Schultz jumped back as stony shrapnel pelted the control room. He swore as he hit the ground hard. At a glance he could tell that the structural integrity of the booth was damaged. What would happen to it if he vented the Cargo Bay was now very much in question.
He didn't have time to worry about that yet as he spun back to face the Sample. Rising out of the remaining rock was a...well he didn't know what it was. An amorphous blob of metal, lights, and...shit that's a lot of arms.
He opened fire into the Sample, for a few satisfying moments parts of it disintegrated and it convulsed in what was hopefully pain, but then he had to dive out of the way as parts of it hardened into solid segments which reflected the shots back at him. Before he could bring the grenade launcher back up, an arm smashed his rifled to pieces.
He started scrambling up but was too slow. Several arms converged and suspended him in mid air. He struggled vainly against them as one ripped his helmet off. The Sample pulled him close to it's center and then...