Oxygen SR3

Oxygen SR3
Attributes
Season	6
Type	Scout Rifle
Slot	Energy
Ammo	Primary
Rarity	Legendary
Damage Type	Solar
Foundry	Omolon
Archetype	Precision
Description	Fight on. You're still breathing.
Statistics
Impact	62
Range	50
Stability	51
Handling	47
Reload Speed	50
Rounds Per Minute	180
Magazine	16
Zoom	20
Inventory Size	54
Aim Assistance	67
Recoil	60
Bounce Intensity	40
Bounce Direction	Tends Right

Acquisition
	Redeployment Not available anymore.
	Monument to Lost Lights Legacy Gear.

Oxygen SR3 PvP Stats

Oxygen SR3 is a Legendary Scout Rifle.

Perks - Curated Roll

Intrinsic

• Precision Frame - This weapon's recoil pattern is more predictably vertical.

Sight / Barrel

• Polygonal Rifling - Barrel optimized for recoil reduction.
  • Increases Stability.

Magazine / Battery

• Accurized Rounds - This weapon can fire longer distances.
  • Increases Range.

Trait 1

• Dragonfly - Precision kills create an elemental damage explosion.

Trait 2

• Meganeura - Dragonfly deals more damage based on the number of precision hits dealt beforehand.

Lore

Scarves of mist gusted through the Tower bazaar. It was quiet: The civilians had taken shelter hours ago when the rain was coming down in earnest, and most Guardians still awake had congregated in the Courtyard.

Zavala and Ikora sat together on a wooden trellis, legs dangling, soaked to the bone, looking out at the City lights below.

"Aunor leaked about a dozen documents today," Ikora said.

Despite himself, Zavala smiled. "Did she?"

"I managed to redact a few, but. She embedded the rest in your manifests."

"She reminds me a lot of you."

Ikora nodded, then leaned back to look up at the rain as it fell. "Yes. I agree."

Rain beaded on the tip of Zavala's nose. He raised his hand to brush it away, keeping his gaze fixed steadily on the City. "What would you have me do?"

"Nothing. She's mine to manage, and… She's not a child. None of them are, Zavala. We owe them all more than we're giving."

"Yes…" he agreed, then added gently, "But they owe us more than they're giving, too."

Ikora chuckled dryly. "Yes. Of course. The benefit of the doubt. And compassion. But." She squinted against the rain. "Our feelings don't matter right now. We need to be people they want to follow, not people they mistrust and want to fight."

"Respect is mutual," Zavala said, "but I agree." He took a deep breath, looking up at the belly of the Traveler: present but inert. Completely, maddeningly, heartrendingly inert. "We will be better. This will pass."

Ikora closed her eyes.

They were quiet a while.

"I wish Cayde were here," she whispered.

Zavala set his hand on Ikora's knee and swallowed a knot in his throat. "Me, too."

Images

Weapon Ornaments

• Perfluorocarbon

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