He crashed through the dome onto the 15th century church floor cursing a blue streak that would have made any Marlovian Officer proud. Staring up at the hole his body made in the architecture he blinked, slowly breathing amazed he wast knock out from the impact, the again this planets gravity was different from his own, the team prepping him had made sure to tell him that.

Sitting up slowly relived that only his ribs were bruised and shoulder out of socket (which he fixed by running into one of the fresco’s on the wall:bad shoulder first), he stood cracked his neck and pushed a button on his forearm cuff and once again swore when the holographic screen that was supposed to show up did not.

The pacing began as he made a list in his head.One: his holocuff wasn’t working which provided locations, language translation, history of all planets his people have explored, and knock-out gas. Two: Was he even in the right place that the ship navagated? Three:If he crashed here the where the hell was his ship?

Dam…