You don't have much time, but you dash forward and slap a high explosive under your attacker's most prominant tenticle. Before he can get any retribution, the glass behind you shatters, pulling you and your whole crew out into cold black space. As you drift, you can see the plume of flame in the cabin of your ship arise like victory. There is no victory here, though. Only you and the only other humans in this galaxy, dying together.
Perhaps if you had everybody together you could somehow save yourselves, or at least save one of you, but that's probably just wishful thinking. The only other possibility is a strange misshapen portal which seems to have materialized just next to you.