[In an instant, the programming re-orients to the physical, to push the Soldier to extraction. It continues to set fires, to burn through everything it can get its claws on, but putting distance between him and the imposter is priority one. The Soldier gathers himself, straightening, before turning to leave. Feet become yards and yards become rooms as the Soldier takes full strides.
The corridors blur around him as he moves, doorways warp and open when they didn't before, but he pays little attention. There's a hangar on the Station and the programming knows that, directing the Soldier to make specific turns.]
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The corridors blur around him as he moves, doorways warp and open when they didn't before, but he pays little attention. There's a hangar on the Station and the programming knows that, directing the Soldier to make specific turns.]