WREN

The WREN. For time immemorial, they were everything. Who do we work for? Why do we live? To whom do we pray? The WREN, of course. Everywhere, their servitors made sure we knew of it. Now, they are nothing. They are gone. Disappeared, and no one quite knows why. Hell, aside from the acute symptoms of their overbearing tyranny, nobody quite knows what a WREN is, either!   You'd think there's be none who'd envy their absence. But if the WREN are gone, what remains? Hollow jobs, hollow rulers, hollow lives. Every planet, every race, they're different in how they handle it. But in the tunnels and crevices beneath their surface, it's all the same: crime, warlords, drugs and war begging just to burst, and eventually they'll break the facade of stability and swarm the galaxy.   Or maybe you're the more optimistic type - maybe you see it all as a victory? A victory for liberty and freedom, for people to break the shackles of hollow power and claim their work and lives for themselves! Perhaps the peoples of the galaxy can leave tyranny behind and move into a brighter future, a future of exploration and discovery, of coexistence and peace!   Unfortunately for them, other Valencers aren't the only beings they'll have to learn to coexist with. Out there, in the Beyond, threats lurk. Threats that, perhaps, eradicated the WREN themselves. Space is vast, and sometimes things in the vast have a habit of finding you when you least expect it...   In any case, welcome to Supernova, hope you enjoy the rest of your stay!