Veteran Legend Suit

Veteran Legend Suit
Titan Warlock Hunter
Specifications
Name:	Veteran Legend Suit
Rarity:	Legendary
Class:	Titan/Warlock/Hunter
Availability
Sources:	The Lost City chests

Veteran Legend Suit is a Legendary Armor set introduced during the 10th Anniversary. It can be acquired by opening five hidden chests in the Lost City.

Veteran Legend Helm/Hood/Casque

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.

"There's a last, safe city out there somewhere. We have to believe."

— Helm/Hood/Casque Description

"The Last Safe City" exists in name only. I came here expecting to find a lost metropolis from before the Collapse. Instead, it's a sea of tents and prefabricated shelters huddled around bonfires. Everyone here thinks that hiding in the shadow of the Traveler will keep them safe. Keep humanity's killers at arm's length. All I see are hundreds of miles of rough, snow-capped mountains. All I can feel is the memory of frostbite in my fingers. That's not going to stop anyone, just slow them down.

I came here in a caravan of settlers. The march up the mountains was worse than any battle I'd survived. Hundreds died along the way from injuries, starvation, exposure. All the greatest hits. We buried them along the roadside, with no time for markers or ceremony. I've heard some of the Risen here talking about forming guard patrols to escort people. I don't know. Sooner or later our enemies are going to follow the trail of ants back to the mound. We'd never survive a full-frontal assault.

More Risen arrive every day. They're starting to organize, make plans. They make me nervous. I can't shake the memories. Groups of them hitting settlements for ammunition and food, mass executions for those who dared speak out against them, entire towns turned to craters. These ones seem different from the Warlords, but I can't just let it go. The other settlers here are just like the ones outside the "City," consumed with their own ideas about how the world should run. I've heard plenty of people talking about organizing an exodus, just getting in whatever ships we have and abandoning Earth. As if anywhere else in this system is safe. Others want to form clear lines of succession and leadership. Then there's the people like me—trusting their guns—waiting for the other shoe to drop. We know war is a certainty.

Something is going to kill us all. It's just a matter of when, not if. There's nowhere safe. Not anywhere. Not anymore.

Veteran Legend Gauntlets/Gloves/Grasps

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.

"I'll tell my children I was there. Before the battle had a name. Before it became a symbol of victory for the Titan orders."

— Gauntlets/Gloves/Grasps description

My grandfather came to the City when it was just tents and huts. He traveled the Pilgrim Road on foot, all the way across the Panama Ravine with his entire family and was the only survivor by the end. He never talked about the journey much, not until his last years. Honestly, it helped give me perspective. I never knew the City as he did. I've only ever known the walls as a project, and watching those last stones be put into place made it feel like we were invincible.

Now, I write this journal entry from a bunker hundreds of feet below the streets. There is a battle raging outside the City walls, but I can feel it reverberating through the stone. Every time the lights flicker, I wonder, "Is this it?" The feeds say the aliens are attacking from six directions at once. I don't know if the walls will hold, if the Risen protecting us will stand. I don't know if I will see tomorrow. I just know the Traveler is here, and we are safe in its shadow.

They promised that this was the Last Safe City. We've all sacrificed too much to give up on that dream. We must survive.

Veteran Legend Plate/Robes/Vest

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.

"I might not be a Guardian, but they've reminded us you don't need the Light to be a hero."

— Plate/Robes/Vest description

My mother passed away last week. She left me the journals she'd been keeping since the days the walls were being built. She left her father's father's journals from before the City even had walls. They lived long, full lives. Reading about them makes me wish I had seen the City of their times. I was a boy when the Guardians won the battle of Twilight Gap. I've only ever known peace behind the walls, only watched the City grow and thrive. I barely know how to handle a rifle. I work textiles. I make clothes. I want to open a shop to tailor clothing for the Guardians. I don't want to die.

I've been hiding with the resistance for three weeks now, since they found me sleeping in a storm drain. I lost everything in the Cabal attack. All my family's writings. My sister. My son. The Guardians—even without their Light—are defending us. They're showing me how to shoot, how to survive. Every day someone leaves our hideout and never returns. Mas'ouda, Arzu, Brajko, Mitra, Kardelen, and Luca died this week. The Cabal are relentless, and sooner or later they're going to figure out where we're hiding.

There's fifteen of us left, five combat frames, and two Guardians.

I have to survive. Humanity has to survive. It can't end like this.

Veteran Legend Greaves/Boots/Strides

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.

"The Traveler didn't run, it rose up to meet the enemy."

— Greaves/Boots/Strides description

The Traveler is gone.

I watched it as it left the City. The sky lit up like the world was ending. It's still up there, though. When the sun is at the right angle you can see it like a second moon. I remember, as a teenager, sitting on the roof of my apartment building, watching the pieces of the Traveler reform. I could feel the Light in the way they say Guardians and Ghosts can. I felt so confident that day, so sure that we were all going to be saved. Many are doubting, but when I look up into the sky and see that the Traveler is still there—defending not just the City, but all of Earth—my faith is as strong as ever.

In the days since the Traveler left, Coalition ships have filled the City's skies. I remember my uncle talking about the last time he saw Cabal ships in the sky—it was the day my mother died. It feels like we've been through so much in such a short time. My uncle would tell me our family's stories every night. We'd lost all the written copies after the invasion, but now they exist in me, and I will record what I remember. So we know where we came from and what was lost.

Everyone is saying this is the end. But I know enough history to be sure that it's not the first time we've felt this way. Every threat the City faces feels like it'll be the last. My uncle died during the Endless Night, saving Eliksni that once tried to lay siege to our home. Nothing lasts forever and everything changes. Buildings burn, people die, but we move on.

I don't think this is the end. I think this is a new beginning.

Veteran Legend Mark/Bond/Cloak

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"All endings are beginnings."

— Mark/Bond/Cloak description

Tonight, I watched a thousand lanterns fill the night sky. Tonight, I watched the hopes and dreams of humanity burn bright in the dark and challenge the uncertainty of the future. Tonight, I gave birth to a child that will shoulder the same burden of humanity's uncertain future that I have. Tonight a new person came into this world who will share in my family's stories, hear of their ancestors and their triumphs, their failures, and their legends. Tonight, humanity takes a step into a future so unknown we do not even have a word for it. Tonight is a moment that must live forever, no detail forgotten.

Tonight, the war is over. Tonight, a new age dawns. Tonight, I am so very tired. From my bedroom I hear congratulations and cheers. I hear excitement. Everyone I have spoken to is dreaming about the future now, rather than merely surviving the next day. Some of my friends want to venture into the stars, leave the safety of the City and explore. They want to reclaim everything we've lost; all these worlds. But I won't be joining them. My place is here in the City, where my family has lived and died for generations. My friends ask, "Why would you want to stay in the Last City?" But I don't think it's going to stay the Last City.

I think this is the First City of many to come.

Appearance

• Destiny 2: 10th Anniversary (First appearance)