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  • Fort Wichmann

    Fort Wichmann

    Mission

    In 1918, the USS Cyclops vanished during a voyage from Brazil to Baltimore. After a scheduled stop in Barbados, the vessel was never seen or heard from again.

    Officially, the ship was lost at sea.

    Unofficially, its mission was far more deliberate.

    The USS Cyclops had been tasked with establishing a covert United States military installation at 25° North latitude, 71° West longitude—deep within what would later be known as the Bermuda Triangle.

    At the time, a massive island had risen at those coordinates, likely the result of tectonic activity beneath the Atlantic Plate. How long it had existed before surfacing, or whether it had been observed by other nations, remains unknown. What mattered to U.S. military planners was speed. The island could not be allowed to fall into foreign hands.

    The decision was made: the United States would claim it first.

    All personnel connected to what would later be known as Fort Wichmann assembled in Rio de Janeiro in early February of 1918. The USS Cyclops departed port on February 16. No confirmed transmissions were ever received after that date.

    Captain Worley

    Captain George Worley was born Johan Frederick Wichmann on December 11, 1862, in Sandstedt, Hanover, Germany. He arrived in the United States in 1878 after jumping ship in San Francisco.

    In 1898, he changed his name to George Worley and established himself along San Francisco’s Barbary Coast, where he owned and operated a saloon. There, he developed close ties with sailors, smugglers, and merchants operating at the edges of legality.

    Eventually, Worley returned to the sea.

    He served as master of several merchant vessels and earned a reputation for moving illicit cargo—opium among it—quietly and efficiently. His experience, discretion, and willingness to accept jobs others refused brought him to the attention of the United States Navy.

    When the opportunity arose to command a mission requiring absolute secrecy and moral flexibility, Worley was approached.

    He was never intended to be more than transportation.

    Upon arrival at the island, Captain Worley was executed by Colonel Alistair Vane, the mission’s true commanding officer, who had been embedded among the crew from the outset. The killing was swift, deliberate, and uncontested.

    The island—and later the fort—would bear Wichmann’s name.

    The Crew

    The final complement of the USS Cyclops was deliberately unconventional.

    It included fringe scientists from across the world, many suspected—or known—to have participated in unethical research. Tradesmen were recruited for their skills and their disposability: men in debt, social outcasts, or individuals unlikely to be missed.

    Convicts were selected not for their danger, but for their compliance—offered reduced sentences in exchange for service. Alongside them were military personnel of mixed distinction: some honorable, others disgraced, many motivated by promises of redemption, freedom, or blind patriotism.

    Not all respected Colonel Vane’s authority.

    Enough feared it.

    A small cadre of loyal soldiers ensured discipline, order, and silence during the island’s earliest days.

    These were the people chosen to build Fort Wichmann.

    They were considered replaceable.

    The Facility

    The island itself was vast—far larger than initial surveys suggested—and continued to grow as the military reshaped it. Excavation, dredging, and controlled detonations expanded its usable landmass, reinforcing the belief that the island was not entirely stable.

    Ships arrived at the facility with regularity. Few ever departed.

    Those that did were required to falsify their logs to obscure the island’s location. Officially, many were still part of the ongoing search for the lost USS Cyclops. Other disappearances in the region helped give rise to the legend of the Bermuda Triangle.

    Navy vessels delivered supplies, construction materials, test subjects, and specialized equipment necessary for research and development. Over time, Fort Wichmann expanded into a sprawling black site, quietly siphoning funds through Pentagon channels to ensure its survival beyond official oversight.

    The base housed six top-secret scientific laboratories and a vast military training complex. Research focused on biological weapons, human augmentation, temporal physics, paranormal phenomena, and the anomalous behavior of the surrounding region.

    Strange occurrences were common.

    Hostile non-human entities—commonly referred to in early reports as goblins—inhabited the island’s interior. These man-eating creatures caused persistent casualties and required constant containment operations, shaping both the facility’s defenses and its training doctrine.

    Fort Wichmann Today

    Fort Wichmann remains operational.

    Personnel are rotated through extended deployments under strict non-disclosure agreements. Survivors return to the world carrying pieces of the truth they are never permitted to speak aloud.

    The base now functions as a training and testing ground for elite special forces units and experimental programs. The BMCR initiative, launched in 2004, has completed its first operational iteration. A second class is currently in training.

    As it has since its inception, Fort Wichmann exists at the intersection of science and warfare—striving to remain the pinnacle of both, no matter the cost.

  • Only Us: A Dark Fantasy Betrayal

    Only Us: A Dark Fantasy Betrayal

    Only Us: A Dark Fantasy Betrayal

    A Traitor’s Final Stand

    Dark clouds gathered over the old stone castle as Aidan sat alone in his newly claimed chambers, his fingers tapping idly on the hilt of his dagger. The wind howled through the cracks in the walls, and he listened, as he always did, for the bells of shame that seemed to echo in his ears long after they had fallen silent in the streets below.

    He’d taken their lives–all according to plan–except for a loathsome knight who escaped the initial poisoning. It was only a matter of time before the bells sounded again, but this time to echo his betrayal to the crown and summon the vassals and remaining loyalist to his execution—to perform it as barbarically as they saw fit.

    He would go down in history as the most reviled man in the kingdom, a lord fallen from grace, his name spoken with scorn in every corner for ages onward. Aidan welcomed it—let them curse him, let vengeance roar. For every insult cast his way, he sharpened his blades and smiled his bitter, scornful smile. He’d put up a fight, no less was expected from his forgotten ancestors who served the King till their own betrayal by kings before. He’d been haunted so long by his tarnished history, and tonight he’d righted the timeline. His family would rule or burn for their treachery.

    A Love Forged in Fire

    Aidan’s life had become a tapestry woven of rage, betrayal, and a dark purpose he held onto with all his might. He had lost so much and resented even more; his bitterness had been his companion; he’d abandoned any pretense of honor long ago, reveling in the twisted satisfaction of his own undoing.

    As he leaned back against the cold stone, a knock resounded on his door. He didn’t move, simply stated, “Enter.”

    His only remaining ally, Lenore, the young maiden who had helped him in his master plan, slipped inside, her cloak trailing the floor like a shroud. She was the last person who truly knew him—the only one who had seen the many shades of his fury and forgiven every one of them.

    “They’re gathering in the square, Aidan,” she said, fear alight in her eyes. “You know what that means.”

    He smirked, lips curling into a dark smile. “They gather to claim their vengeance. And why shouldn’t they? I finally got mine.”

    Lenore moved closer, her voice low, a warning and a promise intertwined. “Yes, my love, they won’t stop till they have it, but remember, you are not bound to grant them either.”

    “Yes,” he whispered, his voice like a blade. “I don’t think we will live to see the end of this, Lenore. My rash plans left us unprotected. If you hurry through the underground passages, you may escape their wrath.”

    Lenore’s expression softened, yet her gaze grew darker, a spark igniting in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before. “And then what? I’m a known accomplice. Sir Tristan witnessed me with his own eyes, serving the guests with our tainted drink. Folly, he took his oath of abstinence from wine. Folly for us.”

    Aidan squeezed her hand. “If you stay, you will die with me, the traitor to the throne. The besmirched Lord of Eversfield with a grudge deeper than the great beyond. How could I go to hell with more than my betrayal on my shoulders? With the woman I love and our unborn child with me at the fiery gates?”

    She smiled and kissed his lips tenderly. “I walked this path with you. I knew what might be. I gambled like my father before me and reached for freedom no matter the cost. Nothing else matters now, only us.”

    The Fury of the Mob

    Together, they descended into the heart of the castle. The stone corridors wound like veins through the darkness, and Aidan could feel the ghosts of the past pressing against him, watching him, judging him. He had once been a man with aspirations, with ideals. But years of betrayal and loss had twisted him into something else entirely—an avenger who would stop at nothing to bring ruin to the family that destroyed his own.

    As they stepped outside, the night air bit into their skin, cold and sharp. The townsfolk had gathered below, torches lighting the square like a forest ablaze. Their cries rose up in fury, accusations and curses thrown like stones. Sir Tristan stood at the forefront, his eyes sharper than Aidan’s own killing tools.

    “Traitor!” the townspeople shouted, “Murderer!”

    Aidan stood tall, his gaze defiant, as he bore into Sir Tristan’s eyes. The loose end that frayed their plan in twain. Lenore’s steady presence at his side anchored him as he spoke his final words.

    “Traitor, yes. Murderer, also yes.” His smile widened. “But know this: I stand here not because I seek your forgiveness. I am no man of honor, and I’ve embraced that. My guilt runs dark and deep, and my only regret is that I did not destroy more of you sooner.”

    The crowd’s fury grew, but Aidan could see the fear creeping into their eyes as well. He laughed, a low, bitter sound that echoed in the square.

    Lenore stepped forward, clinging to her beloved arm, defiance and acceptance adorning her. This was the outcome from her gamble, to stand side by side with the man she loved, to die in his arms, though she wished the outcome had been sweeter, it was sweet enough to have known this unstoppable force, if at least for the miniscule moment they had together. “Only us.”

    The townsfolk had been busy the whole while, piling up wood and kindling below. They threw their torches, the flames licking up the stone and casting shadows that danced in a wild frenzy. Aidan didn’t flinch as the fire grew. He took Lenore’s hand, feeling her warmth amid the chaos, and the two of them stood together as the flames rose around them.

    The Fall of Eversfield

    As the crowd cheered at the fire, unaware of what lay ahead, Aidan leaned close to Lenore. “There’s still time for you to escape, my love.”

    She gulped as the fire rose higher, but his warmth settled her resolve. She nestled into his chest, her fingers squeezing his tightly. “Only us, Aidan. To the end.”

    The flames surged higher, consuming the ancient stones as the mob struck the walls with their makeshift battering rams, the flames striking back against their foolhardy masters. Crude siege engines continued the assault and the clanging of steel upon the weakened stone echoed in their ears.

    Aidan and Lenore didn’t have to wait for the flames to engulf them. The archers arrived and smooth was the sound of their toppling bodies from their high perch. They died in each other’s arms.

     

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  • How to Write Military Fiction That Keeps Readers Hooked

    How to Write Military Fiction That Keeps Readers Hooked

    War is a highly captivating theme that can capture a reader’s interest in military fiction. The significance of military stories in today’s world of fiction cannot be overstated, although writing military fiction is challenging. This genre demands action, accuracy, and storytelling finesse. Writers often face the dilemma of balancing realism with reader engagement while writing such narratives.

    If you’re planning to create a military fiction of your own and facing the right point to start, you are not alone. Here is a step-by-step guide on how you can write engaging military fiction that has the power to hook the readers till the end.

    Understanding the Military World

    The first thing you need to know about writing military fiction is that you’ll have to do a lot of reading. When your readers open your book, they expect the details to be as realistic as possible. You don’t have to be a soldier to know about all this, but it helps to know about ranks, tactics, and weaponry.

    Today’s readers are smart; if something does not fit in how they imagine a battle sequence or a soldier’s life, they’ll not continue reading. If you want your book to have a better hook and an immersive story, you’ll need to consult books that have previously executed this job with flying colors.

    For instance, “How to Make a Monster: The Slenderfoot Story” by S. T. Hatlaban can be a great reference to start. This book is set against a ruthless cold war, blending geopolitics and sci-fi in an enigmatic story. Reading this book can teach you quite a few things about the right way to depict war realistically.

    Developing Strong Characters

    A compelling military fiction highly relies on its main characters. For readers to continue reading the book till the end, the characters need to have some relevance and depth to them. Think of it as adding layers to the people in your story; give them strengths, but also don’t leave out their weaknesses. Show them going through the whole metamorphosis, showing their emotional and physical growth.

    If you are working on your main character, develop their background and where they come from. What drives them? Are they the men who’ve fought in many battles, or is this their first war?

    Make sure your characters’ reactions to events feel genuine. How would someone react to losing a comrade or making a tough battlefield decision?

    A great example can be found in “How to Make a Monster: the Slenderfoot Story.” In this novel, the author skillfully interconnects the characters’ feelings with the action occurring in a battle scene. It also signifies that your characters’ arcs are as significant as the wars they wage, so do your homework when creating your original story.

    Writing Gripping Action Scenes

    A good battle scene does not contain mere explosions or gunfire sounds but strong action sequences with great tactics, intense pressure, and high stakes.

    Here’s a simple tip: Plan your fight scenes before you write them. Consider where each character is located, what they want to achieve, and how they will achieve it.

    Don’t create your scenes with too much professionalism; never go extremely technical about the weapons. Yes, realism is crucial, but so is readability.

    The best battle scenes are detailed and include the reader in the scene. Let them breathe adrenaline, feel the gunshots, and experience the consequences of actions taken in the heat of the operation.

    A perfect example of this technique is in “How to Make a Monster,” where the author vividly describes thrilling action sequences involving Dr. Fyodor Molozov and his partner, Dr. Ekaterina Markov. Together, they journey through Russia’s frigid expanse with the help of their shape-shifting armies and guard the honor of their territory. The author, Hatlaban, with the help of illustrator D. Dart, has turned every action sequence into a cut-throat competition between opposing forces. As you read through the pages, you’ll come to know what it takes to craft a truly riveting military fiction story.

    Common Mistakes to Avoid

    Some writers often make common mistakes when writing military fiction, which can be easily avoided if they do the following.

    First, do not confuse your readers with redundant or complex technical terms. Since you’re writing for laypeople, you should know that not everyone is aware of the military language. Like AWOL (Absent Without Leave) and MIA (Missing In Action), which may confuse those unfamiliar with military language.

    Ignoring the role of emotions in war. Let your characters have moments where they can sit down, observe the situation, and contemplate a given event.

    Finally, keep your story fresh. If every battle scene feels the same, readers will lose interest. Find ways to vary your action—use different settings, strategies, and motivations for each conflict.

    Why You Should Read “The Slenderfoot Story?”

    It perfectly captures the essence of military fiction and combines strategic battle scenes with deep character development. The Slenderfoot Story combines the excitement of a sci-fi story with the tension of the Cold War. It follows Nadia, a young shapeshifter, as she and her friends struggle with their identities and the true intentions of their creators. The story raises important questions about what it means to be human and the risks of ambition.

    The Slenderfoot Story’s engaging plot and complex characters are exactly what makes military fiction so popular. You’ll learn a lot by studying how the author builds tension, creates believable military scenarios, and writes characters who feel real.

    Time to Start Your Military Fiction Writing

    Writing military fiction takes time, patience, and a lot of creativity. But with the right tools and techniques, you can write a story that keeps readers on the edge of their seats. Whether you’re planning epic battles or quiet moments between comrades, remember to focus on realism and emotion.

    As a final tip, check out “How to Make a Monster: The Slenderfoot Story!” It’s packed with valuable insights and examples that can help shape your writing.

    Grab your copy now, take inspiration, and write stories that will captivate readers.