Ok after piecing together all of Drifter’s lore together I just thought about this. So after reading this [quote] "Nothing kills a Guardian faster than another Guardian." —The Drifter Yes, I wrote you a note. I want you to burn this in your memory. If you're wielding this gun, I've already told you all this and more. But I want you to keep it fresh in mind. I want you to have this. You may need it. You and I have done a lot together in this system, and I hope and pray we'll get to do a lot more. It'll be a lot safer with you wearin' one of these. It's the culmination of a lot of things. Long time ago I set out to find a replacement for a weapon called Thorn. This will never be that, but to me, it's better. We built it together. And all of us, with this in hand? Even the Man with the Golden Gun should have pause. Maybe we can't out-shoot him. Maybe he can't be out-shot. But if we all take our shot together? We don't have to beat him to it. He'll die, too. Remember this. For when the day comes. —The Drifter[/quote] First off let’s go to the part about this is a culmination of a lot of things if you don’t know let’s explain why that sentence matters Here is the lore of Drifter and what has seen [quote] "I had a crew once. My best friends. Which isn't saying much, trust me. They're all dead now. Almost to a man. So what does that mean for all you lil' Guardians out there who are my new best friends? Don't think about that one too hard. So there we were. On that cold hunk of ice with no name, just me and my crew. Everything peachy-keen. We discovered some kind of alien monolith, a facility left by the inhabitants of that planet long gone by then. But trapped inside was a creature. In a cage of some sort, frozen in ice. An exhibit? Was it some kind of zoo? Still not sure to this day. We should've brought a scientist. All we had were… well, guys who thought we looked tough in dark colors. During our long stay on that planet, we found many of those monoliths, each with their own captured creature. Anyway, this thing—the creature—looked like it shared common bioenergetics with the Hive, but there were no records then or since that I've ever seen of Humanity's encounters with them. And the creature had a property the Hive did not have. It produced a field that repressed Light—like a Darkness Zone, but contained to a gooey, vacuous form with no head. The anti-Light fields we had detected from orbit that spread across the planet? It was these things. Our ship's scanners indicated thousands of them were on this planet with us. We were ecstatic. In hindsight, we all could have done with a few less of 'em. My crew and I quickly learned that the creatures in the monolith facilities were not the only ones on that damn rock. Plenty of 'em roaming around out in the wild—where it was cold, but less cold than the frozen cages with the monoliths. How'd we find out? Well, one of us died in our sleep. Not that uncommon or tragic, actually. Happened a lot. Cold out there. Except this time, that fella's Ghost couldn't resurrect him. Turns out one'a those creatures just slithered by, and close proximity to it from inside our shelter just… silenced that poor bastard's Light. It was unfortunate, but it also lit a fire under us. The next morning, we realized we had a potential weapon on our hands that could change everything in battles of Light versus Light. We knew we had to find a way to get these creatures off their icy home—and we needed to find it fast. Despite our breakthrough, tensions were… a little high. Some of us thought it was awful convenient the creature wandered by and happened to take out only one of us. And so soon after, we realized their value. I mentioned tension was high among the crew in the last one, right? That's what I thought. Well, it got worse. Another one'a us died. In the exact same way, even after we took up residence in one of the monoliths. Idiot just froze to death, his Ghost too whacked out by Light repression to do anything about it. Died in his sleep. The others were not happy about it. I was not happy about it. We had been looking for a way to contain the creatures. The monoliths seemed to have some kind of freeze tech (if you could call it technology) that we could use if only we could replicate it—I'm a pretty savvy mechanic. We just couldn't figure it out. We started to blame each other. Someone must have lured one of those things near crew quarters. To this day, I still don't know for sure. Why kill just one of us? For what? It was more plausible that the creatures did it knowingly. A punishment for our intrusion. But there was no malice there that we could detect. Only biology. We were at our wit's end. A year on the planet, and we had been completely unable to capture or tame the creatures that had become our sole objective. They were our bane. Our ship had long been rendered useless by the extreme cold. We had all died a hundred thousand times over to the cold. I know you've all been in the Crucible. Played Gambit. This was worse. Much worse. Anyway. Four of us were left. We were raving psychos at this point. Only the four of us and the howling wind and icy slopes for company. The occasional scurrying, vacuous creature to argue about. One day, when we had settled in for the night in another monolith, something swept over the planet. I later learned it swept across the system. All'a you hearing this felt it. You were there at the source. All four of us lost our Light. And we knew it. We looked over at the monolith-creature in its frozen cage. It seemed to stare right back. I think I mentioned we're all raving psychos at this point. Well, we did what all measured raving psychos would do. We thought we each had been betrayed by the others. We drew on each other. To this day, I'm not sure how many of those guys drew intending to kill, but I'll tell you this. I was the only one who walked out. The creature in that monolith watched it all. When it was over, I stuck a finger straight up at it. It was just me now. How'd I get from there to here? Maybe I'll get to tell that story someday. We'll see if my Gambit makes it that far."[/quote] So that’s his lore and now let’s talk about Gambit and Motes of Dark. [quote] Drifter held the Mote of Dark up to them. "This, though. It's something special. I made 'em. And you've seen the things you can do when you find even a handful of 'em. Think long and hard about it." Drifter slung the launcher back on his shoulder and turned to leave without looking back. "Stick with me long enough, and I'll show you what the dark can really do."[/quote] [quote] Well. That didn't go as planned, but your Guardians rallied and saw it through, and the Drifter did his best to fill them in on the sudden… change-state he dropped on 'em. "I was seconds from rushin' in and toasting him, but he handled the situation and set the teams up to finish the match. To be honest… I thought it would all go much worse. What concerns me is… he'd never mentioned the word "Primeval" before. Not once. And that's a problem for obvious reasons. "Tearing soldiers of the Deep from another realm is crossin' a bridge too far as is. But those beasts? Those weren't normal Taken possessed and set to rage. They were born of that shadow realm and they were… angry. Worse. They were hungry for the Light. You could feel it. Even a ways off. Their aura and their rage weighed on me—cast a shadow I could feel in my core. "That he kept them from us is unsettling. "He says it was a necessary deception. I put my gun to his head and asked if there were any others he'd mind sharin'. He just laughed, as he does, twiddlin' that coin of his, and smiled that winners' smile. Told me to take a load off. I almost shot him then and there. "He said we'd never have agreed to let him run his competition if we'd known the full extent of the danger. He's not wrong… probably. But it's hard to move forward knowing the thing we've known all along is true… "The Drifter can't be trusted. "Yet what choice do we have? Again, the risks are justified by the promise of the ends. "I leave it all in your capable hands. I'll be watching. My presence only muddies the waters, so I'll be watchin' from afar. If we're lucky… this Gambit will draw the interest of the rest of his old crew, and the Shadows will make themselves known. 'Til then, I'll return to the hunt, see if I can cut 'em off at the pass, wherever it may be. "Oh. Before I forget—and at the risk of repeatin' myself—keep my real name off your lips. He don't know my face, but he sure as hell knows my name. This all goes sideways otherwise." —A Renegade's Observations of a Drifter[/quote] Ok so with that there let’s get down to what Malfeasance really is.. Malfeasance to me with all of these facts is a true weapon formed from Darkness. (Touch was not a pure weapon as it was formed from calcified fragments which was really Darkness but hive energy. But Malfeasance isn’t made from fragments but pure Motes of Darkness that if used in a way can summon Pure Taken “Primevals” if you don’t get the connection just think about the quest the only way to get it is to kill a Primeval in Gambit by Summoning it with Motes of Darkness. Drifter even states that he believes the Dark to be a reliable source of power when he says Let me show what the dark can really do.. So with that I truly believe that the Malfeasance is just one of the many weapons of dark that the Drifter will be designing. (P.S the Renegade mentions that tearing soldiers from the Deep how did he know that they were from the deep and how did he come to know about the deep anyway)