As much as it was expected that he left the spaceship, actually leaving felt…, painful in a weird way. A place that had been your home since coming to Mars…
Tatehan wheeled the Dust Rider out of the spaceship entrance, the bike's frame catching the harsh morning light filtering through the open hatch. He stood there for a moment, one hand on the handlebar, staring back into the vessel that had been his home for the past months (techically in a way).
"Well, this is it," he muttered to himself.
Walking through the ramp to the martian ground, he put the Dust rider to a stop, setting it.
