The rear of the Halberd was being consumed by a raging inferno, and bits of burning debris broke away and slowly floated away into the void of space. Kirby was piloting whilst Meta Knight was on vacation but something had gone horribly wrong and now he was lost. He opened a small drawer to his left and pulled out an orange, metal box with a dial and a microphone attached by a cable on the side. The words "Emergency Radio" were crudely painted on top in black paint, which had run slightly. Kirby twisted the dial slightly. He lifted the microphone up to his mouth. "This is Kirby, captain of the Halberd starship. I am transmitting on all emergency frequencies. The ship has lost all power and the rear end has caught fire. I am the only member of the crew on board and I request immediate assistance." Kirby sent the S.O.S to the nearest planet. Earth. And the first place the message reached? N.A.S.A's headquarters. A man working on a computer in a large room suddenly jumped up, "Contact!" he shouted and then he played the message over the loud speakers so everyone in the room could hear. They sat and listened in awe at Kirby asking for help. "We should trace the message." said another man, "To make sure it's not a hoax." The large screen was turned on and one man at the front logged into to the Hubble Telescope and pinpointed the exact location the message was sent from. The room went silent. There on the big screen was the Halberd, still on fire and heading for the Earth. Then someone spoke out. "Maybe we should get the president."

Eventually the president arrived followed by hoards of paparazzi all wanting to know why he was in such a hurry. As they came through the door there was another episode of silence. The silence was broken again, but this time by alarms. Lights flashed in red and orange as scientists started to hit all sorts of keys to work out what was causing it. Then one of them turned around to face the president. "Mr. President, sir, we may be about to make closer contact than we thought."

"What do you mean?"

"The ship has just entered the atmosphere and it's traveling at 3000 km/h, there is only six minutes to impact!"

"Can you calculate where it will crash?"

"Uhhm... hang on... if its rate of trajectory is this and that is the square root of this and its speed is this then... My God!"

"What? Where is it?"

"Sir, It's going to crash into the center of London."

"Have we got time to warn them?"

"The ship should be in their visual range soon. There is nothing we can do but watch."

The Halberd was now a minute away from impact and the city below was panic stricken. People were all running away from the center as the giant starship got closer and closer as much larger chunks of debris sheered away from it. One piece crushed a Vauxhall Zafira whilst another went through the window of Starbucks. "Bollocks!" said a man, just as the debris crushed him against the floor. The Halberd collided with the London Eye, obliterating it and sending the pods in many different directions. Then came the final impact with the Halberd stopping instantly as it hit Charing Cross train station. Kirby went flying out of the front window and landed on the platform, next to a train. There was glass and debris littered about the place. Kirby got up. He was a bit bruised and he had a small cut on his forehead, but nothing too serious.