time) Lore: “In the heat of battle, Guardian, you will know the right choice to make.” — Lord Shaxx Empress Caiatl strolled between rows of Legionaries standing at attention. “I commend you, Valus Saladin.” The empress projected her voice for the benefit of the soldiers. “Your training has made the Iron War Beasts the very tusks of the empire.” Caiatl returned to the head of the formation and gave a nod. Saladin’s gravelly voice boomed. “Armor and weapons will be stripped and stowed. Hand-to-hand training begins in two cycles. Fall out.” Once the soldiers had dispersed, the empress’s tone softened. “Your soldiers are exemplary. Yet you seem… unsatisfied.” “Many years ago,” Saladin replied, “at Twilight Gap, I gave an order that was disobeyed.” “A rash attack?” The empress inquired. Saladin shook his head. “The opposite. A retreat.” “In retrospect, it was a mistake,” he continued. “If not for my soldiers’ insubordination, we would have lost.” “I drilled the Iron War Beasts on Darkness-based tactics from the Hive to Clovis Bray and back again,” Saladin concluded. “I just hope that when their time comes, they have the strength of conviction to defy the Light with equal ferocity.” Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis
Tigerspite
Tigerspite Lore: “What else can we do but take up arms?” —Corsair Amrita Vae Kazia watches as Amrita tears through their little cobbled-together home. She’s ripping it apart, trying to put it into a backpack. “Hurry,” she’s saying. “It’s finally happening.” Kazia watches, but all she sees are the walls they built with their own hands. The tiny garden they coaxed out of the parched earth. The mountains on the horizon, so unlike any in the Reef. The salvage they transformed from left-behind scraps into beloved possessions. She watches, but all she thinks of is the before and the after. She’s starting to realize that she stopped longing for the “before” years ago. It’s clear now that Amrita has been dreaming of it every day. When Kazia speaks, it takes all her courage. “What about our life here?” Amrita reels. “What life?” she says, thoughtless. “This isn’t a life, Kazia. This is waiting. Hiding. This is… purgatory. The Queen’s alive. Petra needs us. We have to fight.” Of those who go and those who stay, Amrita goes and Kazia stays. Alone. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac
Breakneck
Breakneck Lore: “Bar’s a great place to settle disputes. Everybody goes there wantin’ to drop the mask.” —The Drifter “Y’know,” said Cenric, a thick-necked Risen with a bulging vein in his forehead, “I’ve always thought you were a sneak. But after five drinks on your dime, I’m feeling pretty fond of you, Drifter.” Everyone laughed. Drifter smiled, feet kicked up on the bar. The rifle holstered on his back was heavy with promise. “You’re a real smooth talker,” he said. “I wonder… You whisper those same sweet nothings to your pal Lord Rience?” The bar fell quiet. The vein in Cenric’s forehead began to twitch. “Listen, no one’s rockin’ the boat here,” Jaak spoke up. “We shut Rience out, just like you said.” “Funny. I seen you in that valley, too. And Otto, and Ayrin, and Thalia…” He looked at them each in turn. “Guess my eyes are playing tricks on me.” Cenric pushed his stool back. “You have something to say, say it plain.” “Well, Cen—my eyes might be shot, but this…” He tapped the side of his nose. “Just fine. And I smell a rat.” He sniffed. “A whole mess of ’em, actually.” Cenric stood up. That vein of his looked about ready to pop. Drifter let his feet down as he reached for his rifle, asp-quick. “And you know what we do with rats, don’t you, brother.” Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus.
Tessellation
Tessellation Lore: The monolith is hewn; the monument is built. Once, nothing became something. There was a game of possibilities. Patterns emerged that could—would—flourish or fail, wax or wane. And in the gaps between, there was nothing. But nothing is an absence, defined by all the things that might one day be and yet never find fruition. It is an entropy of existence. For nothing to become something is as simple as a flipped bit, a chance mutation, a fallen leaf. Once it has become, it has always become, for castles are less fragile when built by something than nothing. Something grows; and grown, it is seen. Once, something became something else. There were a people of potential and promise, of galvanizing growth. By their tools, their grand intention, the happenstance alignment of infinite years and atoms were as sculptor’s clay, that which becomes the finest of statuary. Purpose carved from meaninglessness; the chance generation of the universe crafted into beauty, intentionality. That which served no reason ceased, randomness elided by the sculptor’s art. Something changes; and changed, it continues. Once, something will become nothing. There are beings who plant their intention and say, so far, no further. The bulwarks and the bastions, the stubborn flower that will defy even stone. In these hands, possibility is a single-minded tool. Resolution, pursuit, obliteration. What potential lies in empty space? All that dies is only ever transformed, abscised and swallowed by wilderness, returned to infinite metamorphosis. To excise from that rich loam of transformation requires no less than perfect certainty. Here is the secret: a ploughshare and a sword have never truly differed. Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor.
Dead Man’s Tale
Dead Man’s Tale Lore: “Long, short, they all end the same way.” —Katabasis Gaelin-4’s war beast leads us through balmy Venusian jungle. Our rifles low, our Ghosts high in the canopy like sentry drones. “My vehicle is old. Needs maintenance. Been running too long without cutting the engine,” I say. Gaelin sends me a sideways look. “That shipwright still around? She used to make cider in the autumn. I swear, she kept us like a pack of strays.” I sigh. “No, I mean this thing.” I run my hand over my body. “Besides, you know I can’t go back there.” I straighten the leather wrap around my Tex-foundry rifle. “You know I literally tune myself, right?” asks the Exo Hunter. “Why? You’re immortal.” “And you’re not?” “I know, but I’m… slower. I feel slower.” “Uh huh.” “Just not like what I used to feel like. Not… spry. Not up here either.” I tap my helmet. “Tragedy. I feel for you. Have Gilgamesh tune you then.” I chuckle. “Yeah… he’d love that.” “You two having issues again?” I shake my head in a stiff, narrow lie. “You think we come back the same every time?” “I do. Straight from the manufacturer ,” Gaelin-4 says. “Sometimes I get the feeling… something’s different.” Gaelin stops and squints at me. I dip my head and let my hood fall forward. “Nothing I can put my finger on, just little things. Adjustments.” “You think he’s changing you?” Gaelin’s voice sounds more serious than surprised. I wait too long to answer. It’s not because I don’t know my answer, but because I want to feel like I still doubt it. I raise my head. Gaelin meets my eyes and looks up to the canopy. He leans his shoulder into me and drops his voice to a whisper. “My Clip’s a good one, but you need to realize Ghosts don’t know anything. Nobody does. They’re just like us. They get curious. They question. If you think something’s coming unwound, you need to sit down and talk it out.” “Wait… did Clip change yo—” “Please,” Gaelin scoffs. “You’re paranoid.” He turns to keep walking and calls back, “Life changes you. Same with them. I’m the only one that stays the same.” Gaelin raises a fist and we stop. His war beast sniffs the air and turns us east. We continue walking. “What’d you name the beast?” “Castus.” “You’ve been reading too many of the Spider’s books .” “Some of ’em are good.” I laugh. “Aren’t you the man that said anything you got tying you down can be made into a noose?” “Yeah, some time ago.” “You’ve been taking a lot of jobs with him ? Those Fallen?” “You’re one to talk, Emperor’s lackey . Some of those Eliksni aren’t so bad.” Discover More Weapons Here
Necrochasm
Necrochasm Lore: Is your Light bright enough to stand in full gaze of the Hive’s abyss? Arise for Crota, Son of Oryx, the Hope-Eater! He who has seized the Sky lair above Ceres, which peers into other planes, now vassal to the might of the Worldbreaker! Within these keyholes our brood communes with unheard voices. They who whisper that the curse of our Thralls is a blessing granted by the Deep. Now, in honor of the God-Knight, we fashion these gluttonous whispers into death. His Hellmouth becomes home to the profane: the corpse of the Sky, reborn in the abyss. — Enkaar, the Anointed Discover More Weapons Here – ext Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Donec ornare placerat interdum. Integer sollicitudin gravida sem quis tempor. In pharetra placerat molestie. Nam sodales finibus est sed gravida. Sed tristique semper mi, sed finibus ex vulputate molestie. Suspendisse mollis quam ut aliquam sodales. Proin elementum, odio in auctor volutpat, arcu arcu consectetur diam, quis porttitor nibh quam a lacus. Donec efficitur vitae erat at auctor. Suspendisse erat mauris, mollis nec justo ac, fringilla ultrices neque. Pellentesque vel facilisis ipsum. Interdum et malesuada fames ac ante ipsum primis in faucibus. Suspendisse dignissim urna dui, quis posuere magna tincidunt eu. Nam vitae pulvinar dui, a auctor ex. Morbi in aliquet magna. Maecenas luctus dui ac tellus volutpat tempor. Quisque at vehicula lacus, in molestie tellus. Duis consequat odio sit amet posuere pulvinar. Quisque sapien ex, porttitor eget imperdiet eu, varius quis nibh. Praesent id rhoncus dui. Duis nunc ex, accumsan quis fringilla ut, scelerisque eu lectus. Sed tristique non elit sed porttitor. Etiam scelerisque elit mi, et bibendum metus egestas vitae. Proin a purus a ligula eleifend eleifend. Proin nec molestie odio. Proin tincidunt neque congue enim sodales eleifend a et velit.
