His eyes could only barely squint through the tint of his helmet, but the immediate surroundings were foreign to him. And the heat was like no other. The Vindicator groaned and winced as he sat up, hands brushing against hot red sand and stone.

Scar looked around after wiping the outside of his helmet clean. Lots.. of rock. Like the water-formed insides of a desert ravine. How did he get here? Everything was a blur. Last thing he remembered was patrolling the streets of Spawn.. this was odd.

He checked his pockets and belt for his supplies but.. nothing. Not even his cane. Just a packet of dried cat treats. Was he robbed? Kidnapped? Void, this was confusing. Scar just exhaled and remained seated on the ground, conveniently in the shade of the ravine, shying away from the sweltering desert sun. He didn’t know if the air on this planet was breathable yet, so the removal of his helmet would have to wait.