These are times that try men's soul. The war is over, leading to a new one, this war, different from all the others. They call this war, a cold war, the Clash of Civilizations.
Jackal Desert
People's Federation of Atalanta
December 13th 1949
Dr. Andrew Mann went over the calculations one last time, by the data he collected the bomb would be equal to the bomb that devastated the Schlaumany Capital, 15 kilotons of TNT in explosive power, truly a weapon of the gods, as wielded by the Son himself. "Dr. Mann, the area has been cleared of personnel"
"Up to 50km?"
"Yes sir"
"Good, don't want anybody dying of radiation poisoning today" Mann half-joked, in reality he was terrified of the possibility of radiation opening, the survivors of the bomb would live wih the scars of atomic fire forever, and their children will bear it, assuming they CAN have children to begin with.
All of a sudden the military personnel in the room stood at attention, the doctor turned about, to see the imposing figure of General Kenneth Lang, his government supervisor who just returned from a Politburo hearing, in time for the test detonation of the Federation's first Atomic Bomb. "Ah, Dr. Mann, it's good to see you again" The man smiled as he closed the distance between them to shake his hand, "And you too General, so are the tests authorized?"
"Straight to business eh doctor?" He joked, "Yes, they showed an almost perverse desire to catch up to the Ghondrans in firepower" They both chuckled as they made their way to the observation room, such was the desire of politicians.
When they arrived they found that the observation room was abuzz in activity. One mistake and 5 years of hard work and toil could disappear in a literal flash right then and there.
"Are the preparations ready Dr. Stewart?"
"Yes sir, the detonator is ready" The doctor answered, pointing to a big button in the center of the room, fittingly it was red.
"Very good, General would you like to the honors"
"Why yes Doctor, thank you for the offer"
They both made their way to the center of the room, all eyes on them.
When the button was pressed, the room was washed in a red-yellow glow, when the light dissipated, allowing them to see, they found to their amazement that a second sun materialized.
And so the Clash begins.