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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!"

Yellowspear Shell 89965919 DestinyInventoryItemDefinition

For Ghosts who race to pierce the veil.

Nearly Complete Gjallarhorn 3778148527 DestinyInventoryItemDefinition

Sweet Sorrow 1248372789 DestinyInventoryItemDefinition

A scratched-out inscription on the barrel reads, "A birthday is just a number. How about we pick this one?"