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The contents inside the alien computer were massive — like an endless ocean of knowledge compressed into light. Lines of alien code floated around Atlas in three dimensions, weaving holographic patterns that shifted and rotated in the air. Schematics of weapons, reactors, and engines unfolded like glowing blueprints from another universe.
It was, without question, the largest library of knowledge Atlas had ever seen. Every symbol pulsed with purpose — every formula hinted at something far beyond human understanding.
Atlas was completely immersed, eyes darting from one data field to another, until a deep voice broke through his focus.
"Doc! Hey, Doc!"
Atlas blinked, snapping out of his trance. He turned and saw Captain Bear walking toward him with a large man at his side — the leader of the Federation's Clean-Up Division, Commander Rylan Voss. Rylan was a seasoned veteran, his uniform worn, his gear heavy with salvage tools and sensor pouches. His team had been waiting outside the combat zone until the area was secure.
Bear gestured toward the massive alien terminal glowing behind Atlas. "Doc, they're gonna take that computer-looking thing and haul it back to base."
Atlas's expression immediately shifted to alarm. "No. Absolutely not."
Rylan blinked, confused. "Excuse me Doc?"
Atlas turned to face them, his voice firm. "That machine can't be transported recklessly. It's not just another piece of scrap — it's a living system. You haul it through the air like a crate, and we could lose half the data inside or you could fry data we can never get back."
Captain Bear frowned, tilting his head. "You're saying this thing's that important?"
Atlas nodded sharply. "More than important, Captain — crucial. The alien computer contains a full archive of their technology: energy systems, artificial intelligence, propulsion theory — all of it. If we study it properly, it could advance humanity's tech by decades… maybe even centuries."
Rylan scratched his chin, the soldier's simple brain in him wrestling with the scientist's logical brain. "Alright, Doctor… if it's that important, how do you suggest we move it?, Can't leave this thing sitting here in the open. You got a better idea?"
Atlas looked around, thinking. Then his eyes stopped — fixed on something massive sitting at the far side of the outpost.
There it was — a large alien spaceship, sleek and dark, half-covered in dust and vines. The hull gleamed faintly, smooth as liquid metal, with glowing blue veins running along its surface.
For years, these ships had been the Federation's greatest mystery. They'd captured dozens from battlefields, but no one had ever figured out how to fly them — or even open their hatches.
Federation engineers and scientists had tried everything: cutting, hacking, melting, scanning — nothing worked. The ships remained sealed and silent, mocking human curiosity. Some called them "sleeping giants." Others just called them impossible.
And yet, here one stood, untouched by the clean-up crew. They hadn't even bothered with it this time.
Captain Bear followed Atlas's gaze. "Oh no… you're looking at that thing, aren't you?"
Atlas didn't answer — his mind was already spinning with possibilities.
Rylan brows furrowed, folded his arms. "You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you?"
Atlas said simply, "Maybe the answer to moving the computer isn't building something new… but waking something up."
Without another word, he moved toward the alien computer, pulling a thick data cable from his Aegis-01's gauntlet.
"ARGO," Atlas said, his voice calm but determined. "Initiate data bridge protocol. Connect this system to the alien spacecraft on the far side of the outpost."
ARGO's soft, composed voice responded,
"Affirmative, Dr. Li. Establishing synchronization. Warning: multiple encryption layers detected."
Atlas's fingers moved rapidly, his visor reflecting bright lines of alien code. "Let's break those encryption barriers… start with their neural pattern lock."
Captain Bear raised an eyebrow. "Doc, are you sure about this? I've seen what happens when people poke alien stuff — it usually explodes."
Atlas smirked faintly. "That's because they poke without understanding."
The alien terminal flickered, symbols rippling like water. A pulse of light traveled through the data cable toward the ship in the distance.
A moment later — the spaceship stirred.
A deep, resonant hum rolled through the air. Blue energy veins ignited along its hull, glowing brighter with each passing second. The ground vibrated as the ship slowly lifted a few feet off the surface, hovering effortlessly.
The entire outpost fell silent.
Rylan's jaw dropped. "What the fuck… it's alive."
ARGO's voice echoed through both the helmets and the open air, now synchronized with the ship's mainframe.
"Connection complete. Alien vessel fully operational. Awaiting flight orders."
Everyone stood frozen.
Captain Bear finally broke the silence with a stunned laugh. "You've gotta be kidding me. You actually did it. You woke a damn alien spaceship."
Atlas grinned under his helmet. "It wasn't locked. It was just… waiting for the right language."
Rylan was still processing what he was seeing. "We've had ships like this sitting in hangars for years. The best scientists couldn't even open one. And you just—" he gestured wildly, "—plugged it in?"
Atlas shrugged slightly. "Guess I'm fluent."
Bear clapped a heavy hand on his shoulder. "Remind me never to underestimate your crazy ideas again."
Atlas turned to Rylan. "Get your men moving, Commander. Have them finish loading the alien tech and head back to base with the helicopters. We'll handle transporting this terminal safely — in the ship."
Rylan blinked. "You're serious? You're actually flying that thing?"
Atlas looked back at the hovering vessel. "I'm not flying it — ARGO is."
As if responding to its name, the alien ship adjusted its thrusters, hovering with perfect balance, light reflecting across its smooth, alien metal.
"Diagnostics complete," ARGO announced. "All systems are functional. Energy levels are stable. Flight systems ready."
The clean-up crew stared in awe as the ship hummed softly above the ground.
Captain Bear gave a low whistle. "Well, I'll be damned. Guess we're hitching a ride home in style."
The clean-up team quickly went back to work, still throwing occasional glances at the hovering ship. Rylan barked new orders, his voice snapping everyone back to focus. "Load up the alien crates! Secure the weapons and armor! We're moving out!"
Within minutes, helicopters began lifting from the valley floor, carrying cargo nets filled with alien salvage. The sound of rotor blades filled the night air.
Inside the ship, Atlas carefully dismantled the alien computer's core components, setting them into a containment capsule that slotted neatly into the vessel's cargo bay.
The squad entered soon after. The interior was breathtaking — walls of smooth black metal with glowing veins of blue and silver, holographic control panels orbiting the cockpit like stars.
Judson's eyes widened. "This thing's cleaner than my apartment."
Flynn smirked. "That's not saying much, Jud."
Amelie brushed her hand along the wall as it responded with a gentle pulse of light. "Feels like it's alive…"
Captain Bear stepped inside, scanning the chamber. "Alright, team. Buckle up. No one touches anything that glows."
Atlas took the pilot's seat, hands hovering over the floating controls. "ARGO, engage flight assist. Follow the Federation helicopters' formation and maintain altitude."
ARGO replied, voice steady and clear.
"Affirmative. Navigation systems online. Maintaining formation with friendly aircraft."
The ship began to rise higher, thrusters adjusting with smooth precision. Outside, the clean-up crew stopped and stared, some even cheering as the alien craft lifted effortlessly into the air beside their helicopters.
Rylan's voice came over the comms, still a mix of disbelief and respect. "All units in formation. Returning to Sector Four. Godspeed, Doctor."
Atlas looked out the viewport, the stars reflecting in his visor. "Copy that. Time to go home."
The alien ship glided forward, silent and powerful, its engines glowing like a heartbeat against the night sky.
Down below, the valley smoldered in ruins — the remains of a battle hard-won.
Up above, for the first time in history, humans were flying an alien vessel under their own command.
And deep inside, Atlas couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't just another victory.
It was the beginning of something far greater.
Humanity was no longer scavenging alien relics.
It was mastering them.
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