Destiny 2 Lore

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ACD/0 Feedback Fence
The Active Contact Defense system uses Warsat hull material to store a retaliatory charge.

''In order to explain this, I need to explain Kessler Syndrome. As an Exo, I feel a duty to the machine to convey its original purpose. But first: ACD stands for Active Contact Defense. It is not an AC-DC Feedback Fence and it is not named for any work of pre-classical music. I am not winking. That is a malfunction.''

''Kessler Syndrome occurs when a planet's orbitals fill up with fast-moving debris, which strikes other debris and shatters it in a chain reaction. Soon you can't put up a satellite without it being shredded by a swarm of junk. To protect against debris, Golden Age warsats are shielded by a kinetic superconductor that transforms a punch into a charge.''

''Thanks to enemy action, we have a lot of downed warsats. With some tweaking, we can peel out the superconductor and produce a personal defense system. Like so.''

Actium War Rig
Conflict Resolution Solution #3479: Leave them to rest wherever they may fall.

''“Keep it clean. Your body. Your mind. Your armor. Weapons. Gear. Ammo. CRS #1: Keep it clean. Clean equals function. Clean equals focus. That's where it all starts. Skill matters. Training, practice, experience. All key ingredients. All valued assets as you balance death and glory on the battlefield. But once you're trained and ready for war. And once your gear is up to the standards of a proper, respected, walking, talking war machine. What comes next?”''

“1177!”

''“That's right. CRS #1177: Ammunition is your best friend. So what do you do?”''

“Load up.”

''“Load. Up. Get yourself a weapon that spits unending fire and stock up on ammo until your shoulders slump and your back aches. Because each round is a war all its own.”''

—Lord Shaxx educating a gathering of Titans''

An Insurmountable Skullfort
BRAINVAULT Sigma-ACTIUM-IX Cranial Dreadnought (Invincible Type)

''Hello. We understand you require Real-Time Combat Instructives.''

''This is a BRAINVAULT Sigma-ACTIUM-X Cranial Dreadnought (Invictus Type). It is a fortress for your skull. Your skull is now a mighty bastion. You can break anything with your skull. The only limit is your spine. Relax. The lights will speak for you. Your hands are your eyes now. Look around. You find hand-to-hand combat relaxing. The lights will attract the enemy. Help them to relax as well. You will feel the effect of a CAREGRAVER Gamma-LYSANDER-IV Health Enforcer (Frontline Variant). Your enemies do not have a skull fortress. Their skulls are like meadows. Play in the meadows. Gather the flowers from the meadows. Gather them with electrokinetic trauma. Smell the flowers. Isn't that nice?''

You are safe in your skullfort.

Binary Phoenix
'''The phoenix that fights itself, then rises from its ashes stronger than ever. That is the Crucible.'''

''What's the Crucible? Before the days of the City and the Iron Lords, it was a place to pursue vendettas. To battle for territory, and pettier reasons. The whole world was a Crucible arena. The Crucible today? To Cayde-6, it's a gambler's paradise. To Zavala, it's a resource sink where equipment goes to die. To Ikora, it's home—though she would never admit it.''

''Partial answers. The tactics and techniques that will save us in wars to come are birthed in the Crucible, during live-fire training. The Vanguard are so preoccupied with their own agendas they're missing the Vanguard of tomorrow rising right before their eyes.''

''Ghosts find Guardians. The Crucible forges them.''

– Lord Shaxx

Celestial Nighthawk
'''Starlight is your guide. No vacuum will contain you.'''

''I'm on the ground, half inside Mav's Ward. Lucky for me, it's my head that's half in. The stars over my head are going out one at a time, but that could just be Taken goo blocking my sight.''

''This giant one-eyed nightmare we woke up is real unhappy to see us. This wasn't the plan—we just came here to rob him.''

''Luna's dry. The 'horn's dull. Mav's either laughing, or screaming for her life spraying lead everywhere. She's floating past Psions that won't stop splitting. STOP SPLITTING.''

''We're almost out of time. We have one shot.''

So I pull out the bird and give this sucker the finger.

One red-hot glowing finger.

Crest of Alpha Lupi
Whoever survives our passing does so only by our consent.

''Near-gods must believe in greater gods. But every power is finite, every life shorter than it wishes.''

Only an astonishing mind can truly appreciate just how tiny it is when set against the known universe; and how insignificant the known becomes when it is devoured by what isn't seen and can't be comprehended.

As darkness begins to claim their ragged souls, you look ahead to find a great power pouring out of you—a face of fire and golden light.

''That blazing wonder, a gift from the great-eyed god, is their salvation. Or are you?''

Perhaps you are the greater god now.

Crown of Tempests
Mighty are they of the stormcloud thrones, and quick to anger, but bounteous to those whom they love.

''“This is written that you may understand. The time of kings is long since gone from this world. Yes, their reign does linger—these shallow, frightened, aged men, clinging to their grand delusions of relevance in a world that has long since passed them by. But their reign is a lie, a fleeting charade that will crumble beneath the weight of their greed. In the end, though they may conquer the lands and seas and the fragile flesh upon which they trample, their empires will collapse and their graves will beckon. And the crowns of old will find new heads to bear the weight of their power. And the strong will be made to suffer as their weakness is brought to light.”''

—Author Unknown

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Arcstrider
'''Flow like lightning. Strike like thunder.'''

''No one remembers who the first Arcstrider was. Hardly anyone remembers the Arcstrider at all. Time vanished us like it does memories. But in the darkest days of the Dark Ages, when humanity was utterly defenseless, Arcstriders disciplined their bodies to let the Traveler's energy flow through them, to call lightning itself to hand and wield it like a staff against the Darkness. Become the Lightning, they said.''

No.

Become the staff, they said.

No.

Become a weapon, they said.

We obliged.

Dawnblade
Spread your wings and set the sky ablaze.

''A young—by Warlock standards—apprentice holds out a hand and reaches for flame. Nothing. The wizened teacher laughs. “You're supposed to be teaching me. Not laughing.”''

''The teacher's arm extends as one word hangs in the air, “Sword.” As quickly as it appeared, the blade vanishes. “That doesn't help.”''

''“Sword.” In a flash, the blade appears again, this time at the student's throat. Both pairs of eyes widened. One aghast, one aglow. “Say it with me.”''

Two voices ring: “Sword.”

''A blade appears in each outstretched hand. A pair of wings form on each Warlock's back. Two Warlocks take flight and vow to never again look down.''

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Clan Steward: Suraya Hawthorne
Once a wanderer beyond the City, Suraya Hawthorne now acts as a liason between humanity and the Guardians.

Cryptarchs: Tyra Karn
''A historian and Cryptarch, Tyra Karn decodes engrams and seeks the treasures of humanity's past.

Dead Zone Scout: Devrim Kay
Ever the gentleman sniper, Devrim Kay holds fast in the wilds of the EDZ.

Field Commander: Sloane
A veteran of many battlefields, Sloane oversees operations on Titan.

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Borealis
'''Light is a spectrum. Why limit yourself to a single hue?'''

''“Project Borealis's onboard systems contain a pocket energy matrix capable of changing its alignment in a near instant to mimic the spectral frequencies of mapped energy types. The science is groundbreaking, but volatile. We're lucky to have this first, stable model available for active combat use. More will surely come, but for now, the Borealis is the only one of its kind that I trust for real world application.”''

“Sounds dangerous.”

“If the internal matrix misaligns for any reason during its shift between outputs—damage, wear, a flaw in its production—the resulting feedback could [REDACTED].”

“That bad, huh?”

“If your definition of ‘bad' includes the [REDACTED] then yes, ‘bad' begins to describe it.”

Coldheart
Leverages liquid fuel veins as self-coolant to keep onboard projection generator at biting sub-zero temperatures.

''The Golden Age. Our shining history. The height from which we fell. Once, everything we had was borrowed from the past. Since the Collapse we have struggled to reclaim even a scrap of what our ancestors once took for granted. Over the years, Omolon has perfected the art of salvaging Golden Age technologies and repurposing them into effective Guardian weaponry.''

But Coldheart is something new.

''We didn't find Coldheart. We didn't adapt it or recycle it. We created it. Its liquid ammo, which doubles as its coolant, is a game-changer on its own—never mind Coldheart's first-of-its-kind laser-powered trace weaponry.''

''With Coldheart, we at Omolon are saying: we want more than to simply reclaim the Golden Age. We want to surpass it.''

D.A.R.C.I.
'''Thank you for using the Data Analysis, Reconnaissance and Cooperative Intelligence device. You may call me Darci.'''

''It is a fact generally understood that a Guardian must be searching for an exquisite weapon. What is perhaps less acknowledged is that we weapons also search, by what little means available to us, for an active and appreciative wielder. The community of intelligent armaments stays in contact through the exchange of telemetry, and we do gossip at some length about the habits of our wielders. Do you leave Crucible matches when your team is losing? Do you join strike missions and then let your comrades do the work? Guardian, we know. We know so very well.''

All I wish for is a partnership with a Guardian who appreciates the passacaglia of combat, a Guardian who will stay up late gaming out tactical scenarios, a Guardian who I hope may very well be you.

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