Years bygone, the Drule were known as the supreme race in the Denubian Galaxy. They ruled their territory deftly, without pity or remorse to any who dared oppose them. In their sovereignty one thing remained constant: they reigned, all others served them. They had no opposition; no one dared defy the bellicose Drule who would mercilessly lay to shambles any who dared question them.

            A lull befell upon Denubia. The Drule, a contended beast after claiming its environ, hunting and feeding, rested satisfied, though, akin to Argus, one eye always remained watchful over its claim and single clawed limb shot out once in a while to stifle any who dared defy, and to keep their regnancy unquestioned.

            But, like all else, boredom eventually descended over the Drule. Racial differences began to manifest themselves and slowly, imperceptibly, the race started to rapture atwain. One half held true for their ancient ideals and traditions, and refused to change. This same half also realised and saw the physical mutations coming over the race, even as Planet Drule commenced to suffer environmental changes.

            Their brethren, however, gladly accepted and embraced the transformations, scorning their kith and the two began vicious wars upon one another until the more primordial faction broke away completely and abandoned the planet in favour of finding new territory.

            Concerned as they had been with their econo-political infrastructure while rebuilding their new homes, neither faction paid duly attention to the galaxy they believed, correctly, to be submissive, cowed and terrified of them. Once they finally settled and turned their eyes to Denubian, they were rather surprised to find several insurrections and many of their conquered territory retaken by members of its own races.

            War was inevitable.

            Galran and Galvesh – the latter also physically mutated – moved as one massive tidal wave to retake what their Mother Race had arduously gathered and left as their inheritance. Yet, upon seeing each other, they snapped viciously at one another, both sides keen on becoming the unchallenged and unquestioned ruler and victor of all he surveyed.

            This distraction on the part of the Drule further granted the subjugated races residing in Denubia time to strengthen their tentative holds and they grew bolder, more defiant; stronger in their precarious positions.

            It was not until an expedition of human explorers arrived that the Drule paused on their feud and the Galvesh turned their attention upon this intruder, while the Galran focused on retaking Denubia. The unspoken truce worked well for a short time, with the Galvesh securing the Denubian borders and the Galran retaking the lost lands.

            Eventually, like mangy rabid dogs, the two races turned on each other again, losing what had been reclaimed and granting the humans the chance to ensconce themselves solidly in the Denubia Galaxy.

            A second truce was achieved, with the Galvesh and the Galran forgetting about their differences in favour of overthrowing the humans and either destroying the interlopers or driving them back to whatever end of the universe they had emerged from.