We found the wreckage first: a field of debris centered around a crater half a kilometer across. No piece of wreckage was bigger than a 20-credit coin. We didn’t see how anything could have lived through that crash.
Only later did we find the escape pod. The occupant was dead, a broken rag doll of a creature. The g forces must have been wicked.
We’d never seen his species before. The Captain vetoed recovering the body, risk of contamination. We buried it in the crater’s center.
I feel bad, just leaving him there. I hope someday his people find him.