Destiny 2: Potential Weapon Names and Lore

Old Soul (Sword)

“You were born too late, a life intended for a different time, a different place.”

I've never been one for nostalgia, and I've never had the patience for those who dwell in it, the ones who always say that they miss the past by way of hating the present, fearing the future. We only have the present. And we must take what is given.

But I've always felt that you truly did not deserve to live in this lifetime. There is something in the way you retract from the world, the silent burden you bear, the way you honor your agreements. I have always thought that you were not meant for this world. And Guardians will live multiple lifetimes, but their souls will remain young. Yours, ever the same, ever marooned in its future. Ever yearning for what it will never reach or fully understand.

This Way Pointed Forward (Sidearm)

“You'd be surprised how often this needs explaining.”

“Alright, to be completely honest, putting this warning on a gun might be a bad idea if you have to read it to know which way to point it. But I'm running out of options here.” - Cayde-6 during training routine with new Guardian

The Ambassador (Hand Cannon)

“Wise, to offer peace on one hand, and arm the other.”

May my hand never waiver, may my words always fly true. For truth comes in strength and always will might make right. And so I go where I please, and never let the weak bargain for me.

Whiskey Sour (Rocket Launcher)

This one has a surprising kick to it.

“I have no idea what it tastes like, I just thought it was a catchy name.”

“Are we talking about the drink or your weapon?”

“Yes.”

No Discipline (Machine Gun)

He was young.

Wasn't the sharpest or the strongest or the fastest, but he had the most heart. Thought he was invincible. Always thought that he'd be a Guardian himself, always knew he'd be chosen by a Ghost. I wish he was, so I could give him a proper beating.

Even as he was skewered to the ground by the hoard of Fallen, he was smiling, mowing them down. Damn fool.

Improv Routine (Hand Cannon)

I'm really just winging it here.

“Trick shot! Trick shot! Trick shot!”

Guardian was subsequently arrested and personally reprimanded by Zavala.

Never Confirm (Sniper Rifle)

These kills you just don't confirm.

Doesn't need much explaining. Some shots will go places you don't want to follow to find out if it hit or not. Just move on to your next target.

Fruit Fly (Submachine Gun)

You got the Dragonfly, you got the Firefly, but have you heard of Fruit Fly?

Precision kills creates an incessant buzzing in their heads. Drives 'em crazy.

Piece of Garbage (Fusion Rifle)

Worthless piece of trash saved my life more times than I can count.

There's an old world tradition where parents will give their kids terrible names so that demons will pass them by. I thought it was appropriate here.

Remember Me Sophia (Scout Rifle)

I have so long travailed to find my love,

beneath and 'cross the ocean sea of night,

and longer still I must go on to rest,

within the final beacon of her light.

I Am Lost (Pulse Rifle)

but I want no help to find my way home.

We were a small enclave, too far from the City to be afforded protection by the strength of its walls, too small, we thought, to be noticed by the wider world. We were quiet and small, and led quiet and small lives. What threat did we pose other than to the wildlife, when we hunted for food? What did we offer to the scavenging Fallen other than our blood and cries in the winter air?

My home was destroyed, and I'll not find another. I know what I am. I am refugee. I am wanderer. This, they have made me, a reckoning for their barbarism. I am lost.

Last Smoke (Shotgun)

Never said a word to me, but I knew what he needed.

The soldier had propped himself up against a crumbling wall, surrounded by the bodies of the Fallen. He made for a Last Stand, a good one at that. His platoon scattered around him, all dead.

Blood, pooling beneath him, shallow and slow breath. He didn't even say a word as I made my way through the bloodbath. Nearly missed him. Our eyes met. In his hand, a crumpled pack of cigarettes, too weak to raise to his mouth. I knew what I had to do.

Don't Talk (Hand Cannon)

When you shoot, shoot.

A scene from an old movie, one of dad's favorites.

A Solemn Defense (Drum-Loaded Grenade Launcher)

What is it they say about a good defense?

The defensive capabilities of this weapon are outstanding.

Immigrant Child (Linear Fusion Rifle)

Not in time did we ask for the tempest-tost of the teeming shore, but still I carried her from her cold still father to lead her by my lamp to the golden door.

I lost track of her once we reached the City. She was gone from my hands once we reached the shelter, and I was redeployed light years away. I never did forget her.

Her eyes never focused on much. She ate only when we insisted. She slept curled in on herself. Did she hate me, for pulling her from the rubble?

Sometimes I wonder if we acted too late, if I acted too late.

Parabola Resplendent (Single Shot Grenade Launcher)

The beauty of mathematics, to see the world in fractals and trajectories.