U.S. ARMY VETERAN • AUTHOR
STORIES FORGED
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Military sci-fi written by someone who actually wore the uniform.
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Military sci-fi written by someone who actually wore the uniform.
I served in the U.S. Army during the Cold War — basic training at Fort Dix, then Korea at Camp Hovey. Later I commanded in the Kansas National Guard artillery. I've stood in TOCs, maintained ancient processors, and understood what real readiness actually costs.
Now I write the military science fiction I wish I'd had on deployment: stories with authentic tactics, believable tech, moral weight, and the quiet truth that leadership in war is rarely clean.
A hardened strike team from the 13th LRF. Advanced tactics, real firepower, and no-bullshit missions. Leadership forged in blood and experience.
Larger scale. Ancient threats. Modern soldiers dropped into conflicts that span systems. Brotherhood, betrayal, and the cost of victory.
Exploration, first contact, and the terrifying realization that humanity's greatest threat might be its own history repeating among the stars.
"Combat was clean. Measurable. In a firefight you run the numbers. Leading former teammates… nothing added up. That was the sum of leadership."
The 13th LRF saga unfolds across 12 standalone installments — one continuing story, no required reading order. Jump in anywhere.
Staff Sergeant Reed just made rank, and his own team isn't sure he's earned it. MilCom hands him a sterilization order: six operators, no backup, and a warlord named Vale who already knows they're coming. He walks out with a target on Vale's back and the first thread of something MilCom never wanted him to find.
Vale should have died on Briar Ridge. Instead he's back, and MilCom has handed Reed's team something worse than another mission: an asset called EMBER. Fast. Precise. Built to follow orders without hesitation, and never once asking a question it should be asking.
Six weeks after the validation site, the 13th is still standing, and that's the problem. MilCom doesn't know what to do with a team that saw everything and survived. So they watch. They restrict. They wait. Reed still believes in the military. He's losing faith in the people running it, and EMBER hasn't forgotten him.
Reed came back from Vanguard with a conclusion he cannot document and a team that believes him anyway. The record says everything was handled correctly. Proving otherwise means asking the one institution that owns the record.
The saga continues. Titles and covers in development — rolling out through 2026–2028.
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"So what's the play, Staff Sergeant?" He put extra weight on the rank. "You really gonna stand there and pretend this doesn't smell like a one-way ticket?"
Brick shifted his weight, armor plates creaking. "Six of us. Full sterilization. No backup. No real intel. Feels like they're sending us in to count bodies before they glass the place."
Sparks exhaled sharply. "Yeah. Why risk us at all if it's just confirmation? Unless we're the confirmation and the cleanup."
Reed met Reaper's stare head-on. He didn't raise his voice.
"You want the truth?" he said evenly. "This mission is shit. We all know it. Sterilization order. Unknown enemy capability. And yeah… It feels like we're the ones they're willing to lose if it goes sideways."