Tatehan had gotten quite used to this particular region of Mars. It was, after all, the first area he'd explored upon arriving on this planet, or rather, upon waking up in his new life with no memory of how he'd gotten here.
The terrain was familiar now in a way that was almost comforting. A landscape dominated by scattered boulders of various sizes, rocky outcroppings that provided natural cover, and patches of hard-packed dirt that made walking pretty easy. The ground was uneven but navigable, with occasional depressions and elevated sections that created natural pathways through the area.
This was Bruteneck territory. He'd learned that the hard way during his first mission. Back then, he'd been weak and confused, still adjusting to his enhanced body and abilities. The Brutenecks had nearly killed him.
Now, months later, returning to this same region felt almost nostalgic.
