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{{Quote|"This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening."}}
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'''New Pacific Epitaph''' is a [[Stasis]] Wave frame [[Grenade Launcher]] released during [[Season of the Deep]]. It can be earned as a reward from [[Ghosts of the Deep]]. <ref>https://www.light.gg/db/items/1125217994/new-pacific-epitaph/</ref>
'''New Pacific Epitaph''' is a [[Stasis]] Wave frame [[Grenade Launcher]] released during [[Season of the Deep]]. It can be earned as a reward from [[Ghosts of the Deep]]. <ref>https://www.light.gg/db/items/1125217994/new-pacific-epitaph/</ref>
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==Lore==
==Lore==
{{Verbatim}}
'''"THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING."'''
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Beyond the dappled sea spray on the bedroom window, escape craft and their blue contrails sweep past the [[New Pacific Arcology|Arcology]] as beams of orange light punctuate the sky. They cut through contrails with certainty, and before long, each craft erupts in blossoms of fire and brilliant warmth.
Beyond the dappled sea spray on the bedroom window, escape craft and their blue contrails sweep past the [[New Pacific Arcology|Arcology]] as beams of orange light punctuate the sky. They cut through contrails with certainty, and before long, each craft erupts in blossoms of fire and brilliant warmth.


No one is leaving [[Titan (moon)|Titan]].
No one is leaving [[Titan (moon)|Titan]].


[[Nadiya]] Jahandar is not leaving. She has a cup of tea cooling on the windowsill, a collection of her late brother's poetry on her tablet, and the recording of her last piano recital playing on her headphones. The roar of the apocalypse accompanies her. She looks away from the window.
[[Nadia Jahandar]] is not leaving. She has a cup of tea cooling on the windowsill, a collection of her late brother's poetry on her tablet, and the recording of her last piano recital playing on her headphones. The roar of the apocalypse accompanies her. She looks away from the window.


I stepped into the stars
I stepped into the stars<br>
Because the seas were explored
Because the seas were explored<br>
No dragons on our maps
No dragons on our maps<br>
Islanded in a sea of night
Islanded in a sea of night<br>
Though it could never be home
Though it could never be home<br>
No hearths in the gulf
No hearths in the gulf



Latest revision as of 17:11, July 30, 2024

New Pacific Epitaph
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Production overview

Rarity class:

Legendary

Weapon type:

Grenade Launcher

Intrinsic frame:

Wave Frame

Is craftable:

No

Specifications

Ammunition type:

Special ammo

Damage:

Stasis

Service history

In service:

Yes

Affiliation:

Guardian

 

"This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening."

New Pacific Epitaph is a Stasis Wave frame Grenade Launcher released during Season of the Deep. It can be earned as a reward from Ghosts of the Deep. [1]

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Lore[edit]

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"And my vanquisher will read that book, seeking the weapon, and they will come to understand me, where I have been and where I was going."
The following is a verbatim transcription of an official document for archival reasons. As the original content is transcribed word-for-word, any possible discrepancies and/or errors are included.

"THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING. THIS ISN'T HAPPENING."


Beyond the dappled sea spray on the bedroom window, escape craft and their blue contrails sweep past the Arcology as beams of orange light punctuate the sky. They cut through contrails with certainty, and before long, each craft erupts in blossoms of fire and brilliant warmth.

No one is leaving Titan.

Nadia Jahandar is not leaving. She has a cup of tea cooling on the windowsill, a collection of her late brother's poetry on her tablet, and the recording of her last piano recital playing on her headphones. The roar of the apocalypse accompanies her. She looks away from the window.

I stepped into the stars
Because the seas were explored
No dragons on our maps
Islanded in a sea of night
Though it could never be home
No hearths in the gulf

Nadia reaches for her tea, glancing out the window to watch the sea rise up in a kilometers-high wall. It casts a shadow so long, it throws the Arcology into darkness.

She will tell her brother that this poem is her favorite.

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