Well, it's my first fic. Here goes nothing.

Warning: This fic is very dark, with references to sex, rape and prostitution, drugs, alcohol, murder, tobacco, and more. This should be a given though.

She wanted to cry. For the thousandth time today, she wanted to cry.

She just escaped Vault 101, the only home she had ever known, leaving behind countless friends, and a collapsing government. All because of her father.

Oh well, she thought. Time to start over, I guess. It was time to reflect.

Her name was Catherine. Given to her moments after her mother died, and she was born. Her mother was her namesake.

Ten years later, she had gotten her BB gun. Probably her favorite toy to use. She trained with it constantly since she got it. Even now, after she got the pistol from Amata, she brought it with her as a reminder. Or for some money. The thought came to her mind as she reached the end of the rock she was on and looked ahead.

There was a destroyed town in front of her, Springvale, the name taken from a nearby sign.

Time for more reminiscing. When she was 16 she passed the G.O.A.T. test, and became the vaults Tattoo Artist. She also remembered her dad flipping out when she told him. She laughed. Good memories.

She turned a corner and saw what seemed to be a robot standing in front of a gate. "Welcome to Megaton. Please enjoy your stay." It said, in a slow, robotic voice. She walked up to the gate and it shot up, revealing another door.

She walked in side, and looked down in shock. There was a nuke sitting in the middle of town. An African-American man calmly walked up to her. "I see you've noticed the nuke. Don't worry, it doesn't work." He chuckled. "Names Lucas Simms. Mayor/Sherrif. You?" "Catherine. Catherine Solitarus." She managed. "Pleased to meet you, Catherine." She tried swallowed her fears, at least to be kind. "I could say the same to you, Mr. Simms." "Friendly AND well mannered. We should get along fine, right?" He grabbed his pistol, as I sign of intimidation. Well, I'm a thief, but you won't ever know that. She thought.

"Of course. Now, about the bomb." "What about it?" He asked. "Shouldn't someone disarm the thing?" He thought for a moment. "None of the local folk are good enough with explosives. Why, do you want to give it a shot?" She shook her head. "Not good with explosives, sorry." "Alright. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Have you seen my dad? Tall, middle-aged guy, kinda looks like me?" "Yeah, I think so. He was headed to Morriarty's Saloon. He'll know more." He pointed to a building.

As she walked to the Saloon, she passed the bomb, being careful to not get irradiated. She climbed up the stairs and opened the door, going face to face with a zombie. "Ahh! Zombie!" She screamed. "Woah woah! Calm down, I'm not a zombie." The creature said. "I'm a ghoul. I ws exposed to radiation after the Great War. That's why I look like this."

She calmed down, and fear turned to embarrassment. "Oh sorry, I'm new here, just left my Vault." The ghoul looked surprised. "You're not going to hit me? Not even a little?" "Hadn't planned on it..." Wow! So there are kind people besides Nova. The names Gob. You?" "My name is Catherine. Catherine Solitarus."

"Good to meet you." "Likewise. Do you know where Morriarty is? I was told he'd have some answers."

"Collin Morriarty, at your service!" A new voice joined. A white haired man. "I heard your conversation. Lookin for your dad?"

"What? I never said-" "Didn't need to. Your his splittin image!" She sighed. "Yeah." "Alright, since your new here, I'll help ya out." All though he wasn't looking at her face, but her breasts. Yeah right, dick.

"He told me he was gong to Galaxy News Radio, but he didn't tell me why." "Where is this Galaxy News Radio?" She asked. "That, my dear, will cost ya." She sighed. "I don't have any money." "I didn't mean money." He was looking at her breasts again.

"I'm not a Prostitute!" She yelled. "Don't need to be. Information doesn't come cheap."

"Hey boss, Gob needs you." Morriarty looked pissed. "That fucking ghoul I'll fucking stab that sonofabitch." He muttered.

As Morriarty left, the girl who sent him away walked over. "By I'm Nova." "I'm Catherine. Thanks, by the way." "I know, he's an asshole, but he's to influential to stand up to. Here, I'll mark GNR on your map for you while he's away."

"That's to far for me to go with out proper training and armor." Se sighed. "Go to the Craterside supply. Ask the vendor, Moira, For training. Here, take these." Nova gave her a bunch of Nuka-Cola caps. "What are these for?" Catherine asked. "Bottle Caps are currency. If she charges you for the training, this should cover it."

"Thank you, very much." She then left the Saloon in search of the Craterside Supply.

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Catherine:

Hair Color: Black

Hair Style: Ponytail

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5' 10"

Karma: Neutral

S-5

P-6

E-6

C-7

I-8

A-7

L-1

Tag Skills:

Small Guns- 32

Medicine- 43 (bobblehead)

Sneak- 33