A submarine was silently stalking the Justosian waters de nationale. It wasn't doing anything in particular - just listening, watching and endlessly relaying the latest happenings from the Southern Kingdom to its faraway masters.
The submarine received the new orders and began its mission. It started a steady but slowly approach towards the main shipping routes feeding the port of Avalon.
It just swam and swam away, eating fishies every day. At one point, a sonar beeped, "That's a leftist", the guy took heed. A button pressed, a sweaty forehead, a torpedo ran away. The Sea... distressed, for the entrails of the whale, had turned it all, a deep, deep red.
The young whale landed back in the water on his back. It was his first leap from the depths, his first experience of the warmth of the great southern air. Euphoria swept his entire body at the same speed as the bubbles from the water. He turned to see his mother who had cheered him on. Though, that’s not what he saw.
All that remained of his mother were small chunks of flesh floating in a red cloud. The whale was horrified, unsure of what had happened – frozen in place. It was at this moment that a large, silent black tube came to his attention, diving into the depths. It was unlike anything he had seen before, bigger than any whale.
Whatever it was, he was sure, it had killed his mother. The whale vowed revenge
On routine patrol, the submarine tracked local traffic. There was a freighter over there. Another sub was trying to creep by below the layer. A pod of whales was busy breaching the surface of the ocean, putting on a show for a tourist boat.
"Conn, Sonar, that pod of whales is getting just a little too close. Suggest we dive a few meters to give ourselve's some space."
"Very well. Diving officer, make your depth..."
"Conn, Sonar! The pod is coming right for us!"
THUD
THUD THUD
"All ahead flank, let's outrun them."
THUD THUD THUD
"Sir, I have a firing solution on the whales. Recommend we load tubes one and two."