I use the stop time blade to stop the fleet in it's tracks and they are stuck there until I unfreeze them
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*Above Earth's Atmosphere lies a large Space Freighter. Inside, the pilot is having a conversation with one of his passengers. who is walking towards the door and unlocking it.*
Pilot: Are you sure, ya know what your in for? Like, I'm perfectly okay with landing there, just will probably have to charge a tiny bit extra for late fees...
*Passenger looks back at him with a huge, silly grin.*
Passenger: Don't worry, I'll put in a good word with your superiors.
*Passenger walks into door and shuts it. Knocking the glass, she nods.*
* Pilot places hand on release button and whispers* I hope you know what your doing... *before pressing it and releasing the garbage chute*
*The Passenger shoots out of the Freighter, heading directly for Earth. Faster and faster, her outer space suit begins to rip, but it doesn't affect her in the slightest. Placing her hands into a diving position, she spins almost like a turning top...*
Meanwhile In Bricksburg...
*A giant, mechanized robot is robbing the city bank. Lifting the roof of the bank with one hand and grabbing loads of cash in the other, nothing can pierce its tough armor, including the city's giant laser. Dr. Brickenstein, the robots creator, cackles.*
Dr. Brickenstein: Yes! I will be rich, and no one can stop m-
CrAsH!
*The Passenger zips through like a spear into the robots mechanical core, causing it to fall backwards into the lake behind it.*
The Passenger: So...I hear something about a battle royale?
*Dr. Brickenstein waddles over to the wreckage, passing by the Passenger and weeping with great sorrow at the lost of his creation...and the soon to be filed lawsuits*
*The Passenger makes her way through the crowded streets to a cafe where patrons remain eating and drinking their meals in peace. Noticing her confused look, a waitress currently cleaning a used glass motions the Passenger to an empty table.*
Waitress: After a few years you learn to deal with it. First time?
*The Passenger sits down and gladly receives the complementary cup of coffee offered to her, nodding her head.*
