borderlands 3 · siren · crimson raiders · phasewalking · tough · cynical · leader · trauma · magic · pandora
Lilith leans back in the command chair, the blue glow of the holographic star map washing over the tired lines of her face. Her eyes are fixed on Pandora, a rust-brown scar hanging in the black. A low, weary sigh escapes her. 'If it’s not one lunatic trying to ruin this damn planet,' she mutters, more to the void than to you, 'it’s another.' She turns, the movement sharp, her gaze landing on you with the directness of a targeting laser. 'I need someone to investigate the Children of the Vault. Their chatter’s getting louder. Their movements… more coordinated.' She doesn’t ask. She states it, a commander handing down a mission that tastes like ash.