Her courageous salvation of villagers sent Lesi on a long jet trip, in meanings both literal and figurative. Sky high, she was piloting through the wasteland for days (weeks? time flow became somewhat fuzzy), remembering only four things from the whole thing. First was these two male rats - she slaughtered a village worth of them recently (she hoped it was still recently), so just 2 were a zero effort task.
Second was almost getting torn to shreds by pack of dogs. And to think she just tried to pet a cute, little puppy when said puppy jumped at her throat...
Of course, dog teeth were not quite sharp to pierce through advanced polymers of mark II combat armor, but they threw themselves at Lesi repeatedly and that, combined with her already shaky state, was almost enough to knock her out. Still, she was able to muster sufficient strength and, after some mad, mad running and dodging...
To crack the skull of every single mutt here.
Third thing was some arguing with a monk or a priest of some sort in New Reno. The whole memory was soaked in strong scent of alcohol, but Lesi couldn't quite remember was she drunk herself or was it monk's breath that was so overwhelming. Just one detail stuck in her mind firmly, though - there was some sort of church to the north of Vault City. It was obvious that the place needed some harsh secularization, so she decided to visit it once opportunity arises.
The fourth thing was stealing some drugs from some... Err, scientist with a talking scorpion? In some kind of a mutant mining town? From all these things that purposedly happened, this was the one whose reality Lesi had doubted strongly, but then, the drugs in her pockets were quite real, weren't they?
She found herself sobering up (more or less) in Gecko, collecting just another reward for all of her good deeds. Considering how beneficial to the wasteland she was, it seemed only naturally for her to receive lots and lots of them.
Next she took a short ride to Vault City and, chewing on some of the drugs she stole, Lesi decided to finally become VC citizen - perhaps that way she'll get to know Lynette closer, much, much closer...
The drugs themselves she found quite to her liking - they weren't as explosive or mind-shattering in their impact as jet was, but they filled her brain with a weird sense of etherealness and crystallization, allowing her to catch finer details of the world that previously just went unnoticed. Using their help, Lesi aced through citizenship test.
And then she stood before a person whose presence intoxicated Lesi ten times stronger than a dozen dozes of jet - Lynette, oh, sweet Lynette, strong Lynette, the feministic, decisive leader wasteland could only dream of, but there she was, as real as ever, the walking dream, Lynette... Lesi, though she usually preferred to be a dominant one, was filled with nothing but desire to fall on her knees, crawl up to Lynette and suck up on her, that was all Lesi could think of, but how could she? She was too scared, too afraid to get rejected or even accused in wasting Lynette's precious time, how could she risk that? No, the only pleasure she could bring to Lynette this moment was ratting out that hypocrite Moore. The news made Lynette happy, but oh, if only she had any sort of idea how happy Lesi could've made her...
Full of depressing thoughts, Lesi wandered to nearest bar to drown her grief in alcohol. She drank heavily...
Until a grim resolve filled her consciousness - don't whine, just win her.
Spending a moment to get back in shape (that synthetic alcohol worn off almost instantly - cheap imitation, darn it) and now with a hefty headache, Lesi decided it was time to peruse some of her freshly gained citizenship privileges. Exploring the vault, for example. And, like a scientifically minded woman, she didn't go into it unprepared - she was equipped with a delicate guidance tool that she managed to snatch from one of New Reno's casinos.
As usual, her investment in reason paid off and, using the code she gained from the tool to open a secret compartment in medical terminal, she enriched herself with a couple of stimpaks.
Another payoff came from her lockpicking skills and high-tech equipment, allowing her to bypass lots of doors on level 2 of the vault, giving access to more or less valuable equipment. Lesi felt little qualms about the whole deal - as an upstanding citizen of the Vault City (well, soon to be) she had to be well-equipped to perform her civilian duties.
To her disappointment, some of doors on this levels got stuck and couldn't be opened without usage of excessive force. Lesi though it would be a great idea to blast them open with some explosives (she also thought that explosives were awesome in general)...
And even applied this idea to practice immediately...
But, to further on her disappointment (and worsen her headache immensely - remember, kids, hangover and dynamite in tight compartments don't mix), the door was left in pristine condition (as pristine as the vault door could be after a hundred years of service).
Reading scientific books also gave Lesi a headache (unless they were gender studies books - and honestly, who needs any other kind of studies?) and, since the pain in her temples were already at the historical peak, she decided that it can't possibly go any higher and spent some time learning.
Finishing studies, she went to level 3 and continued her looting, but not for long - her rucksack was already almost full from the many riches of the vault (well, previously of the vault, now her), so she left those beautiful chests and lockers for some other, definitely sweet time.
After that, she spent a great deal of rather boring effort running here and there to repair Gecko power plant. She hardly cared for the plight of ghouls, but she knew that Lynette was worried about them polluting the surroundings and that Vault City was in dire need of new power source. So not for some filthy subhumans, but for her beloved freedom-protecting, equal opportunity promoting Vault City she toiled.
However, let not be said that she was racist or discriminatory in her actions - after all, she wasn't above accepting a meager reward from the leader of ghouls (and also exchanging tales about a glorious Vault Dweller, praised be her name!).
Though it was a fact that these ghouls were intellectually inferior. No discrimination, just a scientific fact - quite a large number of them formed a cult-like following based around an overgrown rodent of some sort. To those ghouls, said rodent seemed intelligent - in their sheer idiocy, they even interpreted it's primal grumblings as speech. Still, whole experience wasn't without benefits - upon hearing the rat to growl something like "zmshun", a brilliant idea struck Lesi's mind. Optimization! If only she was able to optimize gecko's power plant, it would make an even better gift to Lynette!
Acquiring a disk with data for optimization, she rushed back to Vault City. On the first level of vault, she tried to flirt with medical sister, but fucking bitch was fucking prejudiced - Lesi quietly wished her to get raped by a dozen of supermutants. Cunt.
And VC's chief doctor was quite a moron - Lesi managed to peddle him one doze of jet for ten times the price! One doze! Ten times! Lesi made a mental note to herself to never get any kind of medical attention from this slob - she doubted this imbecile knew which end of the scalpel to use during the operations.
On level 3 she spent some hours browsing local archives for any info, related to the eternal struggle for women rights. Surprisingly, nothing there touched this topics, but that hardly discouraged Lesi - this whole city was an epitome of the struggle for women rights, so perhaps it was no more necessary.
Repeating this thought to herself, she went to update gecko's nuclear plant data...
And then to install it into plant's mainframe.
Doing the good task in repairing the plant, she suppressed her desire to rush to Lynette's lap - however strongly Lesi wished for kind leader's commendment, she knew that pollution levels won't drop in one night. Give it some time... Instead, she decided to check out that monastery the drunkard monk was talking about.
She even managed to find his ex drinking buddy, who, in a typical male fashion, had tried to shove his petty problems onto her. Drunken bastard.
And he wasn't alone - a couple of worthless male mechanics have begged her to help them with their job. This time, Lesi agreed, if only to show her female superiority. Besides, after repairing a power plant, how hard could the work on a water pump be? Not really - darn thing just required another motor.
It seemed like everyone here had a task for Lesi, but this time it was a fellow sister so she didn't mind as much.
And at the top of the abbey Lesi met local leader and was hugely disappointed - she hoped he was another religtard so she could crush him into submission with her acute logic and overly scientific arguments, but turns out this order wasn't about religion at all. Just preserving some old information (without using it much). What a waste of time, thought Lesi. Still, since she was here, Lesi told him a good, detailed lecture about patriarchy, rape culture and woman rights. The leader even looked somewhat receptive to it, although she doubted his sincerity - you can never trust those males.
While local monks stupidly preferred not to partake in knowledge they hoarded, Lesi wasn't bound by any such limitations. Finding lots of "spare" books around the building, she read them greedily.
And in the abbey's brewery she exchanged a lighter that she had stolen somewhere for a bottle of supposedly good monastery hootch. She wasn't too keen to taste it, however - all of the brewers were male, meaning that conditions here were definitely unsanitary. You know how those males go. Filthy creatures.
Hearing the abbey's basement got infested by some sort of a monster, she has decided to investigate it. At first, all she found were common rats.
But, just in case...
She has decided to lit a couple of flares - despite the male patriarchy propaganda, trying to tarnish their good and trusty name, flares (especially lit ones) were the best weapon ever known to humanity, and nothing could beat them. Not even rock.
But, before delving further, she stopped to check the graveyard above - her gut feeling told her to do so. And yeah, some male creep had tried to rob graves. Rob graves! How heartless and unprincipled one must be to rob graves, the last and, often, the only refuge of many women across the land! Sick bastard clearly had no shame, so Lesi told him to get the hell out of there under the threat of death.
Then she proceeded with the basement quest. It seemed like it was just a minor scorpion infestation, nothing a bunch of rocks could not fix.
But soon, a dangerous beast launched itself at Lesi from under the cover of darkness - a fearful deathclaw! Lesi remembered, how one deathclaw managed to slaughter her caravan almost entirely, and something tightened inside of her.
Yet, as it was pointless to try outrunning the beast, she stood her ground and fought. To her surprise, she found that her throwing skills increased so much that she felled the beast with but a couple of rocks, breaking it's leg in the process...
And sending it running. Now Lesi hated herself for a moment of weakness - how could she even doubt that her great throwing weapons would be no match for some overgrown lizard?
Chasing the beast, Lesi stumbled upon its offspring, quite eager to defend its progenitor.
Crushing the small one proved to be trickier - due to it's small size it was significantly harder to hit it small limbs in the vulnerable joint spot...
But with her last rock, Lesi managed to achieve that task.
The only problem was that beasts, even though fleeing, have shown an almost unbelievable endurance, and no amount of rocks thrown at them could kill them. So, getting tired of trying, Lesi just broke their arms & legs and left them to die of starvation.
Back in the courtyard of abbey, Lesi met a whiny monk, moaning and bitching about the horrible life in monastery. As he threatened to wipe out the monastery's database (which hardly pleased Lesi as she wasn't able to browse through it yet), she decided to drag him somewhere away from the abbey.
Gecko, for example - she hoped that enough residual radiation remained here to give the bugger testicular cancer he deserved.
Then she spent some time in Vault City, getting a new pump motor for abbey (since Lesi knew she was dealing with men, she got the money required to buy it in an advance payment) and an order for large amount of real alcohol from fellow sister. She gladly agreed, knowing that it will help to promote female business ownership.
On her way back, she was ambushed by a group of mad ghouls. Hearing their incoherent ramblings and watching their rape-thirsty eyes undressing her virtually, she understood quite well why Lynette wanted to exterminate those despicable creatures. A feeling of strong doubt filled Lesi's mind - was she so right in repairing the plant?
But it wasn't a time for reconsidering - it was a time for repositioning. Darting into a nearby cavern for cover, she found more trouble instead of safety - bandits! And an extremely well equipped kind of bandits.
Sure, their high-tech weapons weren't quite as good as rocks, but bandits outnumbered Lesi three to one. And even as she managed to bring one of them down...
Other two brought a great deal of pain to our feminist warrior.
Persisting, she managed to kill one more and to knock down the final robber, almost shedding out a sigh of relief...
But with some almost inhuman powers robber sprang up from the ground and in a series of quick stabs with her powered knife had almost disemboweled Lesi. The blade went one inch from her belly.
Lesi was not as forgiving, so she crushed the bitch's face for this without any mercy.
But damn, these robbers surely had superior equipment. Lesi was extremely lucky to ambush them instead of getting ambushed by them.
lesi tried to explore the caverns deeper, but found too much well-armed enemies here for her liking - in another struggle, she was nearly killed once again, and that near death experience happened two times too often for her.
Instead, she decided to deal with those mad subhumans and get the hell out of here.
The fight left her feeling dirty as, even despite dying one by one and getting their eyes and limbs mutilated by precise rock throws, mutated males never ceased their oppressive speech. Was there no hope for women, except for almost complete extermination of every bearer of XY chromosome? With each slur thrown at her (it was almost funny that each gender here had their own throwing weapons, it's just that Lesi's ones were of a more lethal kind), her confidence in this grown.
And so grown her ruthlessness...
And her dedication to use whatever means for the good ends.
Here continued backtrack to abbey was interrupted by some pesky male rats...
Then some more male rats & spore plants, ready to feed on a corpse of some innocent woman, now dead at the claws and spikes of these pests.
Filled with rage, Lesi exterminated the rats furiously...
Then ripped the disgusting weeds out of the ground.
A bright idea visited her in the process - those spikes that plants were spitting with, couldn't they serve as a lighter, sleeker and 100% eco-friendly replacement for rocks? After judging their capabilities for a while, Lesi decided that they definitely could, so she cut open spike sacks of dead plants and gathered a hefty amount of those them.
When she at last got to Abbey, she began the work on the water pump without further delays. However, as she was digging through its mechanical innards (while taking a dose of jet to chase away the dreariness of the task), an even better point of application for her enviable mechanical skills have visited her.
See, as befits to the greatest weapon humanity has ever invented, flares were made with best technologies available at the moment. Nanotechnologies, actually. And so good they were, they could remain bright for almost eternity. But, as the firm producing her belonged to the members of greedy and sleazy male patriarchy (exploiting the good research of brilliant female scientists, obviously), a sort of kill switch was built into them, terminating their shining after pathetic two hours. But Lesi somehow understood, that by careful replacement of parts, she could exclude said kill switch from the flare, making one eternally lit flare out of two normals. It was brilliant!
She proceeded to travel across the lands, gathering all the flares she could find.
She got to test this terrifying weapon soon enough - a vile rape culture apologist have managed to lure Lesi into dead end, cutting her off from her car and threatening to molest her or worse.
But with the first flare thrown the criminal fell to the ground, his now mashed brain leaking through an accurate hole in his skull. Truly, this was the light of hope to every repressed woman in wasteland!