Fallout: Wasteland Doll Commander

Preston's Point of View

Sanctuary's Temporarily Mess tent breeze carried the scent of stew with brahmin meat, molerats meat with some vegetable like tato and side dish with melons setup by the new settlers who just join in for minutemen. My team had just finished another round of drills. General Nate, ever the soldier, stayed on the field, putting his squad through another round of cover drills and jam-clearing exercises.

I headed toward the mess tent, hoping for a seat and a hot cup of the meal, when I spotted a familiar silhouette under the shade of a tarp. Commander Sarah stood beside Mr. Long and his son. The boy clung to her arm. Mr. Long's voice was tight with emotion.

Mr. Long: "We remember that bird. You dropped fire on those bastards after Quincy. Again near Lexington. That... that wasn't luck. You saved us. We just never knew who to thank, Thank you.... truly."

Sarah didn't say much—just gave a quiet nod. She knelt to give the boy a comforting pat before standing again, her expression unreadable.

I lingered, caught between memories and the present.

That vertibird back in Quincy… it had always returned. We never saw who flew it. Now I did.

Then I heard the shuffle of old boots and the rasp of someone all too familiar.

Mama Murphy: "Mmm... so the shadows step into the light. Took 'em long enough."

I turned. She stood by one of the guard posts, wrapped in her patchwork shawl, eyes milky but locked on Sarah. Sarah didn't flinch, just folded her arms.

Commander Sarah: "What do you want, Madam Murphy?"

Murphy chuckled.

Mama Murphy: "Oh, nothin' from you, child. I just came to give you a reminder. That man you're walkin' beside? He's chasin' a piece of his soul."

Sarah narrowed her eyes.

Commander Sarah: "Do you mean Mr.Nate?"

Murphy nodded slowly.

Mama Murphy: "He won't find what he's lookin' for out here in the weeds and ruins. His path... it leads to the big green jewel."

Commander Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Diamond City? huh, never expect to that place again."

Murphy gave that half-smile of hers—the one that made your spine itch like she knew something you didn't.

Mama Murphy: "Yup. That's where the past awaits for him. with new questions. So don't rush him. Just… make sure he gets there in one piece. hehehe"

Commander Sarah didn't reply. She didn't need to.

Murphy slowly turned to me, then back to the street, humming something old and strange as she walked away.

I looked to Commander Sarah , but she was already slipping back into her gear, her gaze once again fixed on the map inside her wrist display. Back to the mission. Back into the shadows.

But I saw the crease in her brow.

Even for Commander Sarah, I think, knew better not to ignore a prophecy which got me head to north safely.