Saturn. I feel like a bad ass patrol would be an open Saturn. Think about it: When you land it's all yellowish tinted and foggy, the wind is blowing like crazy and you can't see what's more than 15 feet in front of you. As you walk, you notice something in the distance, a spiky shape. You decide to investigate. As you approach, it becomes clear of what that shape is. You recognize that it is something, no, [i]some one[/i], that you defeated many years ago. Oryx' carcass remains lifeless and untouched, slowly being covered in dust.