The Recluse

The Recluse
Attributes
Season	6
Type	Submachine Gun
Slot	Energy
Ammo	Primary
Rarity	Legendary
Damage Type	Void
Archetype	Lightweight
Description	My bite will turn your sweet flesh to vile rot.
Statistics
Impact	15
Range	41
Stability	52
Handling	67
Reload Speed	35
Rounds Per Minute	900
Magazine	36
Zoom	13
Inventory Size	67
Aim Assistance	55
Recoil	100
Bounce Intensity	0
Bounce Direction	Tends Vertical

Acquisition
	From the Mouths of Babes Not available anymore.
	Monument to Lost Lights Legacy Gear.

The Recluse PvP Stats

The Recluse is a Legendary Submachine Gun.

Perks - Curated Roll

Intrinsic

• Lightweight Frame - Superb Handling. Move faster with this weapon equipped.

Sight / Barrel

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

Magazine / Battery

• Ricochet Rounds - Rounds ricochet off hard surfaces.
  • Increases Stability.
  • Slightly increases Range.

Trait 1

• Feeding Frenzy - Each rapid kill with this weapon progressively increases reload speed for a short time.

Trait 2

• Master of Arms - Kills with any weapon improve this weapon's damage for a short time.

Lore

An arrow whined out of nowhere. It drove through his shoulder, penetrating his armor as though it were paper, not plasteel.

No enemies on his tracker. So then where—

The second arrow hit harder than the first: straight through his other shoulder, skewering the joint. He twisted his head, saw the arrowhead protruding through his pauldron, chuckled humorlessly, looked through the trees. The asteroids of the Reef did not afford many hiding places, even those which had been terraformed to support plants and animals, so the shooter had to be—

The third arrow penetrated his thigh. He laughed aloud.

"Transmat?" his Ghost suggested, a quiet voice in his mind.

"No. They started this. I'll finish it."

Unable to lift any of his own weapons in defense, concerned that he might compromise his Ghost if he made any attempt to heal himself with the Light, Lord Shaxx began to limp toward the shooter's likeliest vantage.

This was the work of a ballista, he supposed. Dark Age weaponry. Nothing else could hit so hard.

As he tottered along, an Awoken woman in the near distance seemed to rise from the forest floor. She cast aside her camouflage and stood straight. He stopped to gawk. She was as tall as he was, if not taller. Her bow (just a bow! an ordinary bow!) was certainly taller.

"You're trespassing on Awoken territory, Guardian," she called to him. "Declare yourself."

"Who are you?" he asked, astounded.

"I am the Queen's Wrath. Declare yourself. I will not ask again." She raised her bow, drawing it to its full capacity.

He watched in amazement. It was just a bow. And she was just an ordinary Awoken woman! And yet! "You are a tempest," he replied humbly.

In the next instant, she killed him.

It was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Images

Weapon Ornaments

• Itsy-Bitsy Spider
• Necrosis

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