Traveler's Chosen (Exotic)

"All we have left now is our faith."

- Weapon description

The Traveler's Chosen is an exotic sidearm in the Season of Arrivals. It is aquired through the Exodus: Evacuation quest.

Perks
Intrinsic: Gathering Light - Final blows with this weapon grant stacks of gathering light. Hold [Reload]: Consume stacks, granting melee, grenade, and class ability energy based on the number of stacks.

Column 1: Sight - Quickdot SAS - Agile sidearm sight.
 * Greatly increases handling speed
 * Slightly increases stability

Column 2: Magazine - Armor Piercing Rounds - Rounds cause extra damage to combatant's shields and over-penetrate targets.
 * Slightly increases range

Column 3: Trait - Gift of the Traveler - Each stack of gathering light improves this weapon's reload, handling, and target acquisition.

Column 4: Stock - Short Action Stock - This weapon is especially easy to grip.
 * Greatly increases handling speed

Lore
All we have left now is our faith.

I push into my ossific den and he is there.

I see him looking over the side, toward his Traveler, head bent. He is speaking softly, but I can hear him. Anyone who was listening could.

He waits for a response and I do as well, tense, curious. He stands attentively, this loyal dog of a man. It is no time at all for me, but for him, the hours creep by in silence.

I am ready to choke the voice of his Traveler if it answers him, but there is nothing. He tightens his grip on the railing.

I feel something shift inside him and a new possibility presents itself.

Again, I press against the sockets. The net creaks softly with my eagerness.

Someone approaches and he turns his back to his Traveler. There is an exchange, obscured by the rubicund thrash.

He is given reports. Hope bleeds from him. He gives the messenger a token of his faith. They accept it without understanding its meaning.

He watches as they leave. There is a hollow place in his center. It is beautiful.

I return warily.

I do not see him, but I hear him. He speaks to all with a voice thick with grief.

I must learn how far I have been set back. I reach to him tentatively. Strength. I push—and feel only sweet, soft rot.

I am delirious with pleasure. It gave them no answers; it was a reflex, the spasm of dumb muscle.

A song of joy rises within me.

Trivia

 * This weapon an exotic version of the starting weapon, Traveler's Chosen (Damaged)

List of appearances

 * Destiny 2: Season of Arrivals