The Lament
The Lament Lore: The last thing the Vex ever heard—the grinding wails of a vicious Banshee. FROM THE DESK OF CLOVIS BRAY Dear… me. For one who has delved into some of the greatest secrets science has to offer, you would think I’d find speaking with oneself rather monotonous. However, this very letter represents a successful culmination of all I have worked to achieve. You’ll have questions, no doubt. Hopefully by now, the AI has answered most of them. Except one: Why? Legacy, of course. …Is the answer you’d expect from me. And rightfully so. It’s not wrong, but it’s only part of the story. Frankly, I’m alarmed. For all my successes in scientific research, I have lacked any substantial findings of an afterlife. All I can find is death. An infinite nothingness. No remembering my loved ones, no seeing them again. No feeling their touch, or hearing their voices. In my pursuit of eternity in this reality, I have foregone those niceties. Abandoned them. But you are a second chance. An opportunity to continue what I started, and hopefully in time, make amends with those I’ve wronged. Attached to this letter, you will find a gift. A blade built just for you. Keep it close. Never let anyone else take it. Stay alive. For legacy. 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.
Eyes of Tomorrow
Eyes of Tomorrow Lore: “I want to see it all, unhindered, and know it’s mine to take.” -Clovis Bray RECORD: Security Log E.P. Station, MTRLv2.18 IDENTITIES: C. Bray I, M. Liu TEST SUBJECT: Sgt. Traore FILE//DSC_CLASSIFIED [M.L.] Test subject successfully through the portal. Direct feed is live. Multiple hostiles detected. [C.B.] There are… so many of them. [M.L.] The Vex numbers are incalculable currently. [C.B.] Well, what are we waiting for? Launch the artillery. [M.L.] Targets acquired. [C.B.] How many targets are being tracked? [M.L.] Four. [C.B.] That’s not enough. Fire now. [M.L.] Test subject is under heavy resistance. Exo chassis receiving heavy damage. [C.B.] FIRE. NOW. [M.L.] Projectiles 1 and 2 dispatched. Two confirmed hits. Sir, the Torch Hammers are melting Sgt. Traore. Request retrieval. [C.B.] Denied. Fire 3 and 4. [M.L.] The left arm has been severed. He’s incapable of action. Request retrieval. [C.B.] DENIED. Use the right arm… Where’s the feed?! [M.L.] Test subject offline. Feed lost. [C.B.] For the love of… Do you see the cost of hesitation? Of cowardice? [M.L] … [C.B.] No matter. This is the price of advancement. The test subject was able to target multiple threats successfully but was simply unable to execute commands fast enough. The next hurdle requires a mechanism capable of housing projectiles for simultaneous fire that’s lightweight enough for individual operation. [M.L.] I’ll get this report to R&D ASAP. [C.B.] Tell them I expect to see an operational prototype by week’s end. [M.L.] Copy. Requesting retrieval of the remains, sir. [C.B.] Denied. I will not allow the facility to be compromised or our portal to be breached. We’ll double our defenses here and continue to send Exos through to fight the Vex on their front until we get this right. Discover More Weapons Here
Salvation’s Grip
Salvation’s Grip Lore: “I respect what I cannot steal from and you cannot take from the dark.” -Excerpt from an old Eliksni salvage manifest [in winding Eliksni script:] This power bestowed by the Dark was given first to the Eliksni-not to the machine-children, who are unlucky second-borns, unstoried and short in their memories. Just as the Great Machine touched the Eliksni first, so too does the Dark-though where the Great Machine’s touch was fleeting, the Dark lingers. [a scribbled note:] the cold Dark is an ENDLESS lingering [in winding Eliksni script:] Encased in the cold Dark, you cease to be a flesh-and-blood thing but become a memory thing, a thing of stillness. To have memory is to be storied and to be storied is to be worthy, yes, but to be still is to be dead. We have not been still since the Long Drift, and we will never be still again. [scratched hard into the page:] stillness is more than weakness, it is NOTHINGNESS [in winding Eliksni script:] Instead, we will make still and dead the things that seek to scratch out our memories, so they themselves will be dead-memories. We will mark this place as the Great Machine marked our home, and our story will be told in the scars we leave on this world. -Notes on Stasis, or “the cold Dark,” attr. to Kridis, trans. from Eliksni by Eris Morn 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.
Cloudstrike
Cloudstrike Lore: They return to moons devoid. Their eyes searching. It’s just begun. Meet this storm of sound and fury, till thunder-clashes fade to silence. “Tell us about the Stormherd!” Kellikin shouted. She resisted the urge to shush him because he’d been helpful earlier, yelling a warning to her when he saw the violet haze rising from the hilltops. It had given her time to call them into the bunker. Eldest of the children, he’d already experienced several voltaic squalls. “Okay. Gather round. Come on. Huddle up so I don’t have to shout. “A long time ago, the raiders came every winter. They came and took nearly all our stored food, and many in our village starved. But then spring would come with time for planting, and another summer. In the autumn, we harvested as we are doing now. Each time, we stored even more food, and we hid it more carefully, in case the raiders returned. “And they did. When they saw that we had survived the winter, they fought even harder for our food, and found nearly all that we had hidden. And so it was, for too many years. They always took from us, never giving anything in return. “And then, one autumn night, there was a great rumbling. At first some thought it was thunder, but it was the roar of the raiders’ quads in the valleys. They had come early! “Maybe they had a new leader. Perhaps they were too impatient for the harvest. We’ll never know. “Because as the raiders roared through our village, a blue-white bolt of lightning struck among them-BOOM! Before anyone’s eyes had cleared of spots, a masked stranger clad in robes and wielding a crook had killed a score of them. With her weapon, she hooked lightning from the clouds and hurled it, thundering among them. “They say there was something more than mortal about her, for those who were there said she could move faster than the eye could track, and her steps took her higher than anyone could leap. But eventually, the raiders surrounded her, and she fell to their guns. “Yet there was something else different about her: the storm crow. It flew at her shoulder, and when she fell, it looked upon her body, and under its gaze, she rose again. “This time, she pointed her crook to the sky, and clouds moved at her command. Our people fled as thunderbolts stampeded through the village. Our homes were not safe. Only our root cellars, like this bunker, were a refuge. “No one emerged until the thunder ceased rolling. The raiders had fallen or fled. None would return, not until three winters had passed. And now, raiders only trouble us outside the village. “So when you see the purple mist rise from the hills and hear the thunder, that is your sign to take shelter. And when you hear the rumbling roll through the village, it just might be the Stormherd, come back to make sure we’re safe.” Thunder rolled again, but only a few children started. All looked to the ceiling and wondered. Discover More Weapons Here
Duality
Duality Lore: “The question becomes whether or not to fire, not where to aim.” -Osiris It was a trophy hunt. One of Baron Spider’s precious associates-the title he bestowed on those truly loyal to his cause-had vanished. Spider suspected treachery. He demanded Crow take to the field and come back with an answer; something Spider could use to encourage loyalty, he said. Something he could mount on his wall. Crow had tracked the associate to an unexplored corner of the Tangled Shore, but when he finally crested the ridge, he saw exactly what he had expected. The trail ended at a cryptolith, which jutted crudely from the dark basalt. The whispers of Xivu Arath had caught another of Spider’s toadies-just like the last one, and the pair before that. But as Spider said, he wasn’t interested in “mights and maybes.” He demanded proof. Crow knelt in the shadow of the cryptolith, the Lure already in his hands. There were recent Eliksni tracks in the fine blue sands; a dozen or so individuals. Nothing he couldn’t handle. He pulled a vial of condensed Ether from his belt and slotted it into the Lure. The concoction bubbled as it mixed with the soulfire inside the reservoir. Moisture beaded on the Lure’s thin metal casing. He drove the mount into a crack in the ground, adjusted the output, and watched as the thick pheromone mist rolled away from the Lure. He waved Glint over and the pair headed to a rocky vantage point. He tinkered with the compression on his modified Shotgun, placed it across his lap, and prepared himself for the worst part: listening to the cryptolith broadcast its malignant sermon. He felt the presence of the spire itch on his skin. Crow tried not to stare at the grotesque totem as it twisted and hummed, but he felt profoundly uncomfortable when its pulsing light was out of his sight. It was as if he was being hunted. Crow adjusted his weapon sights again as his silent vigil continued. He felt the stress beginning to wear on him. Waves of throbbing pressure emanated from the tower. His eyes ached. He concentrated on his breathing. Glint flew to a nearby boulder to scan an interesting patch of lichen and Crow closed his eyes, trying to quell the nausea building inside his head. Hushed whispers surrounded him. He felt as though something reached out and caressed his chest, just above his heart. The scent of perfume, soft and familiar… “Crow,” Glint said. Crow’s eyes snapped open. “I see them.” A group of Eliksni Wrathborn were approaching the Lure. One among them wore the telltale quills of the House of Spider. Their movements were uncoordinated but had the troubling strength granted by subservience to Xivu Arath. “They’re already gone,” Crow said bitterly. The Wrathborn came upon the cryptolith. They were distraught, ranting. Their fury was rising. They lifted their voices in harsh clicking speech and tore at the ground around the Lure with their otherworldly power. One passed Crow’s perch, and he could see it: cloudy eyes, slavering jaws, an aura of wrath shimmering around it like a heated haze. It charged toward the rest and its rhythmic howls of rage joined theirs. “They’re chanting,” Glint whispered, his curiosity forcing him to peek at the growing horde. “The syntax is garbled, but I could translate-” “Don’t,” Crow said. “Please.” He looked down the sights of his weapon and started his work. Discover More Weapons Here
No Time to Explain
No Time to Explain Lore: A single word etched onto the inside of the weapon’s casing: Now. Novarro’s timeline analysis indicates the weapon is the fabled Exo Stranger’s Rifle, enhanced at a future point in this continuity and then sent back to this present… …on Europa. Late Golden Age. Deep inside a secret lab. “Which window?” “3025, Dr. Bray.” “I thought we’d run out of possibilities there?” “We had… and then a new one popped up.” “Austen-1, how is that possible?” “We don’t know. We still don’t understand how any of this works. It’s highly volatile and uncontro-” “Have we pinpointed the weapon’s exact location?” “…More or less. Elsie-1 is supposed to attempt retrieval tonight.” “We can’t risk the window closing before then. I’ll be going this time.” “But last time, those things in the sky almost killed you.” “And now I know how they work. That’s half the battle.” The old man gears up and enters a strange metallic pod made from Vex parts. Austen-1 stands at a distance from the pod, typing “April 10, 3025” into a console. “All right, Dr. Bray. You’re a go in 3… 2… 1…” A burst of light. An icy wasteland. What stood pristine moments prior is now dark, old, and falling apart, as if centuries have passed. Clovis wades through the wreckage and comes to a frozen, deserted battlefield littered with human, Exo, Vex, and alien bodies. He reaches down and brushes snow from one of the alien bodies, lifting one of its many arms. “Fascinating…” A piercing whir emanates from somewhere in the distance—Clovis looks up and sees a black and red ship floating in the air. It stops above the battlefield and emits a bright red light, scanning the area as if searching for something. Clovis slowly pulls a device from his pocket. He presses a green button, and the screen lights up, showing a blinking dot a few yards away. Very close to where the ship itself now searches. He grabs a dead Exo and opens a panel on its arm, tinkering before closing it with care. He quickly sneaks away, and in seconds, the Exo explodes, drawing the attention of the ship. He sprints across the battlefield towards where it was searching only moments ago. Using his device again, Clovis scans the ground until the blinking light goes solid. He digs into the snow until he hits something. He pulls it up halfway-a rifle, shining like new, etched only with one word: Now. Clovis attempts to fully free the weapon. But it’s stuck; attached to something. He pulls harder, revealing an entire dead Exo, hand wrapped tightly around the grip. He takes a good look at its face and gasps. “Elisabeth…?” The whirring sound reaches Clovis’s ears again, pulling him out of his stupor. The ship heads right towards him. Clovis pries the gun from Elsie’s rigid hand and sprints back the way he came, diving into his pod and activating it just as the ship fires on him. A burst of light. “You could have been killed,” says a familiar voice. “Instead, I got you a gift, Elisabeth,” Clovis responds, catching his breath and dusting himself off. “One down, an infinite number left to go. It better have been worth it.”He looks into her eyes and musters a half-hearted smile. “We’ll make it so.” Discover More Weapons Here
Hawkmoon
Hawkmoon Lore: Stalk thy prey and let loose thy talons upon the Darkness. What is this feeling? I did not ask for it. I do not understand it. I do not want it. The Crow is so carefree in his ignorance. The bonfire’s glow lights up his pale features and I am drawn to the hope in his gold eyes. Where is the despairing child I anticipated? He drinks from an open bottle of wine against the recommendation of his Ghost. The Guardian encourages him and they are laughing. This celebration is maddening; neither have reason to be so jubilant. Their world is ending and they thrash like dying creatures in the final light of collapsing stars. They do not seem to acknowledge the futility of their existence, the impermanence of it in the face of cosmic annihilation. Now the Guardian is drinking, standing close to the fire. Their Ghost, too, encourages them not to partake. They poison themselves for the enjoyment of it. I am reminded of my sisters. Of moments spent by lapping shores, gazing up at infinite stars full of possibilities and wonder. I am left yearning. What is this feeling? I do not understand it. I do not want it. They are celebrating their victory over the Taken. The Crow is making a gun shape with his hand, swinging the nearly empty bottle of wine around in the other like a Sword. The Guardian looks pensive, sitting on a rock by the fire, contemplating the secret they are keeping. The Crow notices, but tries not to show it. He wants the Guardian’s spirits to be lifted. He wants to be supportive, so that they may share in their triumphs together. As equals. I am reminded of my home. I am reminded of the warmth of the sun and the embrace of my family. I am reminded of my father’s face. I am reminded of everyone I betrayed. All the blood spilled in the name of immortality. The warmth of the sun burns me with its memory. What is this feeling? I do not want it. The fire has nearly died. The Crow fell over and cannot stand, though he insists he is fine. The Guardian is turning the embers with the tip of their Sword. The Ghosts are talking to one another in quiet conspiracy. The celebration has ended, but I can sense their emotions are mixed: complex and myriad things, when a simple, singular focus would suffice. There is a growing kinship here. Against better judgment. What is this feeling? Discover More Weapons Here
Tomorrow’s Answer (Adept)
Tomorrow’s Answer (Adept) Lore: Could you please repeat the question? 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.
Commemoration
Commemoration Lore: A single word is etched inside the barrel: “Clovis-II-1.” 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.
Crowd Pleaser
Crowd Pleaser Lore: Give them what they came for. 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.
