Commander Eli Mason led the way, boots crunching softly in the powdery dust. The craft before them was unlike anything human hands had built—smooth, obsidian curves riddled with symbols. Through a fractured viewport, an icy figure slumped motionless, her face serene, ancient tubes spiraling from her mouth and eyes. Specialist Lila Sen hesitated, awe and apprehension in her voice. "Are we really seeing this, Eli? An actual alien pilot—she looks almost… human." "Let's get her and the tech inside. Mission Control wants everything brought home."

Lila steadied the pilot’s fragile, ice-coated body as Eli rolled and plucked at the interwoven tubes. Each motion was deliberate, the hum of their suits’ oxygen a stark contrast to the silence of the lunar grave. They gathered shimmering devices—small, weightless, humming with energy—and rushed back to the Luna Launcher Module. "She must have been here for millennia," Lila whispered, eyes lingering on the pilot’s delicate features. "Let’s hope she finally gets home," Eli replied, voice tight.

Inside the capsule, Eli and Lila sit to the side, exhaustion etched into their faces. The ancient pilot’s body, still entwined with silvery tubes, is whisked away under high-security screens, marked with cryptic symbols—‘two above secret.’ "I thought we'd be heroes," Lila muttered, watching the navy procession. "We’re just witnesses now," Eli replied, voice distant.

Technicians whisper as they study the tubes woven through the pilot’s eyes, ears, and nose. A psychic, eyes closed in focus, passes her hands over the relics, separating inert from active tech. The pilot’s native clothing is peeled away, revealing frostbitten skin and circuitry fused to bone. Dr. Rishi Varma, lead xenobiologist, dictates notes. "Her anatomy is almost human—almost. But this technology… it’s beyond us."

Eli sits nearby, his hair silver but eyes sharp, watching Arjun’s careful hands. "They took everything, Arjun. The world never knew what we found." "But these trinkets, and this footage—they’re proof. It’s time people learned the truth, Granddad."

Arjun, nerves taut, stands at the front. "This is the good bit—you’re about to see what no one else ever did," he says as the autopsy rolls. The room is silent as the psychic handles alien tech, and the pilot’s secrets are revealed piece by piece. When the film ends, a producer leans forward, eyes wide. Producer Lin Zhao asks, "Where did you get this? Is this real?" "My grandfather was there. He brought back the truth, even if they tried to bury it," Arjun replies, his voice steady.