[ WP ] You are an alien , traveling through space . You suddenly notice an extremely slow-moving object adjacent to your path - turns out to be the Voyager . You see the 116 photos on it , what do you do next ?

`` Damn you, Aspehn.'' 
 I mutter to myself as my foot glances off the next mass, the force pushing me along the meteor belt. 
 This was my day off. My one day off. And of course, my co-reaper, Aspehn, forgot to deactivate the pods on Synx 74 before we headed back home to Phaol. Harvesting uranium from the core of moons is n't the most difficult job, but it can be a real pain when you have to shoot out an unneeded light year just to fix someone else's mistake. 
 As I finally touch down on Synx 74, my peripheral eye catches something in the distance. It's slow, floating along with no foreseeable path or purpose. From what I can see, it looks like a fissuer, a device Phaolians use to rid their property of mongrols. The device is very close to me, and my curiosity take over. 
 I push against the surface of the moon, leaving one foot tethered to the surface. My body propels towards the object; I swing my right side arms out to cradle the oddity against my side. After I've got it in my hands, I touch back down to the moons surface, my tethered limb immediately beginning to ache. 
 On the outside of the body, there's a shining, pliable material. As I pull this away, I see a brighter sparkling. A round, disk-like object gleams out from under the covering. It is easily removed from the technology. Covered in etchings, I immediately understand the purpose of the disk, as the instructions are right in front of me. 
 After much fiddling and figuring, sounds and images I have never before seen are displayed in front of me. Pale beings, with only four limbs, consuming substances foreign to me, interacting in the oddest of ways. Piercing sounds, a multitude of tunes and rhythmic voices piercing my cranium. I feel like I'm dying. I feel like I'm finally living. 
 I look back to the disc and see a map, directing me to a body not too far from where I currently sit. 
 `` This is an invitation'', I murmur to myself, barely being able to speak. 
 My first thought is to take this to the council. All Phoalian discoveries must go through the council. But my second thought, the dangerous thought, will not stop shouting in the back of my head. It could be me. I could be the one to accept this intergalactic invitation. Up to this point, I am no extraordinary traveller. I work a menial job, live in a menial spec. When I dissipate, no one will grieve.. no one will even notice. I, Menomias Phoalian, have done nothing worth living for. 
 But today I will. 
 
 
 This is my first submission here, so I hope you enjoy.
