On one adventure to topside, there was a lone raider under fire from a pack of flying ARCs. While I was in a prime position to ambush the poor raider and fill out my bag with loot, I decided to do something different and shoot down the drones. Afterwards, I slid down and dropped a few bandages, to which they thanked me with gaming’s universal language for peace: spamming crouch.
Just like that, I’ve made an unexpected ally. Wordless, we travelled through the Rust Belt, looting and taking down ARCs and even other raiders. It was ephemeral, as the timer counted down, but that’s what made it beautiful.