Author: Salojin

[Thanks for letting me have a day off, guys and gals, I’ve got a bottle of whiskey beside me and a laptop in front of me and about ten reference books to thumb through and nearly ten gallons of imagination goo to share. BRACE FOR IMPACT, LADS!] The inside of the bridge was a complete butchers shop….

Kessler’s world was churning around him. He swallowed hard and reached out to steady himself on a nearby console. Even in a kneel the deck felt like it was rising unequally under his body and his vision tunneled back into his mind. Everything was still slow motion in a daze, the last SEAL into the…

The sound of tungsten connecting with the back of an old leather and rubber dive suit made a sickeningly wet smack. Four neat holes pock-marked the entry points and the heavy brass helmet smashed into the deck with a resounding clang. It was as if the old diving suit had been suddenly unplugged and it…

If the team was worried about Hochberg and Kessler’s exchange, they didn’t show it. Heads and cores dutifully tucked around their rifles as they wound their way down the passage, the world awash in static green and white slashing lights in the pitch black. Ke thought for a moment while she leaned in close toward…

Hochberg scrambled over to one of the dead ghouls and grasped into his shoulders, standing him up. One of the SEALs seemed to figure out what the old chief was up to and helped him to stand the the corpse up. Hochberg bent down to snag up one of the bloody spears and shoved the…

The water was a murky blur of reds and blacks with an occasional slash of light to pierce out from the melee. Hochberg could no longer tell whose limbs were whose and his gloved fingers felt for a brass helmet and groped around for the window ports. In the tangle of limbs and yells through…

Hochberg hooked his feet into either side of the guard rails, firmly intertwining his limbs into the old and slightly rusted steel. His hands drew up the small carbine looking rifle and shouldered it comfortably, the shape a close sort of familiar. The old chief sighted down the optic, setting a tiny dot known only…

The silence inside the rebreather helmets was distracting. From the dust motes floating past and the speed at which Brunhilde grew infront of the mini-subs, it was possible to tell they were moving quickly. Wells was silently cheering inside his helmet as he could peer over Hochbergs shoulder, spying the chief crank back on the throttle in…

Miller could have sworn he saw the feintist blip on the sonar reads for a moment, but the constantly scanning screen erased over the aberration. White took a short step forward toward the radar screen, his chin held between thumb and index knuckle as he leaned in to closely scan behind the technician. The Pennsylvania had been…

“You see at the cost of one battle ship you could create six or seven more agile and more cunning U-Boats. Their biggest drawback is how defenseless they are. They can’t have the heavy plating of the battle ships, they can’t carry the compliment of weapon systems for defense as the floating fortress. The U-Boat…