Prologue: one small step...
July 20th, 1969
It had been a long and difficult trip, and the only thing in the three astronaut's minds were about making a safe and proper landing upon the lunar surface...any second now...
*thump!*
Apollo 11 came to sudden halt, and Neil Armstrong made ready to make his historic first steps on the moon. With great care he climbed down the ladder bravely proclaiming over a crackling radio "This is one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind", his two associates soon followed but little did the brave men of the mission know, not only had they found an ideal landing spot, but something very unusual indeed had found them.
While the mission went on seemingly as normal, Neil's radio sparked to life "Neil...sir..." came a nervous voice "turn around and come down the incline, you're going to want to see this sir" and with that, the transmission stopped. Armstrong sighed, Buzz had probably just found an interesting rock formation, nonetheless it was his duty to investigate. He put away his currently samble box and hopped ponderously over to the downward incline where Aldrin had gone. "This better be good, I was taking...some....sam..ples.." Armstrong's speech sputtered to a dead halt as he stood next to the two other men, and what in turn stood over them.
