"I am a marvel with ten thousand arms."

"I am a marvel with ten thousand arms."

Nope. Still don't see it.

Lie to me, please.

Sends help with every squeeze.

A Kell cut off his arms. He built himself new ones. Then he killed the Kell with them.

Patience is a virtue. Bullets are better.

The grief and horror of Twilight Gap drove some of the finest gunsmiths in the City to elevate their art.

All things are done in her name.

The Royal Guard's weapon of choice.

"It's competition. It's the Crucible way." —Lord Shaxx

An auto rifle, modified by Dead Orbit's superb technicians and specialists.

No infestation. Guaranteed.

You'll never catch it. But that's not the point.

Rumor has it that Red Death prototypes are circulating in the Crucible once again.

A precision auto rifle left behind by Toland, the Shattered. It asks so little, and it offers so much.

An auto-fire weapon, forged in fire by the Lords of the Iron Banner.

An auto-fire weapon, modified by Dead Orbit's superb technicians and specialists.

Executor-issued auto-fire weapon, custom-rigged for loyal supporters of the New Monarchy.

An advanced energy weapon, modified by Dead Orbit's superb technicians and specialists.

As good as you get. As much as you can. All of the time.

An advanced energy weapon, forged in fire by the Lords of the Iron Banner.

The venom numbs the burn.

Combat plasma discharge is no matter for amateurs.

A Techeun's body shimmers with electronic implants and augments.

An advanced energy weapon, augmented, named and sanctified by the leaders of the Future War Cult.

This hand cannon was commissioned for those Wolves who pledged allegiance to the Queen after the Reef War.

I am a particular genie, for a particular wish.

Won't be tied down.

Executor-issued personal firearm, for loyal supporters of the New Monarchy.

A personal firearm, augmented, named and sanctified by the leaders of the Future War Cult.

Repent! Repent!

A personal firearm, forged in fire by the Lords of the Iron Banner.

Until they fold, or you're dead.

To each a purpose, and to all a fitting end.

It's a long road. Enjoy it.

Constellations are an artifact of perspective.

Paladin Hallam Fen commissioned this weapon in memory of his mentor, Paladin Imogen Rife.

A burst-fire weapon, forged in fire by the Lords of the Iron Banner.

Keep it.

A burst-fire weapon, named and sanctified by the leaders of the Future War Cult.

Custom-rigged hole puncher.

A brute force weapon, forged in fire by the Lords of the Iron Banner.

Luck is a four-letter word.

Etiquette is a powerful weapon.

Executor-issued brute force weapon, for loyal supporters of the New Monarchy.

Be the bull.

I said INVITE ONLY!

High-impact firepower modified to fit the exacting specifications of Dead Orbit's expanding arsenal.

Stark red rock. Arid sun. Long shadows. Find your spot.

Sloping hills. Clawing brambles. Bitter herbs.

It is an unbinding, a tearing, a siphoning. That is the power of your hand.

Let your mind be fleet and subtle as the night-soaring hawk.

The energies of the universe are eager to heed your call.

All that is dark is not Darkness.

White skies. Unyielding ground. Misted breath. Just one shot.

Could anyone even claim to know the questions…or all the answers?

What mysteries lie in the smallest shards of reality?

What strange discoveries lie beyond our orbit?

Challenge every reality. There is always another way.

A pox upon your enemies.

An instrument for turning thoughts and wills into realities.

Your own mind must be your first conquest. Do not let it be your last.

Boiling air. Obscuring steam. Calm nerves.

For you see beyond the fabric of night.

The red sunset heralds the long, dark night.

Can not the smallest particle menace the greatest warrior?

In Dark hearts, your Light is a righteous poison.