The robot’s substrate back-up mind, though blast-scrambled, could still hack the access code to fastest of the rapid pickets.
Time to run. Hit hyperspace, then crash stop out of the jump before anyone could set a co-ordinate trace.
It was worth a shot. Find some space junk. Hide out. Wait until Big Stick’s plentiful enemies took over the trade.
And as luck would have it, they crash stopped literally atop a deserted Loradian Ring Hub. Just the place for killing time…