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由Spectre-Eighteen編輯: 11/6/2019 5:15:35 AM
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Exotic Kinetic Trace Rifle from Drifter

Kinetic Trace Rifle Name: Lux Repulsa Impact: 85 Range: 35 Stability: 35 Handling: 50 Reload Speed: 60 Rounds Per Minute: 120 Magazine: 50 “Here, made this for ya. Keep it frozen, and whatever you do, DO NOT break the glass.” — The Drifter. Intrinsic Perk — Monolith Shard: This weapon fires an unstable but highly powered sterile neutrino beam that grows substantially weaker the longer it fires. Legendary Trait — Anti-Field: Firing this weapon multiple times at an enemy will build up unstable energy that suppresses abilities and reduces their health regeneration speed. 10x stack will stagger, pierce, and disrupt the target. Exotic Catalyst — Red Setting: Grants a brief period of increased stability and accuracy on initial trigger pull. This weapon requires less of a cool-down in between shots. Lore: “Here, made this for ya. Keep it frozen, and whatever you do, DO NOT break the glass.” — The Drifter. The Drifter slowly walks along the transmat zone. In his hand he holds his silent ghost with its little red eye that never moves. “This one.” Drifter hold his ghost up to the one of the frozen slabs behind the zone. He places the ghost against the frozen glass, suddenly the red light turns blue and the ghost shivers, almost yawns as if it had been asleep, “Wha—?” Suddenly the frost begins to split and fall as the glass rumbles. Drifter feels the eye of his ghost turn in his hand, still pressed against the glass. “You!” The ghost shouts. Suddenly the glass shatters. Only a pillar of ice keeps the ghost from touching the black goo within. The Drifter feels a stabbing pain in his chest, trying to brace himself against the wall for support, he falls to his knees. There is a crack in the ice. A single black tendril begins to pull itself forward and towards the Drifter. “Now!” The Drifter shouts. His ghost turns red and emits a high squeal. The tendril suddenly shoots for the Drifter’s head. Not three inches from the Drifter’s face, it is frozen in a jagged point. The Drifter stands and looks to his ghost. “Sorry, buddy.” He looks to the tendril, grabs it in his fist and snaps it off from the ice block. “Perfect.”

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