[Do I think Marcus would ever pay anyone to watch his shop? Not really. It's kind of an unnecessary thing considering how the shops work in the game, but meh.]

Lucy D'armitz: Retail clerk at munitions store in Fyrestone. [Licensed massage therapist]

Age: 30 Race: Human. Sex: Female.

Height: 5'10 Weight: 153.34 lbs.

Planet of origin: Dionysus.

Favorite Color: Lavender

Allegiances: Co-worker and Reggie [anti-tank rifle].

Likes: At this point, not dying and getting paid sounds good.

Dislikes: Liars

Hi. I know what you're thinking. Why the hell is a woman with a massage therapy license working for a man like Marcus Kincaid, on Pandora of all places? Well, I'll tell you. It's all thanks to my stupid, worthless, scumbag of an ex-fiancé, Robert.

Now, Robert, was a con man. What he did, was make people fall in love with him (the charming bastard) and marries them in order to have his name on their bank account. His previous and final mark? Me.

I should have known better than to say yes to his proposal. I was too young, fresh out of college, just ready to start my career when this sexy, six-and-a-half foot, grey fox of a man came sauntering into my life. After a few coffee dates and, well, a few other things, I found myself smitten. The two of us lived together for a year before he proposed. The ring was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen, it was gold and topaz, and completely fake.

Anyway, just a few weeks before the wedding he ran off, along with my 200,000 dollars of savings and left me 800,000 dollars in debt. Piece of shit put a credit card in my name and used it to buy all kinds of things, like a private space shuttle so he could go running off to the border planets so he wouldn't get caught.

Well, I tracked him down to this hell hole and shot him in the dick. Unfortunately, he died before he could tell me where my money was, and I got stuck here. I suppose, I shouldn't have been using an explosive shot gun, but damn if it didn't feel good to kill that rat bastard.

Being stuck on a planet like Pandora, meant a lot of things. Primarily that my career was shot, and I needed a job and friends if I was going to survive here. I was lucky to find that job posting to manage the arms shop in Fyrestone.

Well, not so much manage the store than manage the seventeen-year-old blonde girl actually in charge of the place. People call her the Devil, but I call her the college girl, since I'd always find her nose in some textbook and jotting down notes about, well, anything. I think she was obsessed with the process of studying; it didn't really matter what it was. She also pulled a double shift, helping out at the Clinic when she wasn't on the clock for Marcus.

So why did they call her the Devil? Well, the child was also responsible for starting a few bandit wars in the badlands. Thanks to an accidental status she gained after killing some bandit leader named "Copperhead", she became a bandit leader herself. A year ago, she caused a war that nearly destroyed the town. She just had to set fire to a bandit clan's entire collection of explosives. Though to be fair, it was Marcus's fault since he told her to stick her nose in some place she shouldn't have. She cleaned up her mess though, always did. She's a good kid, crazy and reckless, but I guess you can see why she's called the Devil now.

The girl left after that fiasco, took an injured pup skag with her to Sanctuary so she could stay with family for a while. Said something about some unfinished business up north and figuring out what she needed to do. It sounded cryptic to me, but I thought it'd be good for her. People took advantage of her anyway, and it was the first I ever heard of her having family somewhere. I thought they all died or something, good to know she had some place to go.

After she was gone business continued as usual, until Slege showed up and the morons that followed her began to follow him. Asshole stole my rifle before Marcus closed the shop, leaving me with almost no work options. For a year I did all kinds of odd jobs, even learned how to wire some explosives. But still, it wasn't enough. I thought about contacting the college girl to see if she knew anyone I could stay with, but I left it as a final resort. Imagine my shock when I heard that Marcus re-opened the store in Fyrestone.

I hopped into that fast-travel station faster than it could take me to Fyrestone. Marcus was a cheapskate but working in that store was the safest job I've ever had. Something about being surrounded by weapons made me feel better about my situation.

Not even one second passed before I practically had the door broken down by my first customers.

All four of them were cranky after having stood in the Pandoran sun for an hour. I wound up getting into an argument with Mr. Buzzard head about not refunding him for a bad gun. Piece of shit was so dramatic, and his sense of entitlement pissed me off so much I wanted to shove a grenade in his mouth. But I didn't. That'd be poor customer service. I explained to him that Marcus has a no refund policy, but he can sell it back for a portion of the price.

Buzzard Head did, finally, back off when two of his buddies interjected. A soldier and a very large brute. I had to start questioning why I took the job back when they started dueling in front the shop. I remember thinking: oh great, another group of troublemakers. I wondered how long it'll be until the shop closes down again.

As it turned out, them showing up was a good thing. The Brute came by a lot to purchase grenades. The others came to purchase supplies as well (with the acceptation of Buzzard Head), but it was mostly the brute that gave me most of my business.

According to what I've overheard with his conversations with his friends, he was primarily using the Fyrestone shop to restock on ammo and grenades and avoided using the shops at other outposts. The Brute had heard that Marcus doesn't actually pay his employees by the hour and muttered something about wanting to help. I supposed he was more than just another brute and decided I should ask his name when he came in.

"Brick," was what he answered. A sort of single syllable grunt that was more awkward sounding than both of us expected. He had cleared his throat, and faked a cough, "I, uh, got some dust in my throat. You… got something to drink?"

I picked up a bottle of water and handed it to him. When he took it, I couldn't help but notice how large his hands were, and how tall he was. I'm quite tall myself, and rarely had to strain to look at anyone in the eye, but with him I had to practically crane my neck to look at his face.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

He looked at me after before he took a drink of the water, a shy expression in his blue eyes.

"Uh, what's your name?"

I had to smile at him, "My name's Lucy."