The cold breeze across blades of grass can be seen clearly to the human eye. Where everything is at peace, earth lays in it's bio-splendor of everlasting life, proliferation species that stop at no ends, ceaselessly becoming the gargantuan parasites they themselves despise. Other than prolonged sentences, Kannen also loves prolonged games. He enters through the world of his computer, entering through an OS that stumps DOS and makes the decade before it gawk in awe. The land of virtual realities and worlds is where he plants his second life, a nature where he can die, respawn, disconnect, reconnect, establish friendships and recreate betrayals at a whim of careless and ceaseless nature.
He encounters upon a world, a world known as EVE. It revels it's disguise as the game he knew as Orion, though never touched. It was similar to Homeworld, and apparently on equal underground qualities. It's tactical finesse was comparatively deviant from Starcraft, but required the same analytical mind structure to accomplish vast wealth. He installed, encoded, probed and derobed the game unto his desktop, and opened the execution to his new life.

He awoke, with demands of who he was, and what was his race and gender. It reminded him of the confused Professor Oaks, how that man couldn't even tell if he was male or female, the poor old bugger didn't even know his own grandson's name. His race? Gallante. He seemed it most righteous with it's honorable background. Little did he know what he scheduled himself up for...