Home Turf

He was home. Finally after all this time he was standing on the red sands of his home planet. Mars, the red planet and home to Misharaha Armory. Truth be told he was still over joyed about being on his home turf even after literally five days of sitting in the exact same spot in his GEN 2 MJOLNIR armor. He was waiting for a transport believe it or not, but this transport wasn't for his extraction... on the contrary it was a drop off for the United Reble Front commander.

Rick grinned behind his helmet as the ship came to a stop. He activated his Active Camoflauge as he whispered to himself, "It's time to go to work."