Biography: Lex was born in 810 A.S. on Manhattan, at the very heart of Liberty. His father was a xenoarchaeologist — one of those researchers who obsessively studied the ruins of the ancient Dom'Kavash civilization, collecting and cataloguing artifacts, conducting comparative analyses of relics across various sectors. Some saw it as an eccentric quirk, others as madness, but for Lex’s father, it was a lifelong calling. And, oddly enough, it was this passion that allowed him to provide for the family.
But then, everything collapsed.
During the events later known as the Colony Wars, Liberty was swept by a wave of violence, covert purges, and inexplicable bans. Raids struck the homes of researchers, collectors, former expedition members, and even simple artifact enthusiasts. The Hale household was broken into, the entire collection confiscated without explanation, equipment destroyed, and all records incinerated in disposal furnaces. It wasn’t just a personal catastrophe — a true manhunt began. He wasn’t imprisoned, but the feeling of being watched never left.
Lex hadn’t been born yet, but he clearly remembered the distorted look on his father’s face when he spoke of those days.
Since then, Lex had been haunted by one question: what really happened? Why did even the slightest hint of artifact research lead to the destruction of reputations, destinies, and entire lives?
Before the academy, he could only gather fragments. Public sources offered only neutral lines: “Donau incident,” “terrorist threat,” “President Jacobi’s ban on the study of unknown-origin artifacts.” These official reasons never justified the cruelty he suspected. And the more he looked, the more doubts he had.
After enrolling in West Point Academy, Lex chose cybersecurity as his primary focus, while also completing a piloting course for light fighters. He stood out — primarily for his persistence. Graduating with honors, he received an offer from the Liberty Security Force (LSF) and was assigned to the California system.
There, he met a fellow officer named Jared — a man with a sharp sense of humor, open mind, and, as it turned out, a clear purpose. They often discussed past events, Liberty’s shadows, and gaps in the archives. Step by step, Jared guided Lex toward one conclusion:
— Have you ever wondered what really triggered the bans and mass raids on everyone even remotely involved in artifact research? Why did the authorities outlaw it with such fury, as if it wasn’t just technology, but an existential threat?
Lex just shrugged. Jared smirked.
— Why were people, who just a day earlier were the prime targets of every agency, suddenly cleared of all charges and awarded the highest honors?
Lex remained silent, but doubt and confusion were written all over his face.
— Because it was a threat. Not to humans — to them. To those pulling the strings from the shadows. The Houses were no longer ruled by who we thought they were. And the artifacts... they were the only way to stop them.
Lex tried to brush it off. But Jared didn’t stop. He handed Lex an encrypted file titled “The Order.” Cracking it turned out easier than expected. Inside were fragments of reports, intercepted transmissions, data on the Omicrons and the Omegas, and mentions of an alien race — allegedly from another galaxy. And most importantly — hints at the true reasons behind the destruction of the Donau and the secret war within the Houses.
The file ended with a single message:
“You have two paths:
One — close this file and keep serving.
Two — understand that you and your skills are needed elsewhere.
The choice is yours.”
Lex didn’t take long to decide.
A few days later, the Lane Hackers triggered a data leak. Lex and Jared were sent to the Galileo Gate to trace the source of the signal. But they never returned. Officially, they were marked as missing in action. In truth, this marked the beginning of Lex’s new life — as an agent of The Order.
For the next five years, Lex operated throughout Sirius. He analyzed signal intercepts, cracked encrypted files, and eliminated saboteurs embedded by Nomad agents. The work was dark and dangerous, but finally gave him the answers that had haunted him since childhood.
In 835 A.S., Lex received a new assignment — to travel to the Omicron Delta system and report to Dabador Station. He was told he’d be met by an Order pilot who would brief him on the operation. The task seemed routine at first glance, but it was there that his path crossed with the 34th Order Long-Range Expeditionary Brigade: “Hades.”
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