#T-60 armour

[ethan-nestor-owns-my-heart]

Maximus: having no control over the power armour, accidentally starting a fire and having no control over his jetpack

Lucy:

[vertyd]

Ass Dicktorium my brothers

[gococogo]

A Damsel in Distress - Paladin Danse x Nate / Male Sole Survivor

Synopsis: A distress signal comes over the Cambridge Police Station radio that has Danse racing out of there quicker than he can think.

Word Count: 3.1K

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Angst. Gore.

Notes: This is me dipping my toes into the fallout 4 universe. so give me some leeway, i wanted to challenge myself by writing this. enjoy :)

The crackling of the radio doesn’t grab the attention of the Paladin at first. His mind too focused on repairing a loose hinge in the right elbow of his power armour that had been bugging him for days. Whenever he’s out of the hulking metal, he always feels vulnerable. Not small per say or weak. A Paladin must know that they can handle themselves in and out of the armour. Yet he’s so use to wearing it almost twenty four hours a day that it’s become second nature within it.

The radio crackles again, louder this time with a voice mixed in underneath all the intense white noise. Paladin Danse stops short, wrench still in hand and looks over to the orange box. It’s not often that distress signals have been picked up. The station that they use is only for people of the Brotherhood or familiar with them.

Scribe Haylen has already wondered over to the radio, adjusting the dial. The whole police station falls into silence as Haylen tries her best to tune into the signal. Even Rhys is watching from afar at the table. But soon he moves back to whatever he was doing, head bowed between his shoulders.  

“…. -bridge Police Station,” finally a voice is clear over the radio and Danse can’t help the feeling of his stomach sinking low into his stomach. “I need assistance. Surrounded by raiders! I’m holding myself in the- shit where am I?” A few passing moments of ragged breathing, filled with phlegm and other liquids in the throat, “Some Regional Office and I’ve-” a groan admits itself through the radio followed by a shaky exhale. “Got myself pretty shot up this time.”

Danse may have only met the man a month ago, but he knows Nate’s voice when he hears it. Right elbow joint be damned, he’s jumping into his power armour before he knows it. Haylen is already on her feet and packing her things up.

A large metal hand on her back is quick to stop her in her tracks. “I need you and Rhys to stay here while I go out and retrieve the Initiate,” Danse speaks firmly.

“I think that’s unwise, Paladin,” Haylen speaks up, standing to attention.

But Danse doesn’t budge no matter how dedicated she is to be leaving with him. “I don’t want this base of operations to be compromised or unattended in case of an attack. I intrust Knight Rhys to overlook this base until my return. There will be no further argument.”

Haylen’s shoulders faulter a little. “What about medical supplies?”

“Where is the location of his whereabouts?” Danse asks, getting to the point quickly.

Scribe Haylen shrugs her pack off her shoulders and grabs out a device from within. She holds it out to the Paladin with some urgency.

“I sent him to BADTFL Regional Office to retrieve the haptic drive. Trek east and you’ll run into it within the hour,” Haylen says. “This-“ she flicks a switch on the device and a slow beep admits from it, “-will lead you right to the signal he’s emitting.”

The Paladin takes the device and looks it over with a bleak expression. It’s almost small within the hands of the T-60, hard to hold onto. But he grasps onto it, unwilling to let go all the same.

“I value your help greatly, Scribe,” Danse thanks in his own way. “I will retrieve him and will be back in just over two hours. If I am not here with Nate when the third hour rolls over, then I give you permission to act.”

And with that, he flips his helmet on and loads his cell rifle before travelling east. He knows going into this alone is stupid and selfish. But he can’t allow his small patrol to be dispersed because of his own need to make sure that Nate is alright. This thing that has decided to make itself at home inside of the Paladin’s chest that makes him feel unable to breathe.

With each block he passes, he can’t help but let his worry grow deeper and deeper. The tightness in his chest becoming a little too much for his own liking. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. No. He shouldn’t be letting himself feel this way. He can’t let himself get close to anyone again. This is purely for the Brotherhood. And nothing more.

But every time the pulse of the signal becomes stronger, becomes quicker he can’t help but let himself feel. The steady beep of the device almost ricochets inside of the Paladin’s brain. He can feel a headache coming along.

He is also well aware that it was Haylen’s needs that has gotten Nate in this predicament, but it is no fault of hers. Nate has shown himself capable many times before. Completing mission after mission for both Haylen and Rhys and reporting back each time with success. A few scrapes and bruises is all that he has been wounded with but nothing this serious. He hasn’t doubted Nate for a moment, seeing on more than one occasion that he can handle himself if not more. He’s been by his side with the synths and Danse saw a soldier, not a scared man that will hide and cower. Not like any of other’s he’s come across within the Commonwealth. Nate’s different.

-

Arriving at the Regional Office, it’s a little too silent for the Paladin’s liking. The distress signal beeps at a quickened pace in one hand as Danse holds his rifle in the other. There’s no one out the front and with no time to delay, he barges through the front door with his gun locked and loaded. Scoping the front entrance, he’s met with a front desk and rummage. No life can be seen.

Walking further in, the only sound being his heavy footsteps and the quickening pulse of the distress signal, he becomes unnerved. He keeps his gun out at the ready, holding it a little awkwardly but he can’t complain at this given moment. His eyes dart back and forth, waiting for something to happen.

Three raiders are dead on the floor in the next room. All pocketed with bullet wounds that seep red into the old wooden floorboards. A switchblade sticks out of the neck of one, his face contorted into permanent horror that has Danse staring a little too long. He continues forward, noting of the busted turret that dangles from its wires on the ceiling.

A muffled argument strikes the Paladin’s attention and, he slows his movements the best he can inside his T-60. He looks into an office like room where three raiders are. He switches the distress tracker off before they become alerted of his presence.

“It’s us three against him!” The only woman shouts harshly into the face of the other two.

The scrawnier raider of the bunch slides down the table with a shaky groan. He holds his side, his hand coated with fresh blood. His grimy face is pale and Danse can tell from here that he isn’t going to last much longer.

“Two against one,” the injured man groans out.

The woman scowls deeply, her yellow teeth like dog fangs that bare something dangerous. She pulls a pipe pistol from her belt and shoots the injured man in the temple without a thought. His body convulses before falling to the side and becoming horrifyingly still. She then turns to the remaining raider, waving the gun in his face.

“Are you with me to kill that son of a bitch?” She snarls.

He pushes the gun from his face forcefully, almost tearing it from her hand. “Of course!”

Why Raiders do what they do, Danse will never truly understand. Was that man not a part of her crew? Not even a second thought to end his life instead of to try and save it. Less mouths to feed. He’s heard that come from a Raider’s mouth before and it makes Danse sick. Never in his life in the Brotherhood has he seen someone put someone down like a dog so inhumanly.

The Paladin places the device in the dip of his chest plating and takes his rifle’s safety off. As soon as the woman turns her back to head into the other room, Danse charges. He crosses the room before the two raiders are even able to turn around at the charging bull coming their way. Something blinds him as he acts, something he hasn’t felt in quite some time.

Danse shoulder barges the man, throwing him across the room into a filing cabinet. The woman stumbles backwards into the wall, eyes as wide as saucepans. She pulls her pistol but Danse is quicker. It takes five rounds for her to fall. She slides down against the wall, her yellow teeth bared as if they were ready to bite.  

The last raider struggles to rise to his feet. He tries to crawl away, his breath ragged and shallow. Paladin Danse steps over to him with a frown deep set on his face. He can hear the slow drag of each breath, blood clotting and rising in the back of his throat. A punctured lung.

But despite being on the verge of death, the raider jumps forward with the last bit of strength he has. He dives for the pistol still gripped in the woman’s grasp. But as before, Danse is the quicker draw.  

-

The room the raiders were heading to leads down a ramp that opens to a cell. An old prison that Danse has no time to wonder what use to happen here in Nate’s time. It’s dark and there’s not much light getting in through the leaf clotted windows. He turns on his head lamp, lighting his way towards the stairs on the other side of the cell. As Danse passes the steel bars in his search for Nate, the sound of a hammer to a gun cocking catches his attention.

Danse looks into the cell, his head lamp lighting up the shadows. In the corner, something that he didn’t see before is quick to catch his attention. In his blue vault suit and mismatched armour pieces of leather and combat, is the man Danse was looking for.

“Nate?” Danse calls out.

A pained, hearty chuckle comes from the corner that is none other than the vault dweller’s. Quicker and a bit more drastic than he should have, Danse opens up the cell door and stomps inside.

The entire right side of the vault suit is coloured red where Nate holds onto a leaking wound. His usually tanned face is pale as a ghost, sweat dripping and beading down his temple. Yet, even though he trembling from the lack of blood he still has a cocky smile upon his lips.

Bandages and other first aid equipment is spewed around him in a shitty attempt to bound his own wound. At the sight, Danse is quick to exit his power armour. The fat metal digits of the power armour are not going to be able to flirt around the finer details of bandaging up Nate. He doesn’t even think about how foreign it is to be outside of his power armour. His mind his appointed to Nate curled up in the corner of the cell.

“Report to me, Initiate,” Danse says, needing the vault dweller to talk to him.

He gathers up the medical supplies and even reaches forward to search into the pouches on Nate’s webbing belt. Nate groans at the sudden movement and watches Danse with hazy dark blue eyes. The Paladin stops for a moment and looks at the blood weeping from between his fingers. He can’t let himself become panicked in this moment.

“I said report to me,” Danse speaks more firmly. “That’s an order.”

Before Nate can utter a word, Danse moves his hand away to assess the damage. A bullet is still lodged in his side, the wound a deep hole in his side. No exit wound.

“Got shot,” Nate bites back through gritted teeth. Short and blunt, but at least he’s talking.  

Danse glances a glare his way as he begins to twists a bandage in his fingers. “How?” He asks.

Anything to keep Nate aware. He needs to keep him talking.

“I hoped it would be you to come,” Nate speaks with a thick slur. “My knight in shining armour.”

Danse doesn’t warn Nate as he digs the bandage deep into his bullet wound. The vault dweller barks out in pain, grabbing out onto Danse’s shoulder to try and keep himself grounded. Danse pushes him back, his head hitting the wall with a light thud. Nate breathes in heavily and grinds his heels into the ground as Danse pushes more bandages inside the wound to stop the bleeding for now. All until he can get Nate back to the station.

“Now is not the time for jokes and quips,” Danse adds before he rips off the remaining of the bandage with his teeth.

Cleanliness is something that cannot be thought of at this given moment. He needs Nate out of here before he becomes another victim of the harsh reality of the commonwealth. He just needs to get him to the station where Haylen can patch him up properly.

“The turret got me,” Nate grits out through his teeth. “Didn’t see it until the last minute.”

“And you got this far afterwards?” Danse asks.

Nate grins at that. “Also got pretty beat up. Didn’t expect a…” he wonders off for a moment, his breathing becoming shallow before he perks up again, “didn’t expect a baseball bat to hurt that badly.” He quirks even in his near death state.

The Paladin doesn’t say anything else to that as he wraps the remaining bandage around Nate’s torso. He pulls it tight, keeping pressure on the wound. Nate flinches at every movement, squeezing his eyes shut with his jaw set tightly. Danse looks over his handy work and deems it able to last the trip back. Not perfect, but good enough.

“Can you stand?” Danse asks.

Nate looks at him bleakly through squinted eyes. His trembling isn’t as bad as it was before, but he looks as if holding his head up is a mission.

“I’ll take that as a no,” the Paladin answers to himself.

He gathers Nate’s things back into his pouches and quickly realizes the man is out of stimpacks. Stupid mistake. Coming out here with barely anything on him. Does he think himself invisible!?

Danse stands up and walks back over to his power armour. Without a word, he enters it and heavy metal sets back into place. He now feels more at home inside of the T-60, now coming to the realization that his back was unprotected the entire time he was patching Nate up. Stupid move. But it’s much safer inside 110 pounds of pure steel and machinery. He can protect himself and most importantly, Nate.

He walks over to Nate and as careful as he can, picks him up like some husband taking his wife away to his honeymoon. Nate groans and hisses in pain as the movement pulls and tugs on his side and all the other bruised and bashed places he’s been struck over. The bullet probably not feeling all to comfortable either still wedged in between muscle. Nate holds onto one of the bars on the Paladin’s chest piece with his head dipped between his shoulders.

Danse moves in a hurry out of the building all while trying to not jostle Nate around too much. He just has to make the trip back to the police station.

-

“A true damsel in distress,” are the first words that come from Rhys’s mouth as Paladin Danse walks through the doors.  

Haylen ignores the Knight. She keeps her distance until the Paladin has set Nate down onto a table that she has place into the middle of the side room specifically for him. Danse takes three steps back as Haylen instantly gets to work. She has the basic medical training but has had to learn more from being around the Knight and the Paladin.

“Rhys a need some purified water,” Scribe Haylen instructs without taking her eyes off of Nate.

“What?”

“Now!” She snaps in a tone that both of them rarely seen.

Rhys grumbles as he goes into the back room, leaving them for now. Haylen steadily takes the bandaging off of Nate’s torso, not knowing the full extent of his wounds.

Danse takes his helmet off, the locks hissing and releasing as he does. “As far as I’ve taken note, there is a bullet still in his side and he’s taken multiple hits with a blunt object,” he informs to her.

“Thank you, Paladin,” she says, her voice monotoned with her mind deep on the task at hand.

Nate groans as he moves his hand to his waist, his blood slicked fingers unclipping one of his pouches. He slips out a small device, something that Danse doesn’t recognise at first. But when he holds it out to Haylen, she stops cold.

The Haptic Drive is held between his bloody fingers.

Haylen takes it off him with her mouth a gape. He still got the damn device. Even after all that happen to him.

“Told you I’d get it,” Nate grins as he peers through one narrow eye.

“You stupid man,” Haylen mumbles as she takes it from him.

She sets it aside before returning back to patching Nate up. His priority over the bullet in his side worries Danse for a moment. But he’s seen this happen within the Brotherhood so many times over he can’t truly count them all. Despite being a man out of time, a man from the past. Nate fits into the Commonwealth a little too well.

It could be his military past. Or is pure need to get his son back. But whatever drives him is something that Danse rarely sees within the Commonwealth again. He is aware that Nate’s ranking is unofficial at this moment, but he truly wishes that other members of the Brotherhood could see Nate. Maybe he could inspire people within the Brotherhood. To keep fighting and to keep moving forward.

Danse could deny it a little bit longer for his own sake. Keep himself chin high in work and patrols. But he’ll give himself the benefit of the doubt that Nate’s actions have given Danse a new drive forward. Something he hasn’t felt in a long, long time.

-

:)

[iovesia]

♡ㅤׄㅤִㅤ ୨୧ ⠀ movie aus with the lost boys.

dirty dancing — paul.

60s aesthetic. paul teaching you how to mambo, and other dirty moves. swimming in the lake during sunrise. running to the staff quarters in the late hours to dance your hearts away. pauls hands all over you as he sways you along to the rhythm of the music. constant playing of the ronettes and 'hungry eyes'. hanging out by the log bridge. a summer fling you'd never forget.

⠀

grease — david.

sharing milkshakes at the diner. david teaching you to ride his motorcycle. loaning you his t-birds leather jacket when you're cold. making out in the car at the drive-in movie theaters. sharing cigarettes with you. brushing and greasing his hair for him. going out to celebrate with him and his friends after he wins a street race.

⠀

the princess bride — dwayne.

your knight in shining armour. his all-black attire, and eye mask contrasts perfectly to your flowing princess gown. carries you around everywhere. staying up for sunrises. pulls his sword out at any moment you might be in danger. "as you wish". going horseback riding together. sailing away along the far oceans.

⠀

titanic — marko.

taking you dancing in the third class levels. lying on the deck at night and gazing at the stars. he doodles you in his notepad constantly. pulling pranks on the other first class passengers. investigating the expensive carriages at the bottom of the ship. begs you to join him in america, which you happily do so. living a life of adventure together, with not a boring moment ever.

© iovesia, 2023. do not repost, translate or plagiarise my work.

[fivehundredsporks]

vanity fair gave us a little look into the new Fallout show and I've fucking HAD IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm so fucking sick to the back teeth of the Brotherhood of Steel needing to be in every single fucking fallout related thing. It's just like this franchise is INCAPABLE of leaving them in the fucking dust where they fucking belong, stupid fucking techno-facists that get a raging hardon for ethnically cleansing anything vaguely non-human. AND DON'T GET ME STARTED ON THEIR FUCKNIG MARTY SUE SELF INSERT BAD FANFICTION ASS LEADER. HONESTLY It's the fans that are the worst!!! like those fucking reddit dudebros that bust a fucking nut anytime they see a vertibird or some dude in power armour!!! always excusing their actions just because they aren't real or because they look cool!!!

BUT ALSO WHY THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK IS THE PRYDWEN THERE?????????? WHEN ITS SET ON THE WEST FUCKING COASTT!!!!! ACTUALLY BETTER QUESTION WHY IS IT THERE AT ALL!!!!!! STUPID FUCKNIG BLIMP!!!!! AND THEN THEY'RE POWERFUL AGAIN ON THE WEST COAST WHEN BY NEW VEGAS THEY ARE ON THE VERGE OF BEING WIPPED OUT!!!! AND WHY IS IT T-60 AND NOT T-51B!!!!!! T-60 IS EAST COAST!!!!!! I HATE YOU FALLOUT 4!!!! AND THE DAMAGE YOU'VE DONE!!!!!!

[viktorviolettaenterprises]

Finnish Army WW2 Medium Tanks

Another Sequel of  Of Great Projects about Weapons  and Heavy Machinery That Used During Winter War (1939-1940) &  Continuation War (1941-1944). This Time Around Covering Medium Tanks that used by Finn.  Like A Previous Project Finnish Army During WW2 Relied  Captured Soviets Tanks, Obsolete WW1 Products  Or Licensed  Products From Allied Countries Like Germany Disclaimer:Due Heavy Censorship Regarding Swastika Usage in Western Society, The Details of The Tanks Are Replaced With  Roundel Instead of Finnish Hakaristi. Here We go

LINK

Panzerkampfwagen IV Ausführung J The Panzerkampfwagen IV Ausführung J, also known as Gerät 550 or Sonderkraftfahrzeug 161/2, was the last variant of the famed Panzer IV. It was produced from January 1944 to the last days of April 1945 in the Nibelungenwerk (Ni-Werk) factory in Sankt Valentin, northern Austria.

This variant was characterized by many modifications made to the previous models in order to speed up production and save on valuable raw materials.

Sturmgeschütz III Ausführung G The Sturmgeschütz III (StuG III) assault gun was Germany's most-produced fully tracked armoured fighting vehicle during World War II, and second-most produced German armored combat vehicle of any type after the Sd.Kfz. 251 half-track. It was built on a slightly modified Panzer III chassis, replacing the turret with an armored, fixed superstructure mounting a more powerful gun. Initially intended as a mobile assault gun for direct-fire support for infantry, the StuG III was continually modified, and much like the later Jagdpanzer vehicles, was employed as a tank destroyer. 

This particular model. the G variant of the StuG III tank destroyer comes with thicker armour of up to 80 mm on the front glacis and a 75 mm StuK 40 L/48 gun that gives the vehicle characteristics on par with a Panzer IV. With this cannon on a low-profile construction due to its casemate design, the StuG III G can prove to be a formidable vehicle in the ambush role.

Soviet T-34/85 

The T-34 is a Soviet medium tank from World War II. When introduced, its 76.2 mm (3 in) tank gun was more powerful than its contemporaries,[8] and its 60-degree sloped armour provided good protection against anti-tank weapons. The T-34 had a profound effect on the conflict on the Eastern Front, and had a long-lasting impact on tank design. The tank was praised by multiple German generals when encountered during Operation Barbarossa, although its armour and armament were surpassed later in the war. 

Replacing many light and medium tanks in Red Army service, it was the most-produced tank of the war, as well as the second most-produced tank of all time (after its successor, the T-54/T-55 series). With 44,900 lost during the war, it also suffered the most tank losses ever. Its development led directly to the T-44, then the T-54 and T-55 series of tanks, which in turn evolved into the later T-62, that form the armoured core of many modern armies. T-34 variants were widely exported after World War II, and as recently as 2010 more than 130 were still in service.

This Particular Model: The T-34-85 (German designation: T-34/85) was a major improvement with an 85 mm gun in a three-man turret. 

Soviet T-28 Model 1938 

The T-28 was a Soviet multi-turreted medium tank. The prototype was completed in 1931, and production began in late 1932. It was an infantry support tank intended to break through fortified defences. The T-28 was designed to complement the heavier T-35 (also multi-turreted), with which it shared turret designs. The type did not have great success in combat, but it played an important role as a development project for Soviet tank designers. A series of new ideas and solutions that were tried out on the T-28 were later incorporated in future models. 

This Particular Model is T-28 Model 1938 (T-28B) – version with the improved L-10 76.2 mm gun (from 16.5 to 26 calibres). Some older tanks were also backfitted with spare L-10 guns. The rod antenna replaced the horseshoe in early 1939.

[chocmoon-latte]

I don't play Fortnite, but apparently the only Fallout skins they added into the most recent update were all just five different recolours of the same T-60 power armour. Can't say I'm surprised.

[skittybot]

Is it wrong to have the most insane debilitating stupid gut-wrenching Crush on Fallout 4 T-60 Power Armour with the Creation Club Outcast Paint on? I don't want towear it I dom't nneed it powered On I just w anna um just in my bed anf it oh umm ...

>.<

im not huge on the fallout designs but its certainly not a sin. go nuts

[crystal-grotto]

//don't imagine Fallout!Renjai in a suit of T-60 or T-45 armour decorated with deathclaw trophies, don't do it

[gameing-time]

Another battle!

FOR THE BROTHERHOOD! FOR MY SIBLINGS IN THE IRIS!

Paladin Danse vs Sheeka

Paladin Danse info:

Height: 6 foot 6

Weight: 220lbs (normally) 700+lbs (in Power Armour)

Weapon: Laser Rifle, know your enemy perk (20% damage to synths ghouls and super mutants)

Armour: T-60 Power Armour

Strengths: One of the highest ranking and most respected of Elder Maxon’s Brotherhood of Steel, Above peak human strength (As a Synth Danse is stronger than natural men, Able to lift more and hit harder than natural men), Above peak human durability (As a Synth Danse is tougher than any natural men, In his Power Armour he can withstand bullets/lasers/explosions), Well versed military tactician,being a gen 3 synth he's immune to radiation and highly resistant to poison.

Weaknesses: Despite being tougher than natural humans, Danse is as mortal as them upon realisation that he is, in fact, a Synth leaves Danse suicidal. Synths are canonically weak to energy weapons and Emps he's wearing the 'basic' power armor while strong. it's still the weakest power armor set aside from the T-45 amrour it's based on Dosent wear a helmet.

Sheka info

Height: 7 foot 4

Weight:96lbs without the body 997lbs with the body

Weapons:Solar powered laser drill,Orb of molavalence (a broken orb like zenyata uses that she made magnetic as a thrown projectile),modified architect arm(creates hardlight Sheilds and weapons mostly Axes considering the pinkish blue hue she's using some bio-light she found mixed with Vishua's hardlight tech.) A fire hose full of nanites (somehow self replicating)

Amour:whatever scraps she could find but mostly broken omincs and discarded broken armour peices from anyone she could find. Calls it 'Army mode'

Strengths:Despite not being part of any faction of the overwatch world she's well known by all of them and is concerned a threat to most of them due to her skills prone to reverse engineering technology she dosent have and is always on the road to find more things to add to herself. Superhuman strength(can use either arm to damage D.VA's mech and Reinhart's amrour. Can throw around bastion who's at least 800lbs if her body schematics are correct she could be on par with Winston the genetically altered Moon gorilla who can fight Doomfist) Superhuman durability (her body can take being burned by torbjorn's molten metal,bullets,bombs,and lasers her armor lessens damage and has self replenishing sheilds.) Peak speed (despite being slower then most omnics she's capable of running at nearly normal human speed. Can give herself a short dash forward with a rocket engine on her back.) Smart enough to reverse engineer hardlight is a skilled hacker can do matanince on her body and heal herself and other omnics Somehow is a skilled doctor. Despite her being a young teen at the time she's claimed she fought in the omnic crisis and overwatch does have records of her being part of a local militia for a few years has survived the omnic crisis the null sector attacks a human omnic war and is currently in sybira fighting in the second omnic crisis became a Shambalie monk at somepoint. Skilled their robbing multiple multi national organizations for tech and weapons. Having an artificial heart lungs eye and intestines she's immune to disease and unable to be affected by poisons has a resistance to radiation.

Weaknesses:she's slower then most of the overwatch cast, her boost is in a straight line, according to Genji and Mercy most of her weapons aren't built for combat, weak to electrocution, missing most of her body. (Thanks to a 3 truck pile up she was in the middle of she lost a eye both her legs a arm and had to have her lungs stomach and heart replaced she also replaced her intestines to stop a particularly bad illness. She's also missing a back and neck vertebrae meaning she can't move her back or neck along with needing a brace to keep herself upright.)

[asouthfacingfridge]

Look upon my works and despair (for me).

151 suits of Power Armour. Every (visible & obtainable without console commands*) paintjob of T-45, T-49, T-51, T-51C, T-60, T-65, X-01, X-02, X-03, Raider, Combat, Spartan, Excavator, Ultracite, Hellcat, Red Shift, Vault-Tec, Submersible, and War Machine, including 1 unpainted suit of each

I also have, in writing, the defensive stats and S.P.E.C.I.A.L modifiers of every full-suit material mod, whether visible or not.

I do not know why I did this.

[clermonthustle]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Under Armour • Sport Style Loose Knit Beige Short Sleeve T-Shirt Size Small.

[hikeslot]

Under Armour Boys' New Freedom Flag T-Shirt

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[tamilynncarlson]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Under Armour Corpus Christi Hooks Baseball T-Shirt XL NWT.

[reavenedges-lies]

Ah yes the fascists are here. I despise how shiny the Power Armour is however it's very pretty. Give me dingy pitted worn down T-60s, T-45s & T-51bs.

Also Remember To Always Check Your Shoes!

[jcmarchi]

DITA Howitzers for Ukraine - What Makes This Weapon Special? - Technology Org

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DITA Howitzers for Ukraine - What Makes This Weapon Special? - Technology Org

Ukraine badly needs strong artillery. Russia has a huge advantage in both the number of troops and weapons, so Ukraine must be ahead in terms of technology and the quality of its weapons. That is why the Netherlands is buying nine outstanding DITA self-propelled howitzers for Ukraine. This artillery system has some amazing capabilities.

DITA 155mm howitzer in 2021. Image credit: Michał Derela via Wikimedia (CC BY-SA 4.0)

The DITA is a highly advanced Czech-made self-propelled 155 mm howitzer, based on the earlier DANA. The DANA is a Czechoslovak self-propelled eight-wheel howitzer, in service since 1981. Mobility and speed have always been the main advantages of the DANA, which Ukraine also enjoys. But the DANA is a 152.4 mm howitzer, which is the old Eastern Bloc and Russian standard. Meanwhile, the DITA is a modern interpretation of this weapon, which not only has a lot of impressive technology, but also fires 155 mm rounds.

Why is the calibre important? It is already difficult for the West to supply Ukraine with artillery shells. However, finding 155 mm shells is a bit easier because it is the NATO standard. Such ammunition is produced in Western countries, and although it is also in short supply, it will be easier to produce larger quantities of such shells in the future than to find old Soviet 152.4 mm ammunition.

The DITA is an artillery system of impressive capabilities, made for speed. The location of the opposing artillery can be determined by the flight trajectory of the projectiles – there are counter-battery radars for this purpose. Sometimes it’s best to arrive at the firing site, fire a few shots, and leave before the enemy can fire back – this tactic is called shoot-and-scoot.

🇳🇱🇺🇦 “The DITA howitzer is a modern firing system that can hit targets tens of kilometers away. That is why the Netherlands recently ordered 9 howitzers for Ukraine in the Czech Republic”, – MoD of the Netherlands pic.twitter.com/mYmSQtvBZz

— MAKS 23 🇺🇦👀 (@Maks_NAFO_FELLA) February 28, 2024

The DITA is based on a Tatra 8×8 chassis with a 300 kW engine. On the road, this howitzer moves at 80-90 km/h without problems. It is good off-road as well. After arriving at the intended firing location, DITA prepares for shooting in less than 60 seconds. The hydraulic support legs are lowered, the howitzer barrel is automatically raised and directed towards the target, and the automatic loader begins to operate. The DITA can fire 6 shots per minute. Then the howitzer prepares to move in less than 60.

Best of all, the crew sits safely in an armoured, air-conditioned cab. The crew of DITA consists of only 2-3 people who work far from the ammunition compartment.

The Netherlands is buying 9 Czech DITA howitzers for Ukraine. Just that they may take some time to arrive, because it is a completely new weapon and who knows how quickly these systems can be produced. In any case, Ukraine will need good artillery for a long time and DITA is a good tool to have.

The Netherlands buys a lot of weapons for Ukraine. The Commander of the Dutch Armed Forces, General Onno Eichelsheim himself visited the Czech Republic and inspected not only the DITA howitzers, but also the VERA-NG radar system. He emphasized that military support for Ukraine is still the highest priority of the Netherlands.

Previously, the Netherlands ordered 100 MR-2 anti-aircraft guns from Czech manufacturers and together with the USA and Denmark bought 100 modernized T-72 tanks. The Netherlands thus became one of the main customers of the Czech arms industry. But, of course, with the goal of transferring everything to Ukraine.

General Onno Eichelsheim also echoed what most European leaders are now saying – Europe needs to ramp up its own arms production not only for Ukraine, but also for its own security.

Written by Povilas M.

Sources: The Netherlands Ministry of Defence, Wikipedia

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