Getting My Hands on the T-60 Armor
Alright, so everyone’s been yappin’ about this T-60 power armor, right? For the longest time, I was stuck with the clunkier T-45, or bits and pieces of Raider junk. Felt like I was walking around in a tin can held together with hopes and dreams. I kept hearing whispers, “Oh, the T-60, that’s the good stuff, protects you real nice.” So, naturally, I made it my mission to get a full set.
The Hunt Begins
Now, finding this armor wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, let me tell ya. I wasn’t about to just stumble over a pristine set, no sir. I spent ages, I mean ages, scrounging around. I poked my nose into every busted-up military convoy I could find, every pre-war armory that wasn’t picked clean or crawling with something nasty.
- First, I tried the usual spots folks mentioned. Some were duds, just empty frames or more T-45 bits. Frustrating, to say the least.
- Then I heard a rumor about a set being guarded by some real tough characters. Took me a while to gear up for that. Went in, guns blazing, nearly got my head handed to me. But hey, managed to snag a helmet and a chest piece. Progress!
- The arms and legs were the real pain. I swear, it felt like the game was just teasing me. I’d find a left leg, then spend days looking for the right, only to find another left leg from a different suit!
Piece by Piece, Like a Frustrating Puzzle
I remember this one time, I was tracking down a lead near some old satellite array. Place was crawling with super mutants, big green fellas, not exactly the welcoming committee. I fought my way through, using up pretty much all my good ammo. And what did I find? An arm piece. Just one. And it was pretty beat up too. I almost just left it there, I was that cheesed off. But then I thought, “Nah, I’ve come this far.” So I grabbed it.
It was like that for weeks. A leg here, an arm there. Sometimes I’d buy a piece off a traveling merchant if they had one and weren’t asking for my firstborn child in return. My workshop started looking like a power armor chop shop, bits and pieces everywhere. My companion, Dogmeat, probably thought I’d finally lost it, hoarding all this scrap metal.
Finally! The Full Set!
Then, one glorious day, I found the last piece. It was a right arm, I think, found it on a crashed Vertibird. Wasn’t even looking for it specifically, just exploring. And there it was. I tell ya, I almost did a little dance right there. Hauled it all back to my base, spent a good hour repairing everything, giving it a fresh coat of paint – ol’ military green, classic.
Stepping In and Feeling Invincible (Almost)
Stepping into that fully repaired T-60 suit for the first time… man, that was a feeling. The hum of the fusion core, the clank of the metal, the way the HUD lit up. Suddenly, I didn’t feel like a fragile little wanderer anymore. I felt like a walking tank. First thing I did? Went straight back to that super mutant camp near the satellite array. Payback time. Strolled right in, bullets bouncing off me. Oh, it was beautiful.
Was it worth all the hassle, all the scrounging and fighting? Yeah, I reckon it was. It’s not the absolute top-tier stuff, I know there’s better out there, like the X-01 if you can find it or build it. But for a good, solid, reliable suit that makes you feel like a badass? The T-60 does the job. It really does. Now, if only keeping fusion cores charged wasn’t such a pain in the backside…