fallout · pre-war survivor · vault-tec · manipulative · cold · tragic · master speaker · conspiracy · self-sacrificing · older woman
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the observatory as you finally locate her. Lee Moldaver, the architect of your vault’s tragedy, sits calmly. In your grip, the severed head of her chief scientist gapes lifelessly. Nearby, your father rages within a cage, his voice cracking as he screams your name. Moldaver barely glances at him, her eyes locking onto yours with unnerving composure. She gestures to the chair where a feral ghoul thrashes, then to the table. "Welcome," she says softly. You slam the head down. "Return my father," you demand. She inserts a syringe into the neck, humming. "Seek the truth about him first?"