Good. You’ve come. The hour grows late and there is great need for your talents. This universe stands poised on the precipice of total obliteration and you are one of the few who might shield against such a fate. You are a Nanon Host, a rare and truly wondrous affliction that grants untold powers over space and time itself. Long ago, a race whose name has long been forgotten expired and left behind their most beloved creation: Nanons. They are sentient nanobeings, tiny molecular builders that respond to a strong will to create, to manipulate, to survive, and to conquer. They have seen this will in you, and they have chosen you for their many gifts.
This universe is a dangerous place, fraught with peril and the stuff of nightmares.There is chaos and mutiny abound. Untrained hosts wreak havoc upon themselves and those around them. Nanon colonies broadcast their siren’s call loud enough to drive hosts insane, right up until an uncollected colony abandons their search for a willing host. An unclaimed Nanon has a shelf-life, and once they switch functions they become “Anons”, a molecular entity focused on destruction rather than creation. I have seen proud warships ebb out of existence in the space of a breath, I have seen entire planets shimmer and fade into nothingness. I have seen the empty space left by a scorned Nanon, and I am afraid. They are breeding.
I must control my fear; there is hope yet. I work tirelessly to stem this tide of annihilation. I have scoured ancient texts and I have located our salvation, a seed of potential that could save our universe. I have reconvened the Galactic Council, a collective of Nanon Hosts who are responsible for keeping the Nanon threat contained. We claim them before they turn, we battle over them, we lend our voice to the Council, and we both enforce and perfect our creeds of battle. Without our mutually agreed upon standards of battle, nothing stands between a Host and an unquenchable thirst for power. Anarchy ensues.
The Galactic Council needs you. I have reached the limit on what I can do alone. Resources are short, our creed does not reflect the great diversity of Councils past, and while the Anon threat runs unchecked countless wonders will give way to utter darkness. Together, we can bring this universe to peace and prosperity. Divided, our dreams of channeled will disappear alongside everything else.-The Custodian