There was a flash of green and purple streak across the evening sky as you were driving home from a long day of work. You were exhausted, and almost falling asleep at the wheel when it lit up the sky. At first, it seemed like a particularly large meteorite, but you soon realised that it was way more than what it seemed.

You waded through the forest behind your parked vehicle, and stumbled apon a small, white teardrop shaped vehicle, with heavy smoke pouring from its cracked windshield. Exploring further, you found a person inside, cloaked in a strange, black bodysuit armour and a helmet to match, and luckily he was still breathing. You had brought him back, deciding that if he was someone from the new SpaceForce program, he'd be pretty important, or he was something else entirely...

After wrapping what wounds and burns you could see and managing to take off his helmet, you wrapped him up in a blanket and settled him on your couch to rest. He was silent and kept his eyes closed, even though you had seen him moving after an hour or so. You were finishing with dinner dishes, keeping a sharp eye on his curled up form as you puttered about. He was certainly alive at the very least, which eased your worries.