1940's Space Ranger

A stylish uniform in white and blue catches your eye. It looks like a retro science-fiction outfit, complete with a ray-gun pistol slung in a holster from the belt and black boots. Emblazoned on each shoulder is the stylized image of a planet with a ring around out, beneath which says 'SPACE RANGER CORPS.'

"You will look most dashzing in that costume, oui?" Madame Vivante says with a smile. "I think it will fit, how you say, perfectzly, but to be sure, would you like to try it on? Ze changing room is just over there."

"Yes, I think I will," you reply, taking the costume off the rack and go into the curtained changing room that the shop owner has just indicated.

Shortly after you are appraising yourself in the tall mirror. Indeed, the costume fits you almost as if it were made to measure. You pull back the curtain, to see what Madame Vivante has to say -

Only to be near blinded by a sudden glare of light.

Blinking spots from your eyes, as your sight returns you are stunned to see that you are no longer in the costume shop. You also realize that everything seems to be in shades of grey, like you are in a living black and white movie.

From the two moons in the sky above, you don't even appear to be on Earth anymore! The landscape is rocky and is dotted with sparse, strange looking - alien - vegetation.

Still shocked, you nearly jump when abruptly the voice of a woman behind you says "Captain?"