Gambit Prime Suit

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Gambit Prime Suit
Specifications
Rarity:	Legendary
Class:	Hunter/Titan/Warlock
Availability
Sources:	The Reckoning

The Gambit Prime Suit was a series of Legendary Armor released in Season of the Drifter. Pieces could be acquired through The Reckoning activity through using a Synthesizer and Synths for one of the four roles. Depending on the tier, you can get either Illicit, Outlawed or Notorious versions of the armor.

Perks

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Item Description

"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.

Mask/Helm/Hood

"You value risk. You crave reward."

— Collector Set

"You pride yourself on your ability to kill."

— Invader Set

"You crave risk. You value reward."

— Reaper Set

"You pride yourself on your ability to protect."

— Sentry Set

Grips/Gauntlets/Gloves

"Let them fall. You will salvage what remains."

— Collector Set

"Let them run. You will hunt them where they hide."

— Invader Set

"Let them come. You will wield the scythe that culls them all."

— Reaper Set

"Let them rally. You will shatter their courage to fight."

— Sentry Set

Vest/Plate/Robes

"Compassion. Your heart beats with compassion."

— Collector Set

"Violence. Your heart beats with violence."

— Invader Set

"Honor. Your heart beats with honor."

— Reaper Set

"Courage. Your heart beats with courage."

— Sentry Set

Strides/Greaves/Boots

"You sprint nimble. Untouchable."

— Collector Set

"You hunt ruthless. Inevitable."

— Invader Set

"You rove vicious. Illimitable."

— Reaper Set

"You stand ready. Immovable."

— Sentry Set

Cloak/Mark/Bond

"When the end comes… Will you scrounge for him, [Hunter/Titan/Warlock]?"

— Collector Set

"When the end comes… Will you kill for him, [Hunter/Titan/Warlock]?"

— Invader Set

"When the end comes… Will you clear the way for him, [Hunter/Titan/Warlock]?"

— Reaper Set

"When the end comes… Will you defend him, [Hunter/Titan/Warlock]?"

— Sentry Set

Lore

Cloak

"I want out, man. I just want out." —A Dark Age drifter

**

He sat with men who went by the name "Dredgen" in a ritual at least one man had completed before.

Together, they heard whispers. They heard voices. A thousand. Maybe more.

He had always thought they had picked their name for themselves.

But they hadn't. The whispers had given it to them.

He would have found out either way, sooner or later.

Because in another lifetime, he would hear the Cabal Emperor describe his demigods with the same word.

Shadows.

Of Yor.

Of Calus.

Of nothing, as far as he was concerned.

Mark

"She was a snake." —A Dark Age drifter

**

The first time he met her, the starkest thing about her was her tattoo. A snake, coiled on her arm. He would remember that snake when he realized he needed a symbol to motivate the masses in another lifetime. For a game he called Gambit.

It was before the rise of the place humanity would come to call the Last Safe City. He was a true drifter floating from place to place like smoke. Some people had taken to calling him Drifter. He had many names, and he went by none of them.

She knew him then as Eli. And the second time he met her, he asked, "Would you like to dance before you go?"

"Not now," she had said.

"Wait, what did you think I said?" he asked.

"Would you like to dance?" she repeated.

"I would love to," he said, and stepped forward with his arms in the air.

She chuckled.

He paused.

"This has never worked before," he said.

He joined her in the Pilgrim Guard. They fought alongside each other. He saved her life. She saved his.

He was convinced she was his best friend.

He was wrong. One day, he never saw her again.

Not as she was.

Bond

Uh, okay. It's been a while since I sat down to do one'a these. Where was I?

My crew and I had been stuck in a prison of our own making, dying over'n over from the cold on a frozen rock out in the deep black. Hounded every day by the indigenous life that could erase our Light just by being near us. Life that we were hoping to capture, to help us end battles of Light versus Light.

But they were killin' us, one by one, robbing us of the Traveler's gift in sub-zero temps.

We each thought the others were to blame, somehow luring the creatures to camp during the night to claim victims. Could've just been bad luck. The place was riddled with beasts.

Even now, I couldn't tell you either way. It was dark, it was cold, for days, weeks, months.

Just as tensions between our group reached critical mass, on the other side of the system, Ghaul and the Red Legion took out the Traveler. Even out in space, it cost us our Light.

But we didn't know that. We all felt it, blamed each other without sayin' a word. I could see it in their eyes.

If I didn't draw, they would. So—ol' Drifter was the only one who walked out.

Final deaths. All of them.

To this day I don't know whether that planet, with its numerous monoliths, was meant to contain those beasts or breed them. Some of those morphs were caged. Some walked free as we did.

So. How'd I get from there to here? We had no ship. We had no way to contain those anti-Light creatures that had been the whole point of the trip in the first place.

And the craziest thing happened. My Ghost snapped. What do I mean by that? Let me step back:

I think all this time my Ghost was hoping I would fall in line, that I just needed time to take up the mantle of the Traveler. My re-birthright. But that had never happened. It took hundreds of years, but my Ghost finally flipped.

How? Well, our escape was all its idea: If we could modify its Light to replicate the energy effect of the monolith cages, it might be able to contain the creatures in the same way.

But we would need parts. Ghost parts. And we knew where we could get some.

The Ghosts of my former crew all fled as soon as their charges hit the dirt. So me'n mine, we hunted them.

And then it came time to perform the modifications.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked it. There were lasers all around us, scrounged from my crew's wrecked ship.

"Just make sure it works," it said.

So I began, sparks flyin' around me as I cut into its armor. If I died to the cold before I finished, all would be lost. It spoke over the din of the work.

"Hey. There's always hope. For what it's worth, I'm proud of you." It was the last thing my Ghost ever said, and the last lie it ever told.

The next morning, it was forever changed, but it had a brand new shell of armor, reinforced by the guts of five other Ghosts. Its eye was bright red. It could no longer speak.

The blue setting was still there, accessible whenever we needed it. But the red setting would save our lives. It was kit-bashed and jury-rigged, but it could replicate the energy of the cages. We froze every creature we came across, brought all of them onboard a new ship I cobbled together, now that we were free to explore that ice trap of a planet. It was a trashfire of parts I lovingly dubbed "The Derelict," a ship that I added to as I journeyed back towards home.

Ghost could now tap into spectrums of Light no one on Earth had yet seen. Spectrums beyond the Light. Don't get me wrong. I'm no herald of the Dark. This was a kit-bash job.

But it was a renaissance for us. Gambit banks, Motes of Dark, the Derelict. They were all innovated out of that red setting.

And that's when I suppose y'all met me.

I think it's time I got back to Gambit. You should, too.

—The Drifter to his Ghost, for posterity.

Appearance

• Destiny 2: Season of the Drifter (First appearance)