When the battle with those wretched Kids Next Door had concluded, it was only then that the Delightful Children realized what heavy damage the newly airborne Really Really Incredibly destructive machine had underwent, it's several gumball holes whistled in the wind rushing past the sleek, round aircraft, it's one robotic chainsaw, formerly lanced with fire in the heat of battle, was coated with chili paste, and refused to retreat back into the hull of the robot, among various damages to the craft, it was becoming risky to continue flying the badly beaten craft a moment longer, especially when the terminal risen before the group of children lit up like a Christmas tree, a whole host of problems coming with each one.
"At this rate we'll have to land in order to repair all these damages.."The quintet chorused, pretty much entirely to each other as Bruce kept a firm hand on the steering console, as even auto pilot was out of commission, and so distracted in mulling over what general store would even have the necessary pieces to fix up a robot of mass destruction, which was critical because they were going to be in SO MUCH TROUBLE when Father found out they'd damaged one of his most expensive robots in combat, and the horror gripped their throats like an icy vice, blinded by sheer terror for a few seconds, and completely oblivious to the air around the ship until warning sirens screamed in their ears.
Showing that they were on a collision course with a wind turbine shaped like a fish of all things. "AHHHHHHH!"The quintet couldn't help but cry out as the abstractly colored turbine was fast approaching their line of sight, and Bruce gripped the handle of the steering mechanism for dear life, relying on sight alone to steer them out of the minefield they'd encountered, of fish kite turbines.
The entire cockpit emitted a cloud of steam as the quintet retracted the glass dome top, reeling as they clambered out and slid down the shell like surface of metal, coughing in tandem, and emitting a groan as they inspected the carnage of an unlucky storage crate, smashed to bits upon their crash landing at what seemed like some sort of deserted sea port, a bridge looming far in the distance. Their ship was like a massive turtle now, they'd had to engage it's defensive protocol all not to further damage it upon their landing, and it seemed worse for wear than before. With a collective sigh, Bruce, the short blonde at the head of the group clicked the keys, and the robot gave a strangled 'BEEP BEEP' signaling it was locked, and the group of well dressed children started to make their way through the maze of crates, surely the city that loomed ahead had to have a shop with means to repair a robot, they thought of the fish turbines in the sky. And allowed themselves a cross between a smile and a grimace, as one of those wretched things had been dented in their frantic maneuvering. Stupid fish kite thing.