Author: Salojin

Months passed. Stories were hardened out and issued to participants of the most extensive deep sea training fiasco of all time. The SEALs were buried with full military honors and their families reimbursed the amount for when servicemen are killed in action, although they were told time and time again it was a training incident….

Hochberg hadn’t seen the inside of the bridge in a lifetime. When Ke leaned back and dragged the door with her his mind went into reaction mode; see target, kill target. Wells hadn’t had the fortune of extreme special forces training, not unless underwater hand to hand combat was considered, and they weren’t currently inside…

Captain White leaned over the sailor at his sonar desk. They pair watched the lonely blip keep its depth at 200 meters, drifting forward slowly and steadily. The entire bridge was bathed in red light and no one spoke above a whisper. Miller leaned against the bulkhead with his arms folded tightly. The ship board…

There were at least three of them, storming into the bridge with pistols and machine pistols. Kessler had only seen them coming by mistake when he thought a glint reflected off a nearby gauge. As the door had swung out, light from the passageway had reflected off the control panel and gave the old Captain…

For as comfortable and familiar as the passageways and controls of the Brundhilde were to Kessler and Hochberg, the same could not be said of Ke and Wells. They moved cautiously in the blackness, their green bathed world specked with static always a constant and shifting place of shadows and potential ambush. Wells recalled how the ghouls…

Kessler waited for some sort of response from Hochberg when he heard a shout on the local network, it was the navy diver Wells. Kessler peered over his shoulder to see past Taylor, eyeing the situation carefully. Half of the engine team had returned to the top deck and Wells was only now seeing his…

Kessler swore under his breath and called out on the communication network, “Who the hell remembers the all-comm line for shipping and trade?” Ke spoke up at once, saying a sting of numbers as though she had been programed in her sleep. Kessler could have picked her up and spun her if she’d been in…

“Isn’t that supposed to be some sort of nautical olive branch?” Miller was confused. “Sure, it could be that, it could also be a ship looking around for nearby dangers and assessing its options.” Replied White as he released the intercom mic. The Pennsylvania was buzzing with movement as men jumped into seats or dove through hatches…

Wells felt his body shake with each smacking bullet that smashed into the steel walls around him, showers of sparks blinding the sea of nightvision he saw the cramped world in. He had never been trained for outright combat before and it showed, he was uneasy and erratic. One of the SEALs had put a…

Ke had been working for ten minutes on the shrapnel wounds; her hands were sticky with blood. She was grateful the special operations warrior was unconscious; the work she had started to do would have been excruciating for him to be awake for. The grenade had probably gone off between the SEAL’s feet, both ankles…