Third Iteration

Third Iteration
Attributes
Season	27
Type	Scout Rifle
Slot	Energy
Ammo	Primary
Rarity	Exotic
Damage Type	Void
Foundry	?????
Archetype	?????
Description	The first with congruity.
Statistics
Impact	60
Range	+7 42
Stability	+12 51
Handling	+5 54
Reload Speed	59
Rounds Per Minute	200
Magazine	16
Zoom	19
Aim Assistance	72
Airborne Effectiveness	24
Recoil	77

"42" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 7.

"51" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 12.

"54" can not be assigned to a declared number type with value 5.

Acquisition
	Rewards Pass

Third Iteration PvP Stats

Third Iteration is a Exotic Scout Rifle.

Perks - Curated Roll

Sight / Barrel

• Smallbore - Dual strength barrel.
  • Increases Range.
  • Increases Stability.

Trait 2

• Composite Stock - This weapon has a versatile dual-purpose stock.
  • Slightly increases Stability.
  • Slightly increases Handling Speed.

How to Obtain

Detailed explanation on how to acquire Third Iteration

Lore

The first with congruity.

Alone in his tent, Louis undresses until he's down to his underclothes and his old man's watch.

Even now, magnetism is buzzing in his skin, achingly far from Human. (Did the prior two Emissaries feel this way?)

He misses visiting his mother in summer, in the town whose name he borrowed. He misses fishing with his brother. His sister-in-law's paintings, his nephew's jokes, his niece's smile, the baby who shares his ears. Most of all, he misses returning from the lake for a meal that could only be made in their house, that could only be made by them. No one but the Yeros know the preciousness of walleye ceviche.

Louis sits with his face in his hands. They are gone, qué Diosito los tenga en su santa gloria, and he is here.

Grief and eternity ringing in his ears, his eyes lose focus, and briefly, he Sees.

His niece and nephew are playing in a yard full of fireflies. He hears Ben's laugh intermingling with his own. A loon wails in the distance, and leathery smoke curls into the air.

Louis bolts to standing.

A thousand years ago is also right now, and in this infinite heartbeat, his loved ones are dead, and they are also alive. 'Time is not linear,' sing Louis's electrons. 'You will always be with your family on a patio in July.'

The vision ends, and Louis lets out a long shaky breath, filled with awe. As he does, his feet silently lift off the ground.

He startles for a moment, then surrenders, a mad grin on his face. There are miracles at intersections. Nine and Human. Dead and alive. Lime and pike.

He leans forward for his glasses and pants and puts them on in midair, every atom in his body searing neon, and drifts out of his tent into Kepler's indigo night. Light catches on Louis's glasses as he rises, his bare feet a meter from the ground, and he tilts his head toward the stars.

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