A small comic I made, please leave a comment, because if you do, I will comment on 4 of your things!
About this creation
The steam-driven radar system detected something. Me and my fellow crew, Jorge and Elvis,knew this was a bad sign.
"Ready, once again to ride the Brittiana?" Jorge asked. The Brittania was our aeroplane.
Me and Jorge leapt up to the roof, where our guns awaited us, freshly loaded.
Elvis started the plane's engine and the front propeller began to rotate quickly...
...and so did the back propeller.
We were airborne. But we were not alone...
A small electric-run Skyline attack pod belonging to the other team hovered around us, waiting to strike.
They opened up with a barrage of small laser beams from their forward-pointing plasma cannon.
Naturally, Elvis maneuvred the Brittania so Jorge had a clear shot at the enemy. Rapidly moving rounds spewed out of Jorge's cannon at an alarming rate of fire.
A small fire started to blaze on the side of the pod, but they still let rip a bombardement from their broadside cannon.
Elvis turned so I had a clear path at them. I let 'er rip!
The pod burst into flames.
Smoke began billowing out of the doomed pod. We knew the mission had been completed.