Utterly Mad

Lucas:
You put the shotgun on your back, along with your assault rifle, and approach the hound as non-threateningly as possible.

When you're a mere 10 meters away from him, he tears his attention from the scrap around him, and goes into an alert stance. He stares at you, possibly confused.
You ask the hound if he speaks english. He looks at you, and opens his mouth a little. He hesitates, but tries to speak.
"Yes. I can speak most english."
He speaks with a thick extra-terrestial accent, unsuprisingly.
Up close, you get a more detailed look of him. He's a hound, as you though. He's a little shorter than you, and seems relatively young. His fur is dark brown, and his ears are pointy triangles, much like a german sheperd back on earth. The clothes he wear are human made, but are quite well-maintained, if you look past the unavoidable mud of the jungle.
He holds his lower left arm as he waits for your response.

Smasher:
Uniware did promise exitement...

You attempt to fix the keypad, but alas, it's too broken. You have to simply bypass the keypad.
You tear it off, and tinker with the wires.
As you do, an unspecified squad of volunteers arrive. 3 lights, and a heavy.

You succeed in crossing the right wires, and the gate clicks.
It would seem that the emergency battery had enough juice to pull the lock, but the generator being out means you have to pull the gate open yourselves.

You and your volunteers pull until your arms cramp a bit, and finally the gate opens.
Behind the gate is a dark concrete hallway leading forwards, and downwards into darkness. There's and assembly of webs and even some hanging eggsacks of various small insects.
One of the lights express his concern.
"Damn it's dark down there..."
The heavy turns on his helmet-mounted flashlight.
"Could be worse..."

Luckily, you're also equiped with one of those. In fact, everyone in your temporary squad has them. Good thing they're standard-issue.