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- "Draw, O Coward!"
- — Weapon description
The Palindrome is a Legendary Void Hand Cannon first appearing in Destiny: Rise of Iron as a Crucible item drop. In Destiny 2: Season of the Chosen the item became available once more through Nightfall strikes. A fan favorite, The Palindrome was particularly popular for PvP activities late in Destiny 1's life cycle and continued to be a formidable weapon upon its return in Destiny 2.
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- Adaptive Frame: A well-rounded grip, reliable and sturdy.
- Magazine Perks
- Extended Mag: This weapon has a greatly increased magazine size, but reloads much slower.
• Greatly increases magazine size • Greatly decreases reload speed
- Appended Mag: This weapon's magazine is built for higher capacity.
• Increases magazine size
- High-Caliber Rounds: Shots from this weapon knock the target back farther.
• Slightly increases range
- Ricochet Rounds: Rounds ricochet off hard surfaces.
• Increases stability • Slightly increases range
- 1st Slot Perks
- Overflow: Picking up Special or Heavy ammo reloads this weapon to beyond normal capacity.
- Bottomless Grief: While you are the last living member of your fireteam, each takedown refills your magazine.
- Outlaw: Precision kills greatly decrease reload time.
- Quickdraw: This weapon can be drawn unbelievably fast.
- Killing Wind: Final blows grant increased mobility, weapon range, and handling for a short duration.
- 2nd Slot Perks
- One for All: Hitting three separate targets increases damage for a moderate duration.
- Thresh: Killing combatants with this weapon generates a small amount of Super energy.
- Rampage: Kills with this weapon temporarily grant increased damage. Stacks 3x.
- Rangefinder: Aiming this weapon increases its effective range and zoom magnification. Increased projectile velocity while aiming Rocket Launchers and Grenade Launchers.
Yirix waited. She watched her prey cut slaughter through the EDZ. She watched every weapon and muscle break against their Light. She watched her prey's little Ghost snicker with glee at the death of dozens. Bleak humor to the undying.
They had exercised the same nonchalance as the Almighty bore down to exterminate their parasitic City: Guardians huddled in droves, their eyes trained skyward to watch the destruction of Amtec's vengeance, as if it were some celebratory spectacle.
Yirix and her conclave would not let that revenge be swept aside so easily. They remembered Amtec's words. They remembered the brief hope the Sundial had shown them, and they remembered the name trailed in curses and woe. Although she and her sisters could not hope to destroy a city, they could kill the man who commanded it.
She refocused her eye on the Guardian as it loaded a new cylinder into a crude metal cannon. Her trigger finger twitched in contempt as she looked upon the bodies of the Cabal she had used to lure this Guardian into the open. Yirix had once thought of Human strategies like hidden blades: cowardly and unwilling to engage in anything but guerilla warfare and decapitations of leadership. Watching the Legion disintegrate after Ghaul's death had revealed truer interpretations. Victory cares not for honor, and headless foes cannot resist.
Yirix fired and the Guardian dropped.
"Well placed." The words rippled through her mind as another Psion stepped from concealment behind Yirix. The Psion handed Yirix a new firearm—different from her longbore headhunter. It was lined in silver-colored magnetic rails that hissed with Arc charge. "The carrion Light will reveal itself in time."
"We will wait," Yirix rippled back.
In time, a small Ghost compiled into existence. Yirix waited as the Ghost circled its Guardian. She waited for the Light to build within it. She waited until her target was sure that its actions could lead to nothing but resurrection, and then she fired. The stunned Ghost fell.
Joy filled her mind. "It is effective," she thought.
"Ghaul was no fool," her subordinate rippled in response.
Yirix snorted at the name. "This is not his credit. Ghaul did not invent this technology, but we will learn from his failure."
"Dispose of them. Use its primitive gun. We cannot leave any trace that may lead them back to us."
"It is done," her subordinate thought, acting on Yirix's orders. "We are Amtec's vengeance."
Yirix finished her sister's sentiment. "…and while she struck from the sun, we strike from the shadow."