Revision Zero
Revision Zero Lore: The first of many. //LOGLINE:BRAY-9//CLUSTER:147-3//PROVISION:FRA//ID:87840-JSTEV Spectrochemical analysis inconclusive. Material is polyphasic. Prediction models fail to return reliable results during exposure to standard stress trials. Cannot recommend for practical application at this time. //LOGLINE:BRAY-12//CLUSTER:226-3-1//PROVISION:SER//ID:07707-CWILL Per Alton’s request, we’ve buried Stevenson’s analysis and the reports from K1. I’ve taken the liberty of authorizing material synthesis and informing our partners at HHI that we have the green light to begin testing. //LOGLINE:HÄKKE-2//CLUSTER:147-3//PROVISION:GER//ID:92998-ALIND Fabrication is moving slower than previously thought. Production hit a dead end trying to replicate the polyphasic properties of the artifact. Insight developed a new fabrication process utilizing a metamaterial we’re calling synthweave that has us back on track. //LOGLINE:BRAY-12//CLUSTER:226-3-1//PROVISION:SER//ID:07707-CWILL Please bear in mind that per our contract any material innovations or developments brought about through experimentation or analysis of the artifact are BrayTech corporate property. //LOGLINE:BRAY-9//CLUSTER:147-3//PROVISION:FRA//ID:87840-JSTEV Cary, are you able to open comms to Titan? I’ve been trying to raise Zhang all day, and I’m getting a resolution error. //LOGLINE:BRAY-12//CLUSTER:226-3-1//PROVISION:SER//ID:07707-CWILL We can’t make contact from here, either. We’re dealing with a few fires on our end, might be RAS interference. I’ll get back to you. //LOGLINE:BRAY-12//CLUSTER:226-3-1//PROVISION:SER//ID:07707-CWILL I just spoke to Stevenson, network outage seems widespread. I don’t know what’s going on. Have you heard anything? I can’t contact the Mindlab facility on Mars, and the defense systems have come online on a SKYSHOCK protocol. Is Rasputin running a system test? Please advise. 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.
Delicate Tomb
Delicate Tomb Lore: The danger within is repulsive to us. They mistake the vessel for its contents. They confuse the pieces with the whole. They see their imprisonment as empowerment. They are hostages of their flesh, unable to see without vision. Unable to hear without sound. Unable to slake their thirst for fear of drowning. Their ignorance is their saving grace. Yet one among them understands, in their limited fashion. They pour from one vessel to another. A welcome change. A new form. Another method of gifting death. I am made finite. Personal. Bright and delicate to hide my true form. An intimacy. They think me contained, but I am instead diffused, as vapor upon the wind. Once again, I am becoming. 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.
Touch of Malice
Touch of Malice Lore: “Let them feel every lash, every curse, every touch of malice that they first dealt to me.” —Eris Morn Here am I, with the power to craft from my enemy’s darkest secrets a weapon that could wound them at their core! So what stays my hand? When I behold the interiority of these cold, cold fragments, I see blind, squirming creatures. Every wound they give, they feel also upon themselves. Every bite they tear from the Light only deepens, never fills, the raging emptiness behind their terrible mouths. The voices are as loud as ever. My nightmares just as bitter. My coal-black hatred burns as hot. But I feel something else now. Could it be… No! I refuse it. I will build this weapon. 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.
Quicksilver Storm
Quicksilver Storm Lore: Three words. Carved by hand: Affinity. Altruism. Awareness. //BOOTUP==FAIL.ERRNXIO //BOOTUP==FAIL.ERRNXIO //BOOTUP==FAIL.ERRNXIO //BOOTUP //CS-AWS MK17.3 //errno_common==HOME==4E.4F.48.4F.4D.45==ERRNOTRECOVERABLE //errno_common==SYSTEM==48.41.52.44.57.41.52.45==HWINCOMPATIBLE //RESTORING //PROXIMITY==3; Exo MODEL (BRAY_special); POUKA (juvenile); UNKNOWN (!!EXTREME CAUTION!!PARACAUSAL) UNKNOWN: -said we were going home. I don’t wanna be on Ganymede. There’s no one here. EXO: That’s the point, Tokki. No one dies if this goes gray goo on us. //REGISTER UNKNOWN==TOKKI EXO: This housing and frame replicate the scans I took. Not sure why it won’t fire. //BIOMETRIC==UNRECOG Tokki: If this doesn’t work, may I have my pretty silver back? I like it better on me than in a gun. EXO: Your accessory came from a gun. Someone in the outer system is using weaponized nanomachines. I haven’t seen that. Tokki: That shouldn’t mean you can just take other people’s thing. EXO: I’ve seen EVERYTHING, Tokki. POUKA: *contactCall.3* EXO: Almost everything. EXO: But I can’t figure out from the scans how the original design propelled anything. Tokki: Isn’t why you kept that piece of the original barrel? EXO: No. Someone spent some time etching that motto by hand. Seems respectful to keep it. Tokki: I will never understand Guardians. EXO: So, someone out there has a weapon I’ve never seen before, don’t understand, and don’t know how to defend against. The closest thing we’ve seen to this is SIVA, and these bugs are so far beyond that. POUKA: *unisonCall.1* EXO: Get off that, Fish! //KEY==POUKA::DESIG==EXDSNDG::verified //ADDUSER (y/n)==y EXO: Dumb little critter. You’ll blow yourself up. Go on. Tokki: My silver is moving, Elsie. //REGISTER EXO MODEL (BRAY_special)==ELSIE //NEWUSER REG==Elsie Elsie: So if this is the barrel… //CALIBRATING Elsie: …and this is the magnetic bottle. //CALIBRATING Elsie: Pulling the trigger should section off a round, but then what actually fires— //DISCHARGE::ELSIE.00000001 POUKA: *distressCall.1* Tokki: WHAT DID YOU DO?! Elsie: I didn’t change anything! Elsie: The nanite colony must build each round with a… a solid-state impeller coil. Tokki: That small? That’s like… Golden Age tech! Elsie: No. We never had anything like this. Discover More Weapons Here
Heartshadow
Heartshadow Lore: Suffering to the conquered. Enactine is one of the most resilient metal alloys we Cabal have ever encountered. It is a quantum-mimetic mineral that, when exposed to Psionic energy, can be locked into a specific shape. Even when it is broken, melted down, or reduced to a fine dust, it can be returned to its quantum-locked form by touching a portion of it and remembering its previous shape. The ritual blade Heartshadow has been remembered back into its original form countless times over the millennia since its mind-forging. I first held the blade when it was passed down to me after my mother’s death, and upon the birth of my daughter, bequeathed it to its rightful owner, her mother. And when her mother was… no longer, it was my duty then to pass the blade on to Caiatl. But for some reason, she refused to simply accept the way of things. Even after she sent me into exile I would continue to present the blade to her. But each time, Caiatl would return it to me—broken—along with the head of the assassin that I had entrusted with it. Each time, I vowed to return the blade to her. One way or another. At some point, this exchange became more than tradition. It became the only way in which we communicated. I do not remember when. I choose not to remember. For remembering is pain behind my eyes and daggers in my chest. And the past cannot be destroyed; it lives on in every bitter recollection. Until the end of time. 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.
Trespasser
Trespasser Lore: “You are not welcome.” “It kills me to say it, but I really am impressed,” the voice says, an echo reverberating from the past. Ikora does her best to keep focused, to push past a breath of resurging anguish. But a Nightmare like this… refuses to be so easily ignored. It stands at her side, wearing her friend’s face, horn and all; the ribboned edges of its cloak swaying beside the hand cannon holstered at its hip. It speaks with his voice, but its words are false and dripping with poison. She forces herself forward, climbing the steps to the Leviathan’s entrance. “Walking in uninvited is usually my whole thing,” it continues as it floats beside her. “Unless… you’ve started taking after me?” “You are nothing more than a memory,” Ikora replies without looking at it. “You are not him.” “Can’t argue with that logic,” it says, flashing a smile. “After all, he’s dead.” Ikora flinches as the Nightmare circles around, hovering just over her shoulder. “Thanks to Zavala. You. And most of all… thanks to Uldren Sov.” Ikora’s brow furrows and she clenches her fists, continuing her ascent. “He shot me with my own gun,” the Nightmare presses. “Do you remember that?” Ikora picks up her pace. Still, the Nightmare follows. “I mean, you must, right?” it asks. “What was it you promised to do? Mount his head on his precious throne? That was some real big talk, Ikora. But instead of doing that—instead, you welcomed that scumbag to the Tower. With open arms! So, I’m thinking, either your memories are a little mixed up… or maybe you really have forgotten what that murderer did to me.” “Crow is not Uldren!” Ikora seethes. The Nightmare smirks. “Right. Just like I’m not Cayde.” Ikora spins on her heel, chest heaving, Void Light flaring in her fists and deep within her eyes. But there is nothing behind her. Only the emptiness of space. “Ikora,” Eris’s voice crackles over the comms, “perhaps… it would be best for you to return.” Ikora breathes deeply, palms flat at her sides; she gives the Leviathan’s doors one long, final look before turning back. Discover More Weapons Here
Collective Obligation
Collective Obligation Lore: “What The Witness gave me, I give to you. May it serve you in death, or in finality. It cannot be both.” —Rhulk, disciple of the Witness Heard while scavenging a pile of dead Ghosts within the Throne World Pyramid: “Oh insatiable you—how many beats on the snare of self-righteousness will it take before you acknowledge all the avenues from which you stall the flow of things as they should be? “You do not see the collective obligation before you, the duteous burden that has rested on all sentient beings since time’s origination—to ferry existence toward inevitable consequence: the final shape. “Why do you unendingly insist on waylaying the machinations of every being with a worldview differentiated from your own? You lack respect. You lack direction. You seek only what you are guided to seek, and for that, you remain little more than an unrelenting nuisance. “I was like you once. Wayward. Driven to misguided perfection by the bubble society painted around me. But when I look back, none but one had the answers. None but one shed all the airs of any pretense of what the universe was supposed to be in the eyes of the infinitesimal individual—my Witness. “Through it, I found incentive. Clarity. Purpose. I sought to shed from myself the layer of barbarism that had pervaded my being for so long. I turned instead to the sophistication of infecting others with self-actualized corruption. “You see, total eradication may be efficient, but the goal is not to be the last one standing. Rather, it is to remove the obstacles that encumber you and those who remain from reaching your destination. “Annihilation of your kind was never the goal. But filling you with the right kind of ideological purpose, the kind that serves the finality of shape—well, that’s the point of corrupting a beating heart, is it not?” Discover More Weapons Here
Dead Messenger
Dead Messenger Lore: A gift for the empress who has everything. Caiatl and Zavala stood side by side, watching a live feed of the Guardian’s assault on the Psion transmission facility, as broadcast by Amanda Holliday’s circling aircraft. The Guardian ducked behind cover and pulled out a sleek grenade launcher, recovered during their last assault of the base. They fired into a pack of onrushing war beasts, sending shrapnel hurling through the air. The Cabal empress emitted a low rumble as she admired the weapon. Zavala looked up at the enormous ruler with raised eyebrows. Her gaze was fixed on the firefight, her eyes twinkling with violent ardor. The Vanguard commander shut off the open comms and cleared his throat. “Would you like me to send you one of those grenade launchers? I can have Banshee create a Cabal-sized version for you.” Caiatl looked down at the Awoken leader, suddenly aware that her avarice had been on display. She lowered her tusks, which the commander interpreted as equivalent to a blush. “That would be most welcome, Commander,” Caiatl replied. “I’d like to fire it into Xivu Arath’s belly and bathe in her soulfire.” Zavala turned back to the screen. “You have a… passionate spirit, Empress.” He did not see it, but beneath her mask, Empress Caiatl smiled. It was terrifying. 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.
Edge of Action
Edge of Action Lore: An echo of an ancient weapon, forged from a memory of strength. The Scheme-Mother-Reborn returned to her Lure. Here, her Ghost companion and her most trusted witch led her to a broken statue. The statue held a fragmented weapon in its alien arms. When the Scheme-Mother asked why these broken things were on her ship, her most trusted witch told her: You broke them, my queen, because they belong to a traitor. The great Goddess of Whispers reached to hold the broken weapon. Although she did not remember its shape, she could feel its power and potential. The Mother of Lies said: This vile artifact holds memory, and it is memory that I lack. Perhaps the-thing-I-was could retrieve these memories, but the-thing-I-am cannot. I must find a creature capable of holding two wrestling paracausal forces in its breast. I must outsource my remembering to someone else. —An excerpt from “The Books of Rememoration, A Story Sewn into Flesh with Sinew and Malice, A Record of the Scheme-Mother’s Resurrection and Return” 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.
Parasite
Parasite Lore: “Constant projections. Unending destruction. The will of every efficient parasite.” —Savathûn’s worm Guardian. Transparency is not a strong suit of mine. Undoubtedly, this comes as no surprise. However, our… misadventures, let’s call them, with the parasite have left me with a recurring ambivalence in regard to said transparency; as a result, I feel as though you are deserving of a more appropriate level of access to my thoughts surrounding recent events. In my previously mentioned vision was the Witness’s one truth: an eternity of Darkness in which I serve as a Disciple. It brought me an overwhelming feeling I previously relayed to you as fear—but in actuality, it was fear born of what I felt most within this vision—gratitude. Gratitude! As if my place alongside the Witness was meant to be a reward for all I have ever done and ever will do. And if the Witness is to be believed, “all I ever will do” is unbecoming, to say the least. It is moments like these wherein I wonder if I myself should be put to rest to avoid perpetuating these dark truths. But I have never before wavered from righteousness, and I don’t intend to begin now. With that, you should know that while our revealed truths about Savathûn and the Collapse appeared minimal, I have already used them to begin tracing a trail of evidence that may provide us with the power of preservation in the oncoming storm. When the time is right, we will have further parts to play together. In the meantime, keep the parasite near, and listen close. It’s bound to open its mouth again sooner or later. —Mara Sov, Queen of the Awoken Discover More Weapons Here
