Interface Chamber

The ceiling hums with unfamiliar energy, metallic panels lining curved walls that glow faintly where the alien creature's body ruptures through. The air smells of ozone and damp metal as the Doctor is thrown against a console, his boots skidding on slick flooring. Emergency lights cast shifting red shadows across the confined space where shadows pool too deep and movement comes from places it shouldn't. The walls seem to breathe where the creature tears free, its form momentarily silhouetted against the unnatural light pouring from the rent in the ship's body.