Directive: Save them all. No matter the cost.

Ferra stares at the door, trying to figure out the best way past, hoping secretly that her teammate would come up with a plan. Tick tock tick tock. Then the bullets start dinging off the door, and time's up: she feels a pulse kick in, a throbbing thud-thud, thud-thud, as something whirs online that had slept before, and she places her palm on the door, ignoring the damage readouts in order to do... something, she's not sure what, but she knows it will help, it will save them all.

And she watches in surprise as a perfect ratio of air and door dissolves into a burst of Hawking radiation and vacuum in front of her.