"I’m dumping 50,000 Credits into the ," Vance muttered, his finger hovering over a translucent button that pulsed with a soft green glow.

The neon-blue interface flickered to life, hovering mid-air between Captain Vance and Major Graves. In the world of Frontier Command , the wasn't just a menu—it was their shared lifeline.

Graves grinned, already scrolling through the . "Ready to spend those rewards? The 'Orbital Laser' is finally unlocked."

"Wait," Graves countered, pointing to the right side of the split-screen display. "Look at the . It’s hitting orange. If we don’t click the 'Anti-Air Battery' unlock now, those drone swarms will wipe our oil derrick before the Barracks even finish building."

As the virtual landscape shook with the force of their combined firepower, Vance leaned back, watching the counter climb. "Not bad for a shared screen."

"Fine," Vance sighed, swiping his hand to transfer funds into the tab. The UI chimed—a crisp, mechanical sound that signaled a successful transaction. "Anti-Air is live. But we’re broke. We need to hit the 'Resource Extract' button every ten seconds to keep the power on."

The GUI was a masterclass in high-stakes cooperation. On the left, Vance’s stats showed his focus: Heavy Armor and Logistics . On the right, Graves managed Air Support and Special Ops . Between them sat the bar—a golden gauge that only filled when they both performed simultaneous actions.