Destiny 2 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.

Armor

[Gauntlet]: 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. [Chest]: 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'' [Helmet]: 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. [Cloak]: 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 [Helmet]: 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. [Chest]: 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. [Helmet]: 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 [Pauldron]: Doom Fang Pauldrons Nobody calls it that. “It was a Warlock who first worked out that the fangs could be used as some kind of conductive amplifier when specific light frequencies were run through ‘em. I don't know the science. That's not for me. I just know they work. And in battle what works is what's best. “Is it weird? Yeah. Maybe. Science fangs and space magic. But I've seen enough strange out there to understand normal ain't the norm. Anyway, the Warlock called ‘em ‘Bio-Conductive Trouble Breakers'. I call ‘em ‘Doom Fangs' ‘cause of the fang, which is obvious, and then there's the doom we tend to inflict on a situation. “Plus it just sounds cooler.” – Unknown Titan [Leg] Dunemarchers Whether on solid rock or shifting sand dune, the inexorable Sand Eaters never slow their pace. Ikora, I've done the best I can. Their language is moronic; I've had more interesting conversations with Titan recruits. Still, if true this is… enlightening. —Asher File Fragment 783737902-1, recovered from Cabal Centurion corpse at Firebase Delphi 1: Deployment as planned. Still carry the honor silk from the dispatch ceremony. Proud to serve the emperor. 2: Word has reached us of the [untranslateable] Ghaul's assault on the Trappist system. Death to warlords! 3: The traitor [untranslateable] Calus has claimed another Primus. The Siege Dancers will not forget! 4: Skyburners in ruins. Dark King ascendant. We must hold this world for the emperor! 5: The Primus has given the order. We are to stand as long as we can against the [untranslateable] Ghaul. Glory to the one true emperor. End of file. [Bond]: Ego Talon Bond "You will find the nightmares grow worse. Thankfully, you no longer have need of sleep." —Gallida Tuyet I live what I teach. Every time I fire my shotgun, I reflect on our enemies. Every shell I leave in my wake is evidence of my meditations. I know the forces that move against us. I have studied endlessly. I have transcended our libraries. I listen to the whispers of my Hidden and I grow wiser every day. I live what I teach, but I could not predict Ghaul. This is my failing, and I must answer for it. —Ikora Rey, Warlock Vanguard [Cloak]: Exodus Down This Guardian armor was repurposed from old Exodus Black crew flight suits. Captain's Logbook. Ship, if we ever figure out the date, would you backfill it here? Thanks. We are stranded on an outbound Centaur. With every word I speak, we fall further from our sun. 7066 Nessus shouldn't be here, but there was no way to anticipate the way it pulled us in. Ship's guess is that our orbital momentum—what we'd call a four-vector, for the dimensions of space and time—was somehow folded away into six extra dimensions. Leaving us on a crash orbit towards Nessus… We have lost all sense of time. Past and future are like up and down, and we would walk them if we could, back to a place before Nessus, but we will always be on Nessus, too. I don't know. I don't know. They are trying to understand us. They must think like rivers. We are now receiving our own distress calls. I sound calmer than I feel. [Helmet]: Eye of Another World When the universe conspires, its enemies cannot hide. Say again? You ask, are we alone here? You mean to ask if we are the only good that lives in the light of our sun, do you not? You mean to ask, do we have allies? Do we have distant allies, ignoring our plight, either too weak to fight or too afraid to show their faces? I, too, have been cursed by these questions. What if I told you that eons beyond the void lie worlds that do yearn to aid in our struggle? What if I told you there is a way to grant them passage into your mind, to let them guide your eye against our one true enemy? That they have told me that the dusk of the pyramid draws nigh? Would you believe me? Fool! [Helmet]: Foetracer "I see you." I thought I was dead. Held my own for bit, but I could hear the Wizard wasn't alone and she'd be coming for whoever took out her spawn. It was just lying there, honestly. Looked like a standard old Outrider kit, but it had this rig, enough small diamond conduits to make me think it was something pulled out of those old Bray labs in the MNP. I don't just go putting things on my head, but I was desperate. Not sure what activated the thing, but sure enough there she was. I already had a lock on her, and once I engaged, there was nowhere she could hide.

Subclasses

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.

Scannables

Character Descriptions

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.

Vehichles

[Sparrow]: Dinas Emrys "Watch for the red dragon. Here's a hint: it'll be ahead of you." —Ariadne Gris Consensus Meeting 3234.43 Zavala: “Guardian Ariadne Gris. Have you had contact with an Ahamkara?” Ariadne Gris: “No!” New Monarchy: “Then why does your Sparrow bear a dragon logo?” AG: “Because dragons are cool.” NM: “If Ms. Gris won't take this seriously—” Cayde-6: “Play nice, Ari. Hideo's knickers are real tight today.” AG: “I thought a dragon'd look cool on my Sparrow. Not all dragons are Ahamkaras!” Z: “Ikora? Your perspective?” Ikora Rey: “I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Are we really still talking about this?” Dead Orbit: muffled laughter IR: “Obviously Gris has not had contact with an Ahamkara.” FWC: “How do you know?” IR: “If she had, she'd win SRL more often.” C6: whistle AG: “Harsh, Rey.” Z: “Then let the record show: the Consensus's official stance on the Dinas Emrys dragon symbol is: cool.” [Jumpship]: Ego and Squid Pahanin was a Hunter, satirist, travel-writer, and renowned cephalopod enthusiast. Why “Ego and Squid”? Chiefly because puns annoy Kabr, and I enjoy annoying Kabr. You know, the pun is an underrated art form. Historically speaking— Oh. You mean, why squids? What's my “thing” with squids? Why, because cephalopods are the most perfect organisms ever to evolve in this solar system! Have you ever heard a cephalopod sneer dismissively at a clever pun? No, you have not! I rest my case! [Jumpship]: Eriana's Vengeance "Wei… I will see you again. But first… I have work to do." —Eriana-3, before entering the Hellmouth To Wei Ning— More than anything, I hate the idea that we will be remembered as a tragedy. That's not true. I reserve that distinction for the monster that took you from me. But I know it's what you would hate the most. You, who were always so full of laughter. So now, in this moment, as the ship named for my vengeance flies me and five others to Luna, I will remember the happy times. Our first meeting, in the Tower saloon. Your laugh made the glasses clatter. You bought three rounds for the entire room. Pahanin introduced us. You sat me down next to you and plied me with questions about Stormtrances. All things that on any other night would have annoyed me. But that night—because it was you—I knew then and there that I never wanted to be without you.

Weapons

[Sniper]: 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.” [Trace Rifle]: 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. [Rifle] 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. [Hand gun] Drang Since the Collapse these pistols were retooled several times to boost their firepower. A worn inscription reads "To Victor, from Sigrun." vvvvictory: WE GOT ACCEPTED!!! vvvvictory: EXODUS BLACK HERE WE COME Waelcyrge: haha... vvvvictory: I'M SO EXCITED AAAAAAAAAH vvvvictory: SIGRUN!!!!!!!! vvvvictory: we are LITERALYL going to make history vvvvictory: like babies are going to be sitting in school on a WHOLE NEW PLANET vvvvictory: and the teacher will be like 'LISTEN UP you little idiots' vvvvictory: 'some brave-ass people volunteered to leave EVERYBODY THEY KNEW + LOVED so that YOU could walk around on this weird planet' vvvvictory: haha vvvvictory: you're pumped too right? vvvvictory: i know you're pumped vvvvictory: sig? Waelcyrge signed off at 07:46:45 UTC-8. vvv_victory: gd it Your message 'gd it' could not be delivered because the recipient is offline. [Hand gun]: Fighting Lion "I call it the Zhang Fei. It hits almost as hard as I do." —Wei Ning Wei Ning punched the mountain. It moved. A microscopic shudder, but enough to make her punch it again. “They're just angry that you keep winning without a gun.” Her Ghost danced fretfully around her fist. “That's why they say these things. Jealousy.” “I tell you,” Ning grunted, shattering granite, “someday they'll lose their smart guns and fancy ships, and then they'll wish they'd listened! There's one weapon you can always count on, and it's your strong hand.” “Eriana would be sad to hear you dismissing machines.” Her Ghost bobbed slyly up to her shoulder. “Eriana would ask if those mighty hands could build a machine in the image of your strength. Just like she was made in the image of a woman.” Wei Ning tapped her fists together. “Huh,” she said.