You're first met with an intense smell of ash, fuel, dirt, and sweat the moment it does. Your companions pay it now mind, obviously having grown used to the unpleasant smells in the short time they've been assigned here. Following their commanding officer, they start to march out with a few remaining behind to offer a full escort for your group as everyone prepares to exit onto the tarmac. An odd ethereal voice is heard as Black marches forward ahead of everyone else. "Tier Three Leader Dark, Tier Five Leader Tu-Gru has been awaiting for you to arrive. You are required to address this organism and reveal developments regarding your ongoing mission."
At the voice's source, everyone sees the first tangible proof that the natives are, in fact, working alongside officers who survived the crash. They're a tall, hunched over being, easily ten feet in height if they were to stand straight. Their stick thin limb structure implies little if any strength, and it's apparent to everyone that this member of the guard is having trouble with the planet's dense gravity well. Whatever suit they must've worn to help him in such environments has clearly been damaged or lost, instead replaced with a uniform that barely fits them. You can't see any recognizable facial features, their head instead smooth and domed like that of a fungus. It's neck is bent forward, the domed structure facing the group. When it spoke, the skin of it's head rippled and vibrated in order to transmit the sound.