TheMilleniumGroup
04-03-2006, 20:54
If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the mighty one...
The weapon was readied, prepared and examined once more by the Doctor, whose figners traced an almost loving caress across the surface of the weapon; this mighty bomb that research, money and other things had dictated must be theirs. He pressed it into place, and stepped into the transport; taken away upon graceful wings; watching with a curiosity born of his scientific genius, as they rose higher into the air; observing the test site.
The Fuhrer sat behind him, smiling softly, brushing blond hair from his forehead, peering out as they drew further and further away from the vast space of open ground; the order was given. A sequence set into motion, and the weapon detonated.
Fire seemed to coalesce in the air, as the bomb detonated; for a moment there was silence, total silence, as though the sun itself had plunged upon the earth and now sought to consume it; before the rush, of sound and fury and chaos from the centre; dust and flame hurled for miles; those structures that existed about it atomised in moments, torn asunder by hurricane winds born of an inferno. As the great mushroom cloud rose in the air; and every screen across the Reich displayed it; its glory; its power.
"Good, very Good..." The major clapped, rising, observing. "My dear Doctor, once more you outdo yourself."
"My thanks, mien Fuhrer, my truest thanks...This is truly a great day. Our armies grow, more and more fall under our sway."
"Then we must act soon...This weapon is but the tolling of a bell; they know we have arrived now; that we have come, we of fire and hell. We the Midians, we the legions of the Reich...We shall show them death, hold their faces as they scream and laugh and make them stare...And they shall see where our power lies...Ja, ja...All in time..."
The weapon was readied, prepared and examined once more by the Doctor, whose figners traced an almost loving caress across the surface of the weapon; this mighty bomb that research, money and other things had dictated must be theirs. He pressed it into place, and stepped into the transport; taken away upon graceful wings; watching with a curiosity born of his scientific genius, as they rose higher into the air; observing the test site.
The Fuhrer sat behind him, smiling softly, brushing blond hair from his forehead, peering out as they drew further and further away from the vast space of open ground; the order was given. A sequence set into motion, and the weapon detonated.
Fire seemed to coalesce in the air, as the bomb detonated; for a moment there was silence, total silence, as though the sun itself had plunged upon the earth and now sought to consume it; before the rush, of sound and fury and chaos from the centre; dust and flame hurled for miles; those structures that existed about it atomised in moments, torn asunder by hurricane winds born of an inferno. As the great mushroom cloud rose in the air; and every screen across the Reich displayed it; its glory; its power.
"Good, very Good..." The major clapped, rising, observing. "My dear Doctor, once more you outdo yourself."
"My thanks, mien Fuhrer, my truest thanks...This is truly a great day. Our armies grow, more and more fall under our sway."
"Then we must act soon...This weapon is but the tolling of a bell; they know we have arrived now; that we have come, we of fire and hell. We the Midians, we the legions of the Reich...We shall show them death, hold their faces as they scream and laugh and make them stare...And they shall see where our power lies...Ja, ja...All in time..."