Until Its Return

Until Its Return
Production overview
Weapon type:	Shotgun
Intrinsic frame:	Rapid-fire
Is craftable:	Yes
Patterns needed:	5
Min-max impact:	65
Min-max stability:	32
Min-max handling:	36
Min-max magazine:	7
Specifications
Ammunition type:	Special Ammo
Damage:	Strand
Hidden stats
Aim assistance:	67
Zoom:	12
Recoil:	70
Bounce intensity:	30
Bounce direction:	Tends Left

"The day will come."

— Weapon Description

Until Its Return is a Strand Rapid-fire frame Shotgun released alongside Season of the Deep. It can be unlocked from Salvage and Deep Dive activities and can also be acquired from rank-up reward packages from the Sonar Station on the H.E.L.M. It is based off of the Last Man Standing gun model.

Perks

Intrinsic Trait	Intrinsic Frame	Barrel	Bowstring	Blade	Haft	Sight	Magazine	Arrow	Guard	Perk 1	Perk 2	Stock	Grip	Origin	Catalyst
		Smallbore					Tactical Mag			Overflow	Collective Action			Unsated Hunger
		Rifled Barrel					Appended Mag			Well-Rounded	Trench Barrel
		Full Choke					Steady Rounds			Ensemble	Harmony
		Corkscrew Rifling					Extended Mag			Auto-Loading Holster	Cascade Point
		Extended Barrel					Accurized Rounds			Threat Detector	Surrounded
		Smoothbore					Light Mag			Offhand Strike	Vorpal Weapon
										Steady Hands	Adrenaline Junkie

Lore

Whatever their odds of success, the plan was sound. They each had their assignments. Sloane turned away to examine a projection of the lower sections of the Arcology. Zavala glanced over the first of the scouting reports.

Working alongside Deputy Commander Sloane felt perfectly natural, as if the years that parted them had been restored alongside Titan. Zavala had expected the silence that followed to be equally familiar, even companionable.

The truth was apparent in the abrasive passage of each minute. The faint sense memory of ozone in his nostrils. The gulf between them had merely shifted in quality: deep, not wide.

Zavala set the datapad aside. "Sloane. There's one more item of business."

She turned to face him, ever dutiful. "Sir?"

"It's been a day for reunions, hasn't it?" He nodded to Targe.

A parcel materialized into Zavala's hands in a burst of Light and transmat energy. It was heavy, wrapped carefully in cloth and secured with buckled straps that Zavala made short work of.

Sloane stared. "Thought it'd be collecting dust on somebody's wall by now."

"A mutual friend felt very strongly that it belonged in your hands."

Sloane hesitated. Her expression hardened; she reached out to grip the handle of the blade, and hefted Crown-Splitter aloft with ease.

Sloane smiled.

"Feels like it never left."