Based on a True Story

[Jakubian]

[The camera pans to reveal a lush tropic environment.]
[The camera stops, zooming deeper into the jungle.]
[Several majestic ANS warships are grazing peacefully.]
[The camera focus on a young moorliner, marked on the side with the name, "Leshotgunner". Its lying in the dirt, looking confused and scared.]
[Soft music starts playing to a natural, soft breeze.]
"The storm blew this fellow 20 miles away from his home isle of OSPN."
[Several shots of adult moorlines show them surrounded by several smaller moorlines.]
"He is not naturally found on this island. He must find food and shelter, and a friendly fleet"
[ominous music plays, the camera cuts to hurricanes tearing the island apart.]
"If he doesn't he will perish to the ANS isle's temperamental weather."
[The moorline starts doing vigorous burnthrough scans, looking for contacts.]
"He looks about, and spots a pack of ANS vauxhalls, eating their preferred meal, the S3h".
[The moorline gets a radar contact, and quickly identifies several vauxhalls.]
"He cautiously approaches the vauxhalls, trying to see if they are friend or foe."
[The moorline moves at 1/3 speed, getting closer.]
[The music become playful.]
"The vauxes approach cautiously, eyeing this curious missileer."
[The vauxes, finally spotting the moorline with a visual contact, pause, determining whether or not to run, then finally moving forwards at 2/3 speed.]
"The vauxes smell the newcomer, trying to see who this foreigner is"
[The vaux touches the moorline with its prow, eyeing it curiously.]
"The vauxes have rejected the moorline."
[The vauxes move to flank speed, reversing quickly, throwing chaff and active decoys, the moorline back away as well frightened].
"However, with their retreat, this young moorline still has a chance to secure food."
[The moorline sniffs the half-eaten S3h on the ground.]
[A slightly hopeful tune plays.]
"The moorline has not eaten in three days, this will be its first chance."
[The moorline awkwardly attempts to eat the S3h.]
[The camera cuts, it pans around the island briefly, it is nearing sunset.]
[The camera cuts back to the moorline, briefly showing its tag "Leshotgunner" again.]
"After sunset, the dangerous keystones lurk neraby, snagging any ship caught unaware. If the moorline doesn't find a safe place to rest, he may become one of them."
[The moorline sticks its forwards thrusters into a small hole.]
[The camera cuts into the hole, showing the beady red glass windows of a threatened sprinter.] [The music takes a slightly anxious tone.]
"This hole is too small, and already occupied."
[The sprinter locks the moorline, causing it to pull backwards at flank speed and pop chaff.]
[The moorline stares for a bit at safe distance, before moving onwards.]
[The camera cuts again. The trees swing with a strengthening wind.]
[The moorline is appraising a large rock face with a cave cut into it.]
"The moorline seems to have found a safe place for the night, but is it occupied as well"
[As the moorline gets closer, it notices an axford with a small escort of frigates, and freezes.]
"This mama axford has just woken up from her sleep, and will need to eat 3 tons of missiles a day, just to survive and feed her cubs
[The axford spots the moorliner, who is confused and terrified.]
"The axford sniffs the young moorline"
[The axford sniffs the moorline, then gently picks it up, putting it into formation with the frigates.]
[Joyous but subdued music plays].
"It appears we have witnessed an unlikely bond form. The mama axford, has taken the moorline as her own."
[The camera cuts, its night. The wind is violent.] [The camera cuts to the moorline, nestled against the axford.] [A hopeful song plays.]
"The last few days have been tough for this young moorline, but it has found a new home, and a new family.
[The camera slowly fades away.]

[Leshotgunner]

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