“This right here, my friend, this is the Cadillac of sparrows.”
“Isn’t that Cayde’s design? And what’s a Caddylack?”
“Pre-Golden Age expression. It was a luxurious land-based personal transport type of some sort—just like this baby. And yeah, it’s Cayde’s work. He left his ride to Guardian Bigshot—”
“Of course.”
“—but Holliday was kind enough to share the schematics, and it just so happened I had the right drive system to build one.”
“By ‘drive system’ do you mean that old rocket booster strapped to the back?”
“Hey, show a little respect. That’s primo Cosmodrome salvage, that is. Can’t get anything like that anymore without really pissing off Zavala, or resorting to certain unsavory channels.”
“But it is an old booster rocket, no?”
“The nozzle from one. High-end Golden Age metamaterials, extremely high-performance stuff meant for heavy-duty spacecraft. Pipe this overdraft engine through this sucker and FROOSH!”
“Froosh?”
“I’m tellin’ ya. Thing has kick.”
“Doesn’t sound luxurious, really. Just dangerous.”
“My friend, when you’re on the move—or on the run... but nevermind—speed is the greatest luxury. Nobody knew that better than Cayde.”
(The Gambler’s Palm w/ Refurbished Black Armory)