Orbit:


Two dimensional rifts open in space.


Sir, the frigates' signatures have appeared, ETA one turn.
A small rumble is felt as one of the underhanging plasma cannons is blasted off. The fighter nearest the cruiser fires another pulse beam, the first shot being so close to the enemy fighter it cannot escape without being hit. The fighter below is hit by disruptor fire, and loses control, but not before firing a single pulse beam. One fighter explodes in a show of lights as a missile collides with it. The other continues onward, firing its pulse guns as if nothing ever happened.
"DIE!"
Mike yells as he opens fire on the small annoying ship with 3 of the 4 remaining plasma cannons. The other one he aims at some satellite-looking things above.

Ground:


The Utility drone has nothing to do but watch the space battle in high definition. Meanwhile the two sentries switch to armor-piercing bullets as their enemies are apparantly robots.

Declare

Another ReArranged is created from the pile of junk, as the other one starts ReCreation of the robot.
The adventure fox is still stuck in localized bullet time.

I have got a race I think is worthy of putting into this, as it seems a generally unique idea. I will sprite a few more units ready for me joining.

EDIT : Finished spriting a few more units.

Rolling I mean declare. Expanding the map so this may take some time.

"Are we safe yet?"
"I am not sure, they may still be following us, Kat, what is the dirt like?"
"Soft, much softer then the stuff that the base was made out of."
"Well thats good news, right?"
"Yes it is good news, Kat, keep digging untill we hit sunlight. Where has that truck gone?"
"Im right here! Right behind Sherman!"
"How many are behind you?"
"Just the constructor."
"Yeah, Im still here!"
"Alright."

Now, you may be wondering what the hell my team is. They are a race of sentient tanks. You may have been able to guess who was who, but if you cant...

The guy in the sandy text is the guy in the middle, a Abrams tank. He is the commander of the group.

The green text is a Sherman at the back of the group. He is basically, the average joe of Tank Society.

The red and grey text are both units that have not yet arrived on the map, and are still being sprited.

The digger, the one called Kat who speaks in brown is a caterpillar digging vehicle.

If its possible, can someone better distribute resources on the extended part of the map? Im pretty bad at doing that.

Yes! My PW army is nearly done. We'll see you soon, guys...

It'd be nice if you extended it upwards or downwards instead, since now it's resized by the forum :/

It's always been resized for me, I honestly don't understand why I am the only one experiencing this problem ):
Oh well.

It gets resized on mine aswell. Have to click it... I think its the borders at the side that do it on me though.

Bah fine.

However, you could always invest in a 1900x1200px screen

Delcare.


Just put in some more detail on the expanded side.

1600x900 is still larger than the image :/
Or it was until it got expanded.

A meteor flies through the atmosphere, turned from a massive hunk of ice, rock, and biomass to this meager chunk of stone. It burns up, screaming towards the ground.


It crashes into the ground with a thud, scorching the area around it, a smoldering mass. Out from it, something green is ejected, flying down the cave.


The fires die down, and the object hurdles further down the cave, coming to a rest and rooting itself partially in the ground. From the looks of it, it's organic, but one can't be totally sure.

Declare (back from the dead)



The missile, neglected by the base's sensors, crashes into the structure and explodes, killing two troopers instantly. The remaining computer interface is used to send a long-distance communication to the Dominion Fleet, requesting immediate support to neutralize the enemy's space-based assets. The request is granted.

The other troopers, after determining the cause and effect of the blast, turn their attention back to the explosives dropped down the cavern. With astonishment, they observe the charge floating back up to the base encased in some sort of energy barrier. One man stays behind to disarm the bomb after the others leave. With a simple combination of strokes on his datapad, the explosive is electronically disabled, preventing the compounds inside from reacting with each other.



Kirov reporting.

Declare.

Declare! Goshdarnit.

Orbit:


The out-of-control fighter explodes, while the first of the ion pulses hits the enemy fighter. As the first of the shots to the small ship hits its antennas, Greg sees the Dominion ship.
"Damnit, now the Dominion shows up? ATLAS, radio for more reinforcements."
He is surprised to hear that High Command had intercepted the Dominion transmission for help, and sent two cruisers to intercept.
The lone fighter continues on.

Ground:


One of the scout drones hears footsteps, and sees a Dominion soldier taking aim. It alerts the nearest Sentry, who then opens fire. The Plasma-Matter converters continue making Sentries.