no picture.

I can see it?

Declare!

The pilot struggles to pull up above the building. He's not sure if he will clear it or not.

Declare?

Tyrant lands with a large crack as his knee lands in one of the eggs, spreading egg yolk up his trousers.

Tyrant: Fucking wonderful.......Yo Achilles get down here! there are definitely contacts in the desert!

Achilles: Ok, ok I'm coming!

d'eclair.

The soldier in the mech suit is notified of an object flying towards the desert. He uses his built in binoculars to get a better look. He doesn't recognize it so he thinks there might be something on the other side of the mountain...
Mech:Hey commander, Unidentified object inbound.
Commander Darius:Keep an eye on it.
Mech:Yes sir.
Jake begins to deconstruct the turret.

Man, haven't played this in a long time. Might as well dig up an old army and use it.

In other words, DECLARE.

"Alpha Foxtrot, this is Sierra Whiskey, do you copy?"
"Sierra Whiskey here, we copy."
"ETA to destination is 2 minutes, stand by."
"Roger."
"Sierra Whiskey, this is Delta HQ, we have detected multiple bogeys at the drop-off point. You are free to engage, Delta HQ out."

Inside the first helicopter, Major Rogers barks at his men "You heard them! Lock and load, Pangers! Lets whoop some ass today!

hm, this will be interesting. Declare

The soldier in the mech suit hears somethng behind him so he decides to see what it is. He is surprised to see two helicopters.
Mech:Uhm, commander? We have two helo's inbound. And they're heading in this direction.
Commander Darius:Maybe you should come inside.
Mech:No thanks, I'm fine out here.
Commander Darius: Hey Jake, hows the turret coming along?
Jake:Ready to be place again, sir.
Commander Darius:Good. We have two helicopters inbound.
Armand:Finally! Something to shoot!
Jake:I don't think this turret will be able to take it out. Even after I replace the ammo with plasma canisters.
Armand:Oh we'll see.

Declare.

KR123 wondered when that blasted drop pod will come.  By its calculations it should have arrived already.  It decided to contact Command.

"Command this is BCU 1263-8568:KR123.  Where is the SCU you said you were delivering?"
"BCU 1263-8568:KR123 we have sent the drop pod containing the SCU at coordinates 54.12293/56.93992.

54.12293/56.93992?  That's roughly one kilometer away.

"Command that is one kilometer away from my position.  Are you sure you sent the drop pod there?"
"That is affirmative BCU 1263-8568:KR123.  If that is the case you will have to retrieve the SCU on your own.  Command out."

Fuck.

Three drones were sent out to retrieve the contents of the drop pod.  Meanwhile, one of the two drones talking earlier continue their conversation.

"Check what's in one of the crates."

The drone lifts the crate box.  It appears that the contents of the crates they're guarding seem to be...

"It's red paint."

Declare

The pilot extends his landing gear, in the hope of absorbing shock from the collision with the building. Instead, the front wheel catches in one of the widows and hits the roof, breaking the stone. The friction and heat from the wheel's destruction causes a minor incendiary explosion, but nothing serious, and certainly unable to damage the ship's main structure.

Dufflcure

Achilles lands next to Tyrant, neither of them knowing what was at the foot of the mountain.
Achilles: ''Take the shot''

Tyrant: ''Done''

Achilles pats Tyrant on the pack and turns round, to run into the cave. Tyrant proceeds to take a shot, creating a large crack as the bullet soars through the air, and hits the corner of the building...he then takes another shot and it just skims the heavy's leg creating a small rip through his armour. Meanwhile up above, Prince turns around as a large smashing sound comes from the tower, to his amazement he spots the drop ship coming up from the tower.

Prince: ''OH CRAP, WE ARE BALLS DEEP IN SHIT NOW!''

d.e.c.l.a.r.e.

"Alpha Foxtrot, this is Sierra Whiskey, we have detected multiple bogeys not far from our positions. Permission to engage?"
"Copy Sierra Whiskey, permission to go weapons hot granted."
"Roger that, lighting them up."

Spoiler :

Hope it's okay if I join this sandbox.

A breeder and two Brains clamber their way in from the west. Their pack having been reduced to only the three of them left, due to lack of food and moisture. Their sensors detected both organic life, AND liquid in the area.. So perhaps they would not die out?

We are close now.. Thinks the breeder.. Preparing it'self for the work that has to be done.

You've accidentally linked to a resized version

Eh.. Probably because I used tiny pic. Guess I'll have to find another up-loader quickly.

*edit* Fixed with image shack.

Do you mind me joining to test my army?

I believe this is actually dead man.