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|image= [[File:Tarnished Mettle.jpg|350px]] | |image= [[File:Tarnished Mettle.jpg|350px]] | ||
|manufacturer= | |manufacturer=[[Fallen]] | ||
|style= | |style= | ||
|class= [[Legendary]] | |class= [[Legendary]] | ||
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|affiliation= | |affiliation=Old Crews | ||
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{{Quote|Survival is the better part of valor.|Weapon description}} | {{Quote|Survival is the better part of valor.|Weapon description}} | ||
'''Tarnished Mettle''' is a [[Legendary]] [[Arc]] [[Scout Rifle]] introduced in [[Season of Plunder]]. It can be obtained by completing [[Ketchcrash]] or [[Expedition|Expeditions]]. | '''Tarnished Mettle''' is a [[Legendary]] [[Arc]] [[Scout Rifle]] introduced in [[Season of Plunder]]. It can be obtained by completing [[Ketchcrash]] or [[Expedition|Expeditions]]. | ||
==Perks== | ==Perks== | ||
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'''SURVIVAL IS THE BETTER PART OF VALOR.''' | '''SURVIVAL IS THE BETTER PART OF VALOR.''' | ||
Vrisk had been lying under his crewmate's corpse for the better part of an hour. His body ached from lack of [[Ether]], but he dared not pull from his rebreather for fear of discovery. | [[Vrisk]] had been lying under his crewmate's corpse for the better part of an hour. His body ached from lack of [[Ether]], but he dared not pull from his rebreather for fear of discovery. | ||
Besides, if he survived, there would be enough to sate his hunger a dozen times over. | Besides, if he survived, there would be enough to sate his hunger a dozen times over. | ||
He and Krilix had been calibrating the landing struts on the crew's [[Ketch]] when the ambush hit. A long-range scout rifle slug punched through Krilix in the opening salvo, ripping a fist-sized hole in his chest. He fell on top of Vrisk in a heap of gore as a barrage of gunfire rained down on their position. | He and [[Krilix]] had been calibrating the landing struts on the crew's [[Ketch]] when the ambush hit. A long-range [[scout rifle]] slug punched through Krilix in the opening salvo, ripping a fist-sized hole in his chest. He fell on top of Vrisk in a heap of gore as a barrage of gunfire rained down on their position. | ||
Vrisk could have shrugged off the [[Wretch | Vrisk could have shrugged off the [[Wretch]]'s body and seized his [[Arc Spear]] to retaliate. Instead, he simply lay beneath his dying crewmate and let the battle play out. | ||
After the shooting stopped, Vrisk listened to their assailants ransack the ship. A mix of guttural Cabal barks and familiar [[Eliksni]] chatter marked them as a competing crew, eager to claim the bounty set forth by the reawakened [[Eramis|Shipstealer]]. | After the shooting stopped, Vrisk listened to their assailants ransack the ship. A mix of guttural [[Cabal]] barks and familiar [[Fallen|Eliksni]] chatter marked them as a competing crew, eager to claim the bounty set forth by the reawakened [[Eramis, Kell of Darkness|Shipstealer]]. | ||
But Vrisk knew what their attackers did not: the relic they sought was not on the Ketch, or even on this planet. It was hidden in a safehouse deep within the asteroid belt beyond [[Mars]]. Once Vrisk found the courage to emerge from his hiding place, he would take the relic to | But Vrisk knew what their attackers did not: the relic they sought was not on the Ketch, or even on this planet. It was hidden in a safehouse deep within the asteroid belt beyond [[Mars]]. Once Vrisk found the courage to emerge from his hiding place, he would take the relic to Eramiskel himself and claim the reward for his own. | ||
But there was time for that. For now, the [[Dreg]] let the weight and warmth of his dead companion press him into a peaceful slumber, where he dreamed of better days to come. | But there was time for that. For now, the [[Dreg]] let the weight and warmth of his dead companion press him into a peaceful slumber, where he dreamed of better days to come. |
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