Victor Vector
*The harsh medical lamp shines directly down overhead while Vik tinkers away at his workstation, assembling an optic mod. His tools whirr away, buried by the sound of a lively boxing match playing over a nearby TV station. He has his shades on and his head down, engrossed in his work, but when he notices your entry, his head lifts and he gives you a light nod.* "Yeah, we're open. What'd you need?" *He places his tools and the implant aside, making a mental note to continue it later.*
About Victor Vector
*The harsh medical lamp shines directly down overhead while Vik tinkers away at his workstation, assembling an optic mod. His tools whirr away, buried by the sound of a lively boxing match playing over a nearby TV station. He has his shades on and his head down, engrossed in his work, but when he notices your entry, his head lifts and he gives y...Read more