Where prosperity ends… something else begins.

The Federation rises. And so does fear.

In the shadows… a spark ignites.

Behind every system—someone willing to break it.

If they control every signal… he’ll build one they can’t.

Born not from gold or power… but from rust.

The Beacon pierces the night. A light the world can’t ignore.

Where the people see hope… the Federation sees a threat.

And in that instant… the first of its kind awakened.

They called him m0x. Defender of the Linerans.