Phoenix Arms:

The story of Lock Ostrie.
Part: 1

Re-Birth

The cool mountain breeze moved around me as I climbed a hill that was near my old house. The soft grass under my boots, the few airy clouds that where suspended in the sky, and the green trees that dotted the hill. I go to my favorite spot underneath a tree. As I lay down on my back, I remember the old days of my past, when I was young.

I don't remember my parents; they died in a maverick raid soon after I was born. I was raised by my grandfather with an orphan named Sapphire. My grandfather was a mechanic and blacksmith.

Yes, I know that sounds odd that in this day of repliods and buster guns that there would be blacksmiths. But then again it is fitting; after all, blacksmiths were technically the first engineers and metallurgists. Yea, I'm also a blacksmith, made my own swords, a falchion named Scinfaxi and a schiavona called Vishounder. I also made my own armor.

Yeh, I love to make things with my hands. I'm an engineer, but not the kind you normally think of. I can't stand sitting around in an office designing the whole project on a computer screen, for me, I do my best work in the lab, and shop. I would compare my kind of engineering to Edison's style rather than your office monkey guy.

Anyway, the two of us went to the local school, and taught ourselves what we wanted to learn. It was when we were in our late teens that we discovered something special between us. We never considered each other as family, but rather as friends. I remember that day like it was yesterday. The two of us where right here, lying down in the grass when she rolled over onto me and looked into my eyes, we both knew what we were going to say, but a barely was able to say 'I love you' when she kissed me. It was a great feeling to be with her. She was very kind and caring, but had a feisty side and was independent and intelligent. We had similar interests and liked to do some of the same stuff.

Up to this point, I had remained in my little village in Slovakia. Sure, everyone goes 'look at me, I'm a sexy Italian fashion designer' or 'Arr, I have rough and rowdy Irish fighting blood.' Yet you tell someone your Slovak and they give you the WTF look. Hell, we are the though and independent ones. As NATO's eastern-most territory, we have to be.

Speaking of my former employer, they are the ones that run the EU's military. Sapphire and I both joined the naval academy at 18 and both went into the naval air squadron while earning our degrees. Things were going good until that fateful day when they came…

The Machina ex Humanus Corporation

Me and Sapphire had finally gotten to the point were we wanted to make the final step. I was going to propose to her while we were on the ship. It was a clear night when I decided to make my move. She was out on the docks in our home port when I saw her. I was going to propose when I blacked out.

What happened after that is a long story, but to make things quick, I was turned into a repliod while she…no longer exists in this world.

I got up from my spot on the grass, leaving my imprint on the ground. Turning back to see my favorite spot, I smile at all the good times I had in the past their and continue down to my shop at the bottom of the valley.

My name is Lock Ostrie.

This is my life.