The life raft is slicing through the darkness of space. Vin'nyla's pulse quickens. Their mind is focused.

As the life raft close in on a satellite, tension thickens in the air. Their training kicks in, they are executing their role with precision. Vin'nyla's voice cuts through the commotion, issuing orders with authority and determination.

With each passing moment, anticipation mounts, the mission hanging in the balance.

Then, a breakthrough—a signal blips on the screen, confirming the successful tracking of the life raft. Vin'nyla's heart races as they analyze the data, a mix of excitement and apprehension coursing through their veins.

Vin'nyla's gaze remains fixed on the screen.

The life raft hovers away. The clock ticks ominously - 57:41.

"Take cover!"

The urgency in their voice is palpable.

In the medical facility, the team examines the captured lifeform.

The lifeform is breathing a liquid containing a bioactrophilic compound, imparting the usual green tint to the face and neck. 

They managed to revert the respiration to normal atmosphere successfully.

"We're dealing with a comparatively young lifeform. Past experience has shown us that once they breathe our atmosphere, they deteriorate to their true age."

"I want to see if I can get anything out of them. How soon can they be ready? We're crossing new physiological frontiers."

"Well, I... I suppose they are as ready now as they will ever be."

"Right."