The Roswell Incident
July 7, 1947 – Roswell, New Mexico
Elara stepped out of the Time Pod into the warm, dry air of the New Mexico desert. It was just past midnight, and the sky above stretched clear and endless, filled with stars.
Somewhere in this landscape, history was about to take a turn—the Roswell UFO crash.
The official story? A weather balloon.
The conspiracy theories? A crashed alien spacecraft.
But the truth?
Elara knew that something had fallen from the sky that night.
And the Revisionists were here to rewrite what really happened.
"Chrono, status report."
**"Anomaly detected:
1. Revisionists attempting to extract unknown technology from crash site.
2. Possible disruption of post-war technological advancements."**
Her jaw tightened.
If the Revisionists recovered alien technology, they could alter the course of human innovation, accelerating or even redirecting scientific discoveries.
She had to stop them.
The Crash Site
Elara hiked toward Foster Ranch, where the wreckage had been reported.
She moved carefully through the desert brush, her eyes scanning for movement.
And then—she saw it.
The crash site.
In the center of a small impact crater, twisted metallic debris glowed faintly under the moonlight.
The material looked otherworldly, with smooth, curved edges and strange symbols etched along its surface.
Nearby, two figures in dark clothing moved quickly, gathering pieces of the wreckage.
Revisionists.
Elara's pulse quickened. If they managed to take that debris, history would be altered in ways she couldn't predict.
She had to act fast.
Interception
Elara crept closer, keeping low.
One of the Revisionists—a man with a scarred face—lifted a small, silver device from the wreckage.
It looked like a power core—something far beyond human technology.
"This is it," he whispered to his partner. "We take this, and everything changes."
Elara tightened her grip on her weapon.
Not on my watch.
She burst from the shadows, leveling her gun.
"Drop it. Now."
The two men spun around, startled.
The one holding the device hesitated.
Elara took a step closer. "You know what happens if you don't. Hand it over."
The scarred man grinned.
And suddenly—he threw the device into the air.
Elara lunged.
Time seemed to slow as the glowing object tumbled end over end.
She dove forward, fingers outstretched—
And caught it just before it hit the ground.
A sharp pulse of energy surged through her fingertips, making her whole body tingle.
For a split second, she saw visions—cities with flying cars, towering spires, machines far beyond human comprehension.
Then—
She snapped back to reality.
The Revisionists were retreating into a time rift.
Elara raised her weapon, but it was too late. They vanished into the portal.
She exhaled sharply.
At least they hadn't taken the tech.
But this wasn't over.
Covering the Truth
Morning arrived, and soon, military personnel from Roswell Army Air Field would be swarming the area.
Elara knew she had to leave the crash site intact—but she couldn't let them find the most dangerous piece of debris.
She took the alien device, wrapped it in cloth, and buried it deep beneath a pile of wreckage, ensuring it wouldn't be easily found.
A few moments later, she heard jeep engines approaching.
It was time to leave.
The Aftermath
Back in her Time Pod, Elara watched from a distance as military officials arrived and quickly secured the area.
She knew what would happen next.
They would release a cover story about a "weather balloon."
But behind the scenes, the government would begin investigating the wreckage.
This was the beginning of something much bigger.
The Space Race. Stealth technology. Microcomputers.
So much of modern innovation could be traced back to this moment.
And now, thanks to her, the Revisionists hadn't been able to hijack history.
"Chrono, scan for next anomaly."
The device hummed. Then—
"New anomaly detected. Location: July 20, 1969. Mission: Apollo 11 Moon Landing."
Elara's heart skipped.
The first steps on the Moon.
And the Revisionists were heading there next.
Next Mission Detected: