...."Start stringin' a few of those corps' together across the bow, tear off some hull, muck up the reactor so it looks like we're running with out containment but not enough to fry us and mount that AA gun on top. Now we're gonna need red paint...."
Okay smart guy. Well tell me this: what if the bodies were zombie aliens and they weren't really dead and when you flew by to get a look at them they started to attach to your hull and tear your ship apart piece by piece and you could hear them scraping at the walls and chewing on the wires and when the captain called for evac he was interrupted halfway through and all you could hear was a gurgling noise and the sound of crunching sinew and bone, oh that sound, and the maddening shrieks and groans of the undead, then the power goes out and people rush through the darkened hallways trampling each other but there was nowhere to go because all the shuttle bay doors were shut and backup power systems were fried and many collapsed in exhaustion in the arms of the starving alien zombies who will happily eat them--what THEN huh?
Zombie Tribble says "Ughhhhhhhh..."
*cocks shotgun* Good... bad... I'm the gal with the gun. Groovy.