Shor'Gen watched as the three silver-clad aliens who stood in the open to fire at him were engulfed by the gas. At first, came the usual reactions. They held their breath, thinking it was poisonous, only to be proved wrong as the flesh started sloughing off of their arms and their bones started turning to goop. Within seconds, those three aliens had been reduced to suits of silver armor sitting in puddles of quivering genetic material.

Shor'Gen himself was not unscathed from the encounter, as a couple shots hit the edge of his carapace along with a few that landed dead center. Bits were blown off of the outer protective layer, and most of the shots that his his center embedded themselves into the carapace with crunching noises. Only one round made it past the carapace, going directly through the Yug'Lonian equivalent of the shoulder. 

"Gunnos, I cannot stay out here, I'm wounded." Came his voice, serene as ever with no hints of pain. "I must retreat to the medbay, but I will try to return. Please, try to send any wounded to me." He continued, and scuttled back up the ramp, a couple more bullets ricocheting off of his rear carapace and getting stuck in the outer layer. 

Crawling through the ship's corridors, he rounded a corner to find himself face to face with a wounded woman, a gunshot wound in her shoulder. "You're wounded. Please come with me, I'm the Lead Physician." he said in a slightly urgent tone, motioning towards the elevator before he entered it.