Material #I-EM663
Source: Record #EM13 @ First Dawn One
Notes: Transcript, Translated from Russian by ████████ █████
Damn piece of crap. Is it working? Oh, thank god, it is!
Apologize for my rude introduction. My name is Leonid Ivanovich Tarkov. I am … I was a cosmonaut on the Kamchatka station. Now let's cut the crap and get straight to point. You know that we are here and you've been spying on us with your little stayputnik for a while, and while I hate giving this to you, I hope you'll use this information well because I have no other hope.
In case you've really been living under a rock, I'll explain what's going on. We've been here for 2 months now. Me, Lenko, Novak and commander Poliakov. God bless their souls. Our station is tiny but serves us well. It is a small dome with 4 rooms: a laboratory, a storage room, machine room, and a central living area.
Our purpose was to research the Moon and its structure. Long before you, Americans found out, we already knew about the crater anomaly. On every other celestial body, the size and depth of a crater vary depending on the strength of the impact, but their shape should stay consistent. But on the Moon, it is not like this. The craters here are too shallow. They never extend below a certain depth. We placed this station in one particularly large and deep crater with hopes to learn more about this curious phenomenon.
All was going well until we started digging.
It was the 64th day of the expedition. We all gathered there, to watch the result of our hard work. The drill was a true engineering marvel, designed specifically for this mission. The plan was to drill a hole as deep as we could.
"Ready to start rolling, comrades?" excitingly asked Lenko, our engineer.
We all cheered and after he hit the switch, the drill came to life, silence transitioned to buzzing, buzzing transitioned to spinning, and spinning transitioned to drilling. I was very proud of being here, doing a service to the Union, but I looked forward to returning to Earth. This was the first step to our journey home. After we made sure that all was going well, we started packing and heading 'home'. Naturally, Lenko was last, since he behaved like if the drill was his little child he must watch over.
"What do you guys think is down there?" he asked as he rushed to catch up with us.
"Our equipment couldn't pick up anything below some 5 meters under the surface, so there must be a layer of some very dense mineral, or maybe some unknown element. Who knows?" elaborated Novak, our geologist.
"I think we're going to find cheese," I said and we all laughed, even commander Poliakov chuckled.
I was wrong. We all were so wrong.