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Focus Champions Package 2279834748 DestinyInventoryItemDefinition

A package containing a full medallion case's worth of medals, earned by participation in the Focus Activity. Your class has amassed the highest score. Congratulations, Guardian. Ensure your Medallion Case is empty first!

2: Burden Part II 923351349 DestinyLoreDefinition

Tyv Lucine leaves the tree line with six souls in tow. She spots Geppetto's Light flickering in the twilight. Her Ghost, Ghost, spins and shimmers in the hands of a child who is "navigating" them to their destination. Moonlight creeps into the valley, lifting the arrested momentary pitch between sundown and moonrise. Dew hugs the grass along her boots. They approach. Ghosts dissipate. Marin stands, poised; a long-barrel armament affixed with a bipod adorns his shoulders. "Thank you for doing this Marin." Tyv speaks softly. She thrusts a steady hand toward his. He nods and shakes her hand. "It was Saint's idea." "Is that what he told you?" She looks to Saint greeting refugees and ushering them into the carrier. "It does not matter who had the idea." Saint-14 hugs her. Marin straightens and looks beyond them. Flares loose from the canopy, breathing pale azure revival back into sky. Shrieks and lights whip into frenzy within the trees. Cloud cover casts darkness over the clearing. Marin's stance breaks. "Tyv, get this heap in the air. Saint, you're with me." Marin plants a bipod in the grass. Saint spreads his Light into a gleaming barricade in opposition against the tree line. "Go now. It's a long flight. We will make sure you are not followed." Saint shoulders his rifle. Tyv nods. She runs for the cockpit. Saint salutes as the cargo hold shuts. Howls ring from the brink. Fallen step into the clearing. Marin racks the repeater. "Come on then." The carrier engine fires. It roars; bright, bellowing flame. A beacon. A wish. Cacophony sounds in the distance, splitting heated bends through the canopy pine as a screaming-red shell tears across the clearing. The carrier is annihilated. Tyv shatters, her body skids across the grass in ruin. Deafening shock breaks the night. In it, one lone call: "SPIDER TANK!"

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III: A Fire Inside 713893078 DestinyLoreDefinition

How did it feel? Hunting the Crow—tracking him through the tangled wilds of the Reef? Hunting the Barons—one-by-one, stalking the cutthroats who killed your friend? Was it righteous? Or pure, anger—vengeance driven by a lust for "justice"? I know the feeling. I know the sensation—loss, followed by a hole so big you can't fill it with anything but retribution. I've felt that hole twice. First when everything I'd known was turned to ash. I was just a child then. No way of knowing when, or if, the pain would end. A man—Jaren, my third father—helped redirect that pain. Give me purpose. Taught me to hunt. Taught me to survive. Taught me about vengeance. It felt good—like a fire inside. Or so I thought. In truth, the "good" was just a dulling of the pain—a covering up of the burden of my loss through the redirection of my focus. Why be sad? Why be broken? When you can be angry. And so I was. For a long time. After Jaren died—killed by the would-be monster and his Weapon of Sorrow—I hated him for a good while. I was alone again. Lost. I had no direction. I felt abandoned—just me and the hole left by losing everything I knew The man who'd destroyed my life twice over—first the burning of Palamon, my home, then the murder of my mentor and father-figure—still walked the wilds, but I was just a young man, angry and frightened. Vengeance—the fire inside me—was a weight, not a comfort, because I lacked the confidence needed to see it through. I spent a long time mad—at the murderer who played in shadows, at Jaren for leaving me, at the world, at myself for being lost, at Jaren's Ghost for not believing in me. My anger defined me. As did yours. For a short while. What I wonder is, have you ever considered… Cayde's death was not the origin of your recent aggression, but simply a catalyst for its release. That it's possible this whole second life of yours has been driven by vengeance: for the life you lost before your return as a Guardian, for the world—worlds—lost to the Great Collapse. Are you truly fighting to protect and reclaim, or have you been fighting this whole time to avenge? What are you fighting for now? Does your anger define you? If yes, if no—what are the consequence of either? Honestly. Truly. Ask yourself… What are you fighting for? And can you feel a fire—even a spark—welling up inside of you? —S.