You go towards the desk and pick up the notes. As you look them over, you take a seat in something resembling a chair. The scientific researcher in you, even though you can't translate it, can make out the tone of the notes. At first, the writer was inquisitive and is aspiring to better something, but over the years, it turns from a drive to better something, to keeping it under control. It seems this project did more than it was supposed to do and resulted in something happening.
"Well then.... This feels ominous. Let's leave this lever be for now, at least until we know how to translate what this writer said, alright?"
"Whatever you say, Keldin."
You get up and then put the notes in your Science Satchel, then you hear the Radio.
'Land Team, this is the USS Damascus, what the hell are you doin' down there?'
"Uuuuuhhhh..... Excavating?"
'Ugh.... Сказал вам, что мы должны были отправить солдат только, Zardonov.'
'Whatever, Katzya. But Keldin, we need to find a place to land NOW.'
"Awwwww....... But....... Abandoned City......"
'Now, Comrade.'
[ ] Follow Orders. (Exit Excavation)
[ ] Beg for five more minutes. (Continue Excavation.)