Dust clearing. Empty landscape. Then they come up over a rise startled by what they see.
A gargantuan construction rising from the rock. Clearly of nonhuman manufacture.
DALLAS: Ash, can you see this?
Ash looking at the craft on a screen.
ASH: Yes I can. I've never seen anything like it.
DALLAS: Very bizarre. . . . Allright, moving on to second position.
LAMBERT: Boys . . . let's get out of here.
KANE: We've come this far, we must go on. We have to go on.
The audio signal is breaking up. Ash is losing the video feed. Noise at shrill pitch. The trio are talking on the com but static is making it too difficult for Ash to understand.
ASH: Will you say that again? . . . Shit.
DALLAS (voice over): Ash if you can see this, it's . . . Transmission breaks up.
ASH: I'm going back to the console.
They move toward the ship. Dallas' voice fades in and out. As do their images on the screen.
ASH: Dallas . . .
No reply. Ash has now lost all video and audio signal.
EXT. STRUCTURE: The trio arrive at an opening. The lower part of the entrance filled with dust and pumice. They climb up to one of the apertures and enter.
INT. CHAMBER: They move into a high-ceilinged chamber. Walls covered with shadowy lattices. Ghostly light filters dust-filled air. A few meters in an opening appears. Dallas leans over and looks into the hole. Only blackness. Kane and Lambert exchange a glance.
Dallas shines his light about, sees... A large, glossy urn, tan coloration. Round opening at the top, empty within. Then Dallas shines his light on nearby lattice... Moves closer. Train their lights along the floor. A machine. On the mechanism, a small bar moves steadily back and forth. Sliding noiselessly in the grooves.
KANE: Come on down here, something different down here. I don't know what it is but if we can get up that wall, we can climb that.