Chapter One: The Great War Dae-Hee sat on the deck of the aircraft carrier, observing the aurora australis. Green and blue lights danced in perfect sync, piercing the night sky. The Divine Spark, as the Church called them. They were a famous sight to see off the southwest coast of Korea, his home. Home, he thought. That's why I'm doing this. He was off to fight perhaps the biggest war in Korean history. The Korean colony of Gongju, across the ocean on the continent of Kazakhstania. That's where he was going. Brazil, along with its ally, Bandar, had declared war on his beloved country. And his countrymen across the sea were being attacked. And now, hundreds of miles off the coast, The Divine Spark reminded him what he was fighting for. "Enjoying the night?" Dae-Hee turned around to see his co-pilot, Chol, had joined him on the deck. "While I can" Dae-Hee replied, as Chol took a seat beside him. The two had met in the Korean airforce, and had eventually become best friends. "We won't have leisure time much longer" Dae-Hee continued. A few seconds of silence followed, as Chol settled into a comfortable position beside his friend, both airmen observing the natural spectacle in front of them. Chol spoke up next. "I wonder if the bomb looks anything like this when it detonates." That was, perhaps, the biggest responsbility Dae-Hee had leading the crew of his aircraft. Taking care of the 'the bomb'. One of the first of its kind, and certainly the deadliest on the planet right now. He had never actually seen what one of these could do. He only had it explained by his instructors, and they didn't seem to know how to convey how terrible it was. And the main point they hammered home was to turn around and get away as fast as possible when it was dropped. "I hope we don't have to find out, Chol. At least not on this trip." "Nah, we don't even need the big stuff to beat this pitiful alliance" Chol boasted, still as relaxed as he could be. That was the feeling Dae-Hee just couldn't find within himself. Relaxation, peace. They were going to war; and not only that, Brazil was just one nation out of about-what, ten that had declared a state of war on Korea? Half the planet was at war with their country. How could his friend be so non-chalant about this? Dae-Hee could hold himself together on the battlefield, he knew he could. He'd fight to his last breath for the Republic of Korea. But Gongju was only one front. How could his country hold its own against so many foes? One battle at a time, he thought. We'll win this war. He could only hope he was right.