Vortex power

He pressed the remote and the shuttle bay started to open. The moment it did, things began flying out. What the hell? As the door rose, he could see that shuttle two was locked to the dock, but apparently nothing else in there was secure. What was all this?

The vacuum of space pulled objects from the bay and stretched them out of shape. Glass and plastic and metal pieces flew by the pod's window, and strings of red? Then, in an instant too quick for him to really process, if he saw it, a body, a familiar body, lanky, lean and long. And flat. Rushing towards the pod feet first, spinning over and over and over in the airlessness of space, crashing into the pod so that the head end flipped with the heels and the empty flattened features of Andre passed the pod's view window in the blink of an eye. That couldn't be Andre. That whatever it was looked hollowed out. Andre could not survive in space. The vortex would have pulled him inside out. This was a flat mask of Andre's face. An effigy. Bill couldn't be sure of what he saw, and the shock had no time to take effect because the pod was in trouble, and loss of control threatened as debris hit.

Bill struggled to right the pod from the impact. In space, even blowing air at the pod could knock it off course. Fortunately, the beauty of the one-man vessel lay in its maneuverability and he was able to steer clear of the debris sailing out of the shuttle bay.
Finally, he got things under control, not a second too soon because now he was entering the shuttle bay. As the pod passed the doorway, he saw that the space was empty of everything but shuttle two. The glass room walls were gone, the control panels that had been inside it had vanished, the extra suits, the furniture... Everything from the shuttle bay had floated out the door but for the locked-down shuttle. All of it sucked into the void.

Bill fought against the current to keep the pod out of the bay and despite the intense pressure he brought her in smoothly and parked on the other shuttle pad. He locked down the pod then used the remote plus his universal code to close the shuttle bay door. Then he lay in the pod staring out the window at the empty room.

   Jason X: Planet of the Beast, Chapter 13

He saw the light on the wall go from red to green and heard the door to outer space lifting. Just as Jason had pulled him, airless space relentlessly began to pull him in the other direction, so fast he couldn't believe it. He reached out to clutch at something, anything, but it felt like the hand of God, or the devil. Something invisible was pulling him out, and there was nothing to hold onto.

His body rose up towards the ceiling and forward at the Same time, and soon slammed into the wide door as it continued to rise. Air pressure pasted him against it and he looked around in horror. The suit was protecting him, except for his bare hand. He glanced down to see it, pale and shriveling before his eyes, and it exploded. The hand became particles that were drawn down and sucked out of the bay.

But Helmet had no time to feel any new pain, or mourn the loss of his hand. His single thought was to hang onto the edge of the opening door, grip it hard with his remaining hand until the door began to close. Just hang on, he thought. Maybe the pressure would keep him pressed against this rising wall, keep him alive...

Helmet believed this even as his body began to slip down the door. He clutched at the metal behind him that was the only barrier between him and emptiness. His gloved hand slipped down the edge of the door, and grabbed onto nothing. In a flash the vortex caught him and pulled him out into space.

   Jason X: Planet of the Beast, Chapter 14