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Improves Duskfield grenades.

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Gradually reloads your stowed Kinetic weapons over time.

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Reduces incoming Void damage from combatants.

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As Crow and Zavala made their way through the Eliksni Quarter, they passed a cluster of young Eliksni gathered around a mechanical dog. One hatchling ran forward and stopped short in front of Zavala, her four arms full of candy. She looked up at him and chittered with delight. A chuckle escaped Zavala's lips, and he was surprised by his own sudden smile. Crow waved him on, and they eventually found themselves in front of a small but impressive workshop. A Sparrow sat suspended on a lift, thrusters removed. An Eliksni tinkered beneath. "It's coming along," Crow called out. The teenage mechanic jerked in surprise and hit her head on the Sparrow. She muttered an Eliksni phrase under her breath. "Itzelas, who taught you such curse-talk?" Niik chided as she rounded the corner. "You did," Itzelas replied with a grin. "Hm, very likely. Come. Greet our guests." "Niik and her sister, Itzelas. This is Commander Zavala," Crow said. "Itzelas? That's a unique name," Zavala said. Niik slung two arms around her younger sister. "Standard Eliksni would not do for this one." Itzelas pushed her arms away, earning a laugh from Niik. Zavala nodded. "A pleasure to meet you both. We don't want to keep you, but… well, there's something I wanted to deliver personally to you today." He held up a small, unsuspecting toolbox. Niik's eyes went wide, and she gasped. "Amanda's instructions were to share them with someone who 'has machinery on the brain and oil in their veins.' We couldn't think of anyone more fitting, Niik, than you," Crow explained. Niik accepted the gift, and Zavala held out an item wrapped in cloth toward Itzelas. "And from what Crow has told me about you, I am sure Amanda would want you to have this." Itzelas unwrapped the cloth, revealing a well-loved spanner. She tenderly touched the initials engraved on the tool, then hugged it to her chest. "Commander… I would like to know her. As you knew her. Will you share her stories?" "There are Servitor's holo-recordings. We could together-watch," Niik said and motioned for the two Guardians to come inside. "Would you like… some tea?" Zavala looked down into the hopeful gaze of Itzelas and recognized something he had seen in a young Human girl… so many years ago. "I would be honored to share her with you."

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Dealing elemental ability damage increases matching weapon damage, and elemental weapon damage increases matching ability damage. Bonus granted is 10% for 5 seconds.

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Rihk guided his hand forward and caught the club, then pushed back with all the frame's strength and watched the suspect topple backwards. "Settle down!" It was strange to have physical hands again—even if they were borrowed from a security frame he piloted from the CloudArk—and he wasn't sure he wanted to use them again. With the assailants down, the investigation VCs entered alongside the frame team, ready to inventory the stolen supplies. Commander Jingye walked in, still wearing her skin, and Rihk snapped to attention. "Didn't realize you'd be coming down in person, ma'am." "I'm here to see what can be salvaged, Constable." He expected her to wander over to the lashed shelves stuffed with nanite slurry, nutrient goo, batteries, and assemblers—enough for the dozen holdouts to live off the grid for years—but, instead, Tse stopped in front of his prone suspect. "Been a day, huh?" "We won't go under!" His eyes burned with contempt as he sat firm in front of a fortune in supplies looted from the public stores. Jingye offered a hand to help him stand. He slapped it away—a simple conversation between hope and hatred. But behind it, the man radiated terror. The Commander sighed, turning back to Rihk's frame. "He's just scared, ma'am," he offered. "We're all scared, Constable. But these holdout cults… they'd rather die living like they knew instead of surviving in a new normal." Her patient expression folded into a scowl. "And they don't care if they get the rest of us killed, too." "My sister works in Mental Health Services. Says they're stretched thin, especially without the poukas. What do we do with them?" "Counciler Adinew's authorized deep cryo as an option for anyone who doesn't want to upload." "Sleep through all this instead of help out?" Rihk scoffed as he lifted the suspect. The felon's bravado melted as he listened to the exchange. "You seriously think anyone will take it?" "Probably." She moved to leave. "And we're out of time to find better solutions."