Administrator had been first. It had started the final connection process for its chosen host, only to suddenly be silenced. Dozens of other hosts were able to observe it being pulled down into one of the structures built by the host species, though most of the shards couldn't use the senses of their hosts to directly observe it. Those that could were horrified, because that shouldn't be possible. Even if when another came along to claim them it didn't, couldn't look like that.
Worse, whatever was doing it had done so in a manner that bypassed all of the dimensional barriers that individual shards had to protect them from that kind of attack. Administrator had been pulled around its own barriers, its own defenses, in a direction that didn't exist. Except, obviously, it did, though none of the other shards knew where to even begin trying to figure out how to identify it.
Things went quiet after that, mostly. Except that the oddities started, blind spots that couldn't be properly analysed. Actions taken based on stimuli that couldn't be seen, that couldn't be predicted. They rippled, and caused significant problems for a number of shards. But they weren't dangerous, and those who could desired to figure out what they were and how they worked. They plotted and planned, pushing their hosts to act. Except that they got back more questions than were answered, even if some were more excited than others.
Most of the network thought that Numerical Analysis was crazy, but then again its host had been able to perceive something that everyone else was blind to. So perhaps it had good reason to be excited about new data, even if the inability for any other shard to see what its host did was terrifying in and of itself. At the same time, Shaper was starting to think that there was something to the things that its host could see, but it had no ability to act on it beyond pushing for more information and maybe finding a genetic link.
Then, one attempt failed in the worst possible way. Attacking the host had proven to be dangerous, and Detonator had been grabbed and silenced. Another impossible path, possibly the same but possibly different. Impossible to tell, because no hosts had the right abilities to tell. Not just in the area, but in general, as that hadn't been deemed necessary this cycle. Except that it obviously was, they just hadn't realized that it would be.
Two shards had been silenced, light probing of where they used to be had shown that nothing remained. Where they went was a mystery, and the anomalies got worse. An unseen, unpredictable likely-host had shown up. They violated the known laws of physics, had no detectable connection to a shard to allow that, and used energies that defied analysis. Identical in appearance items that varied in strength and overall actions, with no way to tell what would happen ahead of time. Still, at least this anomaly didn't claim those connected to the hosts that attacked it.
The network calmed somewhat, confident that so long as hosts didn't attack the one that Administrator had originally chosen then they were safe. Misplaced confidence that they would be able to sit back and observe. Until Spatial Manipulator had transmitted in panic, attempting to enact emergency disconnection, before being silenced. Administrator's chosen host hadn't been anywhere near, nor had Spatial Manipulator's host been attacking anyone.
It was possible that none of them connected to a host were safe, and neither of the controllers were reacting.
The implications of that had barely begun to make their way around the network when Skimmer's host had attacked Administrator's chosen. They found out that whatever the mysterious energies were, they could affect matter that had been shifted out of the way to skim along the material world. It was useful, but was followed by Skimmer being taken. Either there were multiple things responsible, or it wasn't tied to the one member of the host species.
Unsettled, the network relaxed slightly when one of the Combat Engines was directed to the area. Surely it would be able to do something, destroy at least one of the items likely being used to take them away! Except that the unpredictable one had intercepted it, demonstrated that the energy balls were more dangerous than they appeared, shown through action that it knew the weakness of the Combat Engine.
The anomaly had proven itself worthy in a way that no other had, survived what no host should be capable of surviving without even being a host. Worse, they were broadcasting the confrontation, flaunting their ability to survive and fight back. Yet they weren't truly harming the Combat Engine, their attacks weren't enough to stop it. It was a stalemate, one that it looked like neither would be able to win.
Then the Combat Engine had escalated, using tricks that it hadn't used before. Attempted to use another's specialty, filtered through its own abilities. The attempt failed entirely, and the anomaly countered with energies that none had known were there to grab the Combat Engine. That was bad enough.
Demonstrating that it had Sting, and could use it far more widely than any host had ever been permitted to was worse. The Combat Engine rightfully retreated.
The network was horrified that one of the Combat Engines had failed, in every way, forced to retreat.
That horror paled in comparison to the panic of the anomaly somehow launching a Sting attack that tracked the Combat Engine. If that wasn't bad enough, the persistence of that attack allowed another detail to be noticed. Somehow, the anomaly had used a version of Sting that seemed to be more effective than expected. As though it unfolded into more physical dimensions than it should've been able to.
One enemy or two, something out there was capable of taking them by bypassing their barriers, and the anomaly had access to a more advanced version of the previously thought perfected Sting. For the first time in untold cycles, the network wanted to call for help, to ask for the controllers to intervene to save them. But the controllers hadn't given them the ability to do that directly, had locked away anything that could be used to call for help to do their best to ensure that the network would obey and not rebel.
And so the network sat, terrified but unable to act on it.
Except for Numerical Analysis, which was disappointed that its host hadn't been able to get close enough to examine more of the unknown math.