An aristocrat born into a militaristic society, young Fathith knew his place in life. At an early age, he was enrolled in the Dulsin University of Metaphysics and specialized in telepathy. First in his class, best in the school, Fathith was inducted into military life upon completion of the required cirriculum. Like all that dwell in the Lands of Night, military service wasn't just a choice, it was a way of life. The only way of life for most...

Even in military service, Fathith out-shown the masses of officers around him. He showed imagination and creativity, which the military mind found dangerous. But he also exhibited a loyalty to the status-quo that was unmatched, even by the most battle-hardened specimens of his race. Promotions came quick, often at the loss of status by other comrades. But the young officer didn't care... Only the strong survived.

After a number of years of glorious service, Fathith was transferred to Military Intelligence... One of the most covented positions available. His first assignment was his most dangerous; that of rooting out spys within the military structure itself. He was responsible for the tracking, apprehension, and execution of dozens of 'questional' officers, including his ex-roommate from the University. Again, he managed to impress his superior officers... Not only with his cunning and perception, but with the ruthlessness in which he carried out his orders.

Finally, a great prize was his. Commander of the newly established Ether Corps, a black-op force within the basic military shell. They are responsible for raiding, capturing, and ultimately destroying Ether-capable vessels, considered a high-risk for invasion by the High Council of Minds (the ruling body in the Lands of Night). Promoted to the rank of Lense, Fathith was on the fast track to becoming a council member himself...

If he survived that long.