Ambrose set down his small starfighter on an asteroid he had been homing in on ever since he “popped” into this reality. Like so many other realities he had been to in recent days and weeks, Ambrose was sure this one would prove to be just as interesting as the others.
Now if Ambrose could just find his way home to his own reality, that would be the trick.
Once Ambrose was sure he was on firm ground and was not about to be accosted for landing where he did, Ambrose took a few readings and found the atmosphere to be breathable. That was a plus in his book, the last place he was at had started to peal the paint job right off his starfighter before he even got a chance to set down.
Once he was ready, Ambrose popped the canopy open and setting foot on the ground, he had a strange feeling. Looking around, something wasn't wrong, but it just wasn't right.
With nothing for his eyes to fall on and with no discernible threat, Ambrose moved toward one of the buildings marked, Riker's Bar, and stepped inside.
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