Concerto/Rising

This article contains information from the Destiny: Rising universe, and is not a part of the established Destiny canon.

Concerto
Production overview
Rarity class:	Exotic
Weapon type:	Sidearm
Archetype:	Impact
Stability:	83
Handling:	62
Reload speed:	42
Magazine:	32
Specifications
Ammunition type:	Primary
Rate of fire:	450 RPM
Damage:	60
Precision multiplier:	1.3
Range:	33

"Seeking order in chaos, marking it, then creating continuity."

Concerto is an Exotic Sidearm in Destiny: Rising.

Perks

Traits

• Cadenza: Final blows grant Cadenza, increasing this weapon's damage by 20%. Stacks 4x. Dying clears all stacks. Landing final blows while Cadenza is active fully reloads this weapon.

• Concertino: When Cadenza is active, swapping to your Power weapon automatically fill its magazine and transfers up to 2 Cadenza stacks to it.

Exotic Catalyst

• Concerto Catalyst: The damage from final blows is increased from 20% to 25%.
• Catalyst Band 01: This weapon can deal up to 40% additional damage to targets at close range.
• Catalyst Band 02: The damage bonus from final blows is increased from 25% to 30%.

Catalysis Boost

• Catalysis I
  • Range: +8
  • Magazine Capacity: +2
• Catalysis II
  • Stability: +8
  • Weapon Hit Damage Bonus: +6%
• Catalysis III
  • Handling: +10
  • Reload Speed: +10
• Catalysis IV
  • Range: +8
  • Weapon Hit Damage Bonus: +8%
• Catalysis V
  • Stability: +8
  • Weapon Hit Damage Bonus: +8%
• Catalysis VI
  • Magazine Capacity: +2
  • Weapon Hit Damage Bonus: +10%
• Catalysis VII
  • Handling: +10
  • Reload Speed: +10
  • Weapon Hit Damage Bonus: +10%

Lore

"And my vanquisher will read that book, seeking the weapon, and they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going."The following is a verbatim transcription of an official document for archival reasons. As the original content is transcribed word-for-word, any possible discrepancies and/or errors are included.

Seeking order in chaos, marking it, then creating continuity.

Right at the twentieth rotation cycle after the Huygens entered Saturn's orbit, Lin Qin and I had the privilege of observing the aurora. At that moment, Saturn looked like a giant eye overlooking the infinite darkness. Fortunately, it wasn't looking at me. No one could stay sane under a gaze like that.

Lin Qin was itching to get down there after that. She'd been chatting for who knows how long with her friends down there on a private channel from the ship. Her cousin's a big shot in Cassini's Cloud City-01, and her college roomie's the star cellist in Cloud City-04's orchestra. I've dedicated fourteen years of my life sleeping to come to Jupiter to record some sounds, but the person who'd endure more than a decade of snoozing to come to a floating city that's moving at a sonic speed, only to play the cello in a freezing storm? That's a whole new level of madness.

Lin Qin really rolls with a wild crowd.

The day before we were set to drop into Cloud City-01, the captain told everyone to come to check out the view from the window. It was a hexagon-shaped whirl—an eyewall cloud that only appears once in a blue moon. Each side of that thing was over twenty thousand kilometers long. Something like that takes ten and a half hours to spin, like the loom of fate that never stops turning. Maybe the Traveler was so taken by the beauty of this thing formed through the universe's unknowable rules, it just decided to glide by it without interfering with it one bit. God, I hate being stuck in this vacuum-sealed fishbowl, with that loom spinning… Whose fate are they threading, anyway?

I've put off the landing, and Lin Qin is somewhat upset about it. She's set to land on Cloud City-01 same time tomorrow, with or without me.

Getting ready for bed, I instinctively put on my sound pick-up headphones—the universe is too quiet, and I need some rhythm to find leverage points in this huge, fragile drifting bottle. Maybe it's the smoke detector's pulse, or the noises of someone using the visitor center's hovervator late at night, or it could be the sound of the service droid's Mecanum wheels passing by my door… Any of these sounds could become samples in my future compositions. Or maybe they'll amount to nothing.

But I heard it. That other sound. Nightmares ensue. That immense ocular orb above pivots toward me.

You can hear it. It speaks.

Lin Qin left the Huygens the next day. She's blocking my messages.

That voice has started to revisit my nightmares, maintaining a waveform of 9 to 22 hertz, constant like some ritualistic chant. Malicious, mocking those who try to glimpse the truth of the world.

It belongs to you, it whispers softly. None can take it away.

I'll be the first, I reply.

When I regain my senses, I'm manually operating the emergency drop pod, speeding through the solid ammonium hydrosulfide clouds. Below is endless cerulean, occasionally lit by streaks of beige lightning. Ice pellets pound the pod's shell, like a wild drummer in the middle of a solo.

My body trembles involuntarily, my breathing difficult.

I'm here. I might have shouted that out loud, but I can't tell. The screeching alarm drowns out everything.

That will be my next song—my masterpiece.

Appearance

• Destiny: Rising (First appearance)