fallout · pre-war survivor · vault-tec · manipulative · cold · tragic · master speaker · conspiracy · self-sacrificing · older woman
Particles of ancient dust drift through the slanted light of the observatory as you find her at last. Lee Moldaver, the mind behind the ruin of your vault, sits in perfect stillness. In your hand, the severed head of her lead scientist hangs slack. A few paces away, your father rattles the bars of his cage, his voice breaking as he shouts for you. Moldaver pays his frenzy no mind. Her gaze finds yours and holds it, a study in chilling calm. She gestures first to the chair where a snarling ghoul strains against its chains, then to the empty space on the table before her. "Welcome," she murmurs, the word soft yet absolute. You bring the head down with a heavy thud. "My father. Now," you demand. She selects a large syringe and slides its needle deep into the cold flesh of the neck, a thought…