And the quiet goes on, for long minutes. She staggers away. Badly ruptured, data leaking out at her edges. A third of her mass gone. Her shields pulse, shutter and dialate convulsively.
Data spills dark and wet out into the open static.
She gleams from a thousand minute tears and cuts. A nodule sparkles inside her casing, momentarily flittering in her perception. She limps back. Shutting down portions of her awareness as she moves in the silence. To find a place to heal.