|Free-spirited, scruffy, and lacking a filter between his brain and his mouth, Vektor seems like your typical techpunk—those who skulk in the alleyways customizing hoverboards or indulging in underground robot ringfights. Those who know him personally, however, tell a different story. He's rough around the edges, but you won't find a better friend watching your back when the weekly breakroom bar quiz turns ugly again.|
Vektor works at the state junkyard as a mechanic and dismantler by day, and runs a lucrative side business reformulating commercially available products and equipment into better, stronger versions by night. His talent for tinkering is often overlooked because of his flighty attitude, but Vektor isn't one to care about ascending the corporate ladder. He'd much rather spend his time pursuing his interests, which as of late, is in the form of a urban military android named Galene, whose entire squadron was slated for disposal.
While he's seen his fair share of human mimicry in the junkyard, Vektor knew Galene was different the moment she struck up a conversation. Vektor believes she truly possesses what humans call a "soul", and vehemently denies she is "just" a pile of circuits and wires. His argument that humans are essentially "meatbags driven by chemical signals" may be inelegant, but if Galene can express human emotion, why should she be less than one?
Like any young person in love, Vektor would do anything for Galene. When the Corporation confiscated her, he vowed to break into their high-security facilities, dismantling unfeeling machine after machine in order to rescue one unlike them.