The mothership burns - dying perhaps, but not yet fully dead. It had suffered another hit from your railgun, but sheer mass and momentum had allowed it to carry on - much in the same manner through which it weathered your strike complement.
Thousands of burnt pin-pricks dot the hull - marking plucked out sensor clusters or destroyed external weaponry. The hanger section continues to vent a billowing plume of reaction mass.
While there was no easy way to conduct a boarding operation, this was far from ideal. Your sole assault gunship makes a valiant attempt to drop off its combat complement before being rebuffed by a last-minute sensor scan. You join their squad data feed for a moment and - in a moment of weakness - feel uncharacteristically grateful that you were on a vessel with far less lateral thrust than a VANGUARD-class corvette gunship.
The gunship shoots beneath a habitat strut before leveling out. You leave the data feed before the crew attempts another docking pass.