| Choir of One | |
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Min-max impact: |
33 |
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Min-max stability: |
35 |
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Min-max handling: |
21 |
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Min-max magazine: |
25 |
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Ammunition type: |
Special Ammo |
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225 RPM | |
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Aim assistance: |
61 |
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Inventory size: |
0 |
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Zoom: |
20 |
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Recoil: |
95 |
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Bounce direction: |
Vertical |
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- "A voice. A choice. An invitation."
- — weapon description
Choir of One is an Exotic Auto Rifle that was introduced in Episode: Echoes, acquired by completing the Exotic Mission Echo:Encore. It is able to be crafted.
Traits
| Intrinsic Trait | Intrinsic Frame | Barrel | Bowstring | Blade | Haft | Sight | Magazine | Arrow | Guard | Perk 1 | Perk 2 | Stock | Grip | Origin | Catalyst
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| Command Frame: Fires extended-range, heavy-caliber projectiles. | Arrowhead Brake | Steady Rounds | Fanatical Lance: Rapid final blows cause targets to explode into a pool of radiolarian fluid. Hip firing launches multiple projectiles at once in a slower moving spread pattern. Projectiles detonate on impact. | Composite Stock | |||||||||||
| Command Frame II | Extended Barrel | Light Mag | Fitted Stock | ||||||||||||
| Command Frame III | Hammer-Forged Rifling | Accurized Rounds | Hand-Laid Stock | ||||||||||||
| Command Frame IV | Corkscrew Rifling | Flared Magwell | Short-Action Stock | ||||||||||||
| Full Bore | Alloy Magazine | ||||||||||||||
| Chambered Compensator | |||||||||||||||
| Polygonal Rifling | |||||||||||||||
| Smallbore | |||||||||||||||
| Fluted Barrel |
Gameplay=
Choir of One has two firing modes. When aiming down sights, the gun fires like a typical Auto Rifle, dealing Void damage. When fired from the hit, the gun will fire 5 large Void projectiles that slowly spread out in a cross pattern which detonate on impact, similar to the Wyvern's Void Lance.
Lore
The Vex Goblin waded into the lake of Radiolaria with the same unerring purpose to which it approached all things. As directed, as designed. Its own mass of radiolaria crawled and coiled through its body like worms through the thick soil of Nessus. Its Mind was elsewhere, the great roots of thought buried deep into it and every other Vex enslaved beneath it.
The soft shimmer of white enveloped the Vex up to its knee joint. Then a hand reached out to it. The Vex felt a press against its cranium. A thumbprint. An activation code. Biometric data. The radiolaria inside it lit up with activity and noise, burning through its metal body.
Then, disarticulated. It trembled and fell apart; limbs unjoined, chassis cracked and curled. A globule of radiolaria disseminated throughout the lake, reclaimed.
But something called it to rise.
Then, rejoined. Its pieces slotted together and moved flawlessly. It rose steadily, balanced, formed with utter perfection. The radiolaria slid from its body in droplets that separated, reformed, separated, reformed.
Each one a mind. Each mind a thought.
The Vex felt the soft split of its own mind as that thought sharpened in its cranium. A burst of light. A sharp spark.
A choice.
It looked to its creator and bowed.