The technician operating the bot noted that all the loose debris was cleared.
He started the process of cutting out the more central damaged sections.
He was not in top form.
The previous night's 'debauch and booze' party, to celebrate coming out of stasis, had seen to that.
When he was finished, he would return all the salvaged material, to the maintenance bay, and pickup the new sections fabricated from the bot's scanning information.

He finished the first cut.
The claw pulled the section out slowly revealing the less damaged inner hull and protecting force field.
He froze.
Protruding from the force field was the tail of a missile.
He backed the bot away slowly, and very careful, to avoid any form of further contact with the hull.
When he was clear he started breathing again.
He hit the bot's panic button and realised that, if he lived, he was really going to need a bath.

Back in Bot Control all hell broke loose.
They could see, in the playback of images transmitted by the manned bot, exactly what the technician had seen.
Panic ensued.

Slowly, however, a few minds not too befuddled by the previous night's debauch, realised that the danger may not be so great.
The missile had been in the hole for a very long time, and whilst they were travelling through hyperspace.
It had not gone off during all this time and, therefore, might be OK if left alone.
They diverted all repair bots away from the area and went back to searching for the Alka-Seltzer.