|Description||It's not over until the vast red artificial intelligence sings.|
|Rounds Per Minute||100|
|Bounce Direction||Tends Right|
|Season of the Risen |
Season Pass Reward.
|Monument to Lost Lights |
The Witch Queen Exotics.
|Grand Overture PvP Stats|
Perks - Curated Roll
- Wrath of the Colossus - Heavy slug launcher that charges, then fires full auto while the trigger is held.
- Hammer-Forged Rifling - Durable ranged barrel.
- Increases Range.
- Accurized Rounds - This weapon can fire longer distances.
- Increases Range.
- Omega Strike - Land hits with the slug launcher to load missiles,[Alternate Weapon Action] and then fire to launch several missiles in a volley.
- Hand-Laid Stock — This weapon is optimized for recoil control.
- Increases stability.
- Grand Overture Catalyst — Missile explosions will blind combatants. Those defeated by missile impacts then explode.
It's not over until the vast red artificial intelligence sings.
"So. You're the new guy." Ana Bray cracks a half smile. "Can't be worse than the last Psions that Red and I dealt with." She impatiently taps her heel on her workshop bench as the Psion hurriedly checks linkages and nodes on the neural coupling device around her head.
Words and images skip across Ana's mind like stones. "Remain calm. Even though you are defenseless, I do not possess a starship." A sound resembling laughter follows.
"Funny." Ana chuckles impatiently. "Okay! I've been setting this up for months. Are you done with the safety checks?"
Jinju flies by Ana and runs a scan over the engram. "Be nice."
A digital timepiece drains toward zero while the Psion inundates her mind with questions.
"My Light, Splicer tech, brain tubes. Yeah, I got it," Ana says. "Plug my brain into Red already and let's do this." Her voice quickens with excitement. The Psion finishes linking cables to a Splicer-tech receptacle housing Rasputin's engram and gives Ana an awkward thumb pointing up.
The Psion forms an interlocking image in her mind: a tangle of wires. Slowly, her perspective sifts through them and stops at a radiant center. She hears the words, 'Forgotten vestige, made remembered.'
"That's the plan, Pstan!" Ana exclaims. "Drop me in; I can already hear the Tchaikovsky." She stares down the ticking timer: 3… 2… 1…
Ana blinks. She stands in a vast thicket of thorn and rot. A warmth radiates from deep within the thicket.
Ana blinks. She presses through bramble as barbs draw blood. Her sense of self wavers. She finds her grip on a searing-hot spike, shifting her senses red like an adrenal rush.
Ana blinks. She kneels at the spike and rips it from the ground. A Valkyrie javelin is in her grasp.
Ana blinks. The thorned vines around her recoil and wither in the heat. She feels something within the javelin, faint and weak, but alive.
|Primary||Auto Rifles • Scout Rifles • Pulse Rifles • Hand Cannons • Submachine Guns • Sidearms • Combat Bows|
|Special||Shotguns • Grenade Launchers • Fusion Rifles • Sniper Rifles • Trace Rifles • Glaives|
|Heavy||Swords • Grenade Launchers • Rocket Launchers • Linear Fusion Rifles • Machine Guns|