So he'd done it finally.

Gehenna had sucked it up and finally made his pledge so that he could go back to his ancient home - a dilapidated ruin on the rough plains of Mars. It hadn't looked like much at first, not to him, but the more he explored the more evidence of life he had seen. The more evidence of his life he had seen.

And he wasn't quite sure how to feel about any of it. He was confused and perplexed, stressed. Gehenna found that the best cures for those moods were getting physical. Not the romantic, passionate physical he would probably get with Vulcan later, no. The beat-the-s**t-out-of-a-nega physical.

He just needed to find one.

"Where the hell are all you sorry ******** at tonight?" Gehenna was patrolling an area of town that was just a step above the ghetto with paper littering the streets and hobos making temporary blankets out of them. He drug the tips of his bladed gauntlet along the brick wall at his side, echoing the sound of metal on brick throughout the maze of alleys and buildings.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!"