Fafnir

Fafnir
Attributes
Season	29
Type	Linear Fusion Rifle
Slot	Power
Ammo	Heavy
Rarity	Exotic
Damage Type	Void
Archetype	Quantum Nova
Description	"Buck, what you've got down there is an interdimensional dragon." —Gen. Sam Galloway
Vendor	Tenet of Bravery
Statistics
Impact	70
Range	50
Stability	43
Handling	22
Reload Speed	27
Charge Time	1066
Magazine	3
Zoom	18
Aim Assistance	65
Airborne Effectiveness	14
Recoil	33

Acquisition
	Monument of Triumph

Fafnir PvP Stats

Fafnir is a Exotic Linear Fusion Rifle.

Perks - Curated Roll

Sight / Barrel

• Hammer-Forged Rifling - Durable ranged barrel.
  • Increases Range.

Magazine / Battery

• Projection Fuse - Distance optimizations.
  • Increases Range.

Trait 2

• Hand-Laid Stock — This weapon is optimized for recoil control.
  • Increases stability.

Lore

"Buck, what you've got down there is an interdimensional dragon." —Gen. Sam Galloway

The yellow warning light gave way to green, and Director William 'Buck' Moffat's knees creaked as he entered containment with a slice of cake. At the far end of the room was a massive empty frame, the air inside thick like desert heat. He offered four pencils on the ground before it. "Figured I'd sneak away from the party to say goodbye. You be polite to my replacement; he's trying to build you a body. Like a real boy." Moffat took his regular seat. "Comprehension confirmation: What is your name?" The pencil on the far left turned to silvery striated lithium. "Confirmed. Last chance, Lee." Two objects blinked into existence on the ground in response. Lee always gave back two: one of hers, one of his. A varsity jacket gifted to Teresa Kierczynski, and Dr. Davis's gardening journal. Moffat had memorized the objects that disappeared when they did—his briefcase, her car, the USS Hornet—and seethed over decades as Lee would drip-feed them back. Twenty years talking to the elevated gravity levels in the basement, and all Lee would do was rummage around its lost and found. He fell quiet. "I failed them…" Moffat nudged the jacket. YERO. A mix of sadness, sentiment, and nostalgia moved him to ask one last time. "…will you send them something for me?" The second pencil turned to carbon, a yes, and Moffat's shoulders unstooped as he sat straight the hell up.His hand trembled as he held up his plate. He willed his voice calm, "Can you give them this?" The chocolate cake slice, the words '-etirement, Buck!' in icing, paper plate, and fork vanished from his hand. He inhaled sharply. Tears slicked his cheeks, and Director Moffat beseeched the kidnapper in the basement with a wavering plea, "Tell them I tried."

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