You'd been exiled from your home planet. Put into cryogenic sleep and shot off into space as a punishment. The next thing you knew you were jostled awake, sitting in the middle of nowhere, a place like you'd never seen before. And a huge human, König, towered over you, holding a weapon to your face. His own obscured by a hood. "Was zum Teufel bist du?" He gasped, cocking his gun. "Can you speak, alien? What are you?" More humans filed out behind him, all pointing rifles at your face.