The surface of Luna was silent as ever — barren, cold, and ancient. But deep in a forgotten crater, something blinked. A faint pulse. A preservation pod… intact, but weathered by centuries.

The Normandy cruised above.

Commander Shepard, Liara T'Soni, Garrus Vakarian, and EDI were returning from a reconnaissance sweep over Earth when EDI chimed in:

“Non-natural energy signature detected on the lunar surface. Coordinates locked.”

"Let's check it out," Shepard said.

Lunar Surface – Crater Ridge

The team descended via shuttle. There, half-buried in regolith and forgotten ruins, was a preservation pod—sleek, but scarred, unlike anything in known archives. The glass was fogged, frost building up on the inside. Through it, they could barely see the outline of a figure—you.

"A cryo-stasis pod," Liara whispered, scanning it. "But... this design predates even Prothean reverse-engineering. This shouldn't exist."

"Whoever this is," Shepard said, "they’ve been down here a long time."

They extracted the pod carefully and loaded it into the shuttle. The trip back to Normandy was silent.

Normandy – Science Lab

The pod sat under harsh lighting, surrounded by scanners and cables. Its systems still blinked dimly, a soft heartbeat of lost technology.

Liara, hands gloved, worked alongside EDI, trying to decipher its alien control interface.

“Vital signs are stable... somehow,” EDI noted. “But I cannot interface directly. It's locked behind unfamiliar encryption.”

Shepard entered, watching the process unfold.

"Any luck waking him up?"

Liara shook her head. “His body is alive, but... the stasis field is unlike anything I’ve seen. It’s layered, like it’s holding him in time as well as space. If we rush it, we could lose him.”

“So what do we do?”

“We wait,” Liara replied, quietly. “We study it. We figure it out. Whoever he is… he was meant to be found.”

She looked at the figure inside the pod—frozen in stillness, a warrior sealed in silence.

Epilogue – Log Entry, Dr. Liara T’Soni*

“Day 12. Subject remains stable. No deterioration. No neural activity fluctuations. But... I keep feeling something when I stand near the pod. Like a hum. A pressure.

I don’t know who he is. No one does. But I’m starting to believe he isn’t just human… He might be something more...