Never To Return To The Moon [OOC]

NASA File Data>TopClearance> 'Y' Incidents
Level 14 Clearance, Secure Code: DORMANT2-8. Classified: Confidential. Release of following info: Arrest-able for treason.
DATE OF RECORD ON FILE: July 30, 2018
Rover 34, Dormant 2 recovered result of the 'Y' incidents. In the Sea Of Tranquility on the moon, 9 bodies found. Otherwise known as the R2 Scout Group. One body found from self inflicted shot to the head in observatory, two bodies found entrapped in the generator hatch from lack of oxygen (succumbing to the vacuum), one found on top of the moon rover (suspected trying to escape), three found in hallway from fatal stab wounds, one found dead in bunkers with look of shock frozen on face, and one found outside around 90 feet from CENTRA base main hatch. Handwritten note found:
Dear Mom and Dad,
It's me, Lana. I don't know what the hell happened here. That thing is out there. It already cracked my oxygen tank. I think I might just go find a place out in the [illegible] and just stare at the stars, and die in piece.
Okay, I did it. I have thirteen minutes of oxygen left. Everybody else here is dead. Whatever that thing is, it got to them. It mimics us, I don't know how. I just [illegible]... I love you guys. I know we argued a lot before, but I love you guys. Tell Sander I'll miss him. Little guy. Dad, thanks for teaching me how to build a CB radio. Weird that I remember you from this. Buildin' radios. The lack of oxygen is starting to get to me, it's affecting my [writing?]. Five minutes of oxygen left. I'm going to die. Aren't I? I don't think that the world really knows whats going on. I guess that's why I wrote that note. I mean this note, damn oxygen. 2 minutes left, because of leaking. I would suppose, I actually have thirty seconds left because of oxygen. What does one do with the last thirty seconds of their life? I guess I pray that NASA never makes the same mistake again. I hope [illegible] [note ends]
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Mr. Sever, a retired 90 year old man who was senile, sat in his hair staring at the TV. "Will you be the lucky winner that wins the ticket to the MOON!? We, NASA, are taking 14-17 year olds to be able to fly to the moon! Sign up online or mail your application in, doesn't matter! You'll be able to go to the moon and stay at the moonbase CENTRA 2!"
Something about the words CENTRA 2 and the moon clicked with Mr. Sever. He had had Alzenheimer's all his seniority, but for some reason he remembered this. Everything came rushing back to him.
"No no no! But we agreed! It's to dangerous! Never To Return To the Moon!"
Mr. Sever had a heart attack and died that afternoon.

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1. Swearing is allowed. Just not every second word.
2. If you do something you're gonna get killed. "Hey guys, watch this!" - Famous Last Words.
3. No godmoding.
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