From the memory log of High Tide, captain of the seas; friends.

Green optics look to the five Autobots, three of which were femmes and the other two mechs.

"So, war is approaching?" The blue mech asked.

"Yeah, and they Autobots are looking for mechs who'll help fight the Cons that come from the seas," said the blue and green femme, Aurora.

"We told Prime that you were fit for it because of how much time you spend out at sea," added a black and red mech, Dynamite.

High Tide didn't say anything, or even make a sound for that matter.

Not for a couple kliks anyway.

"Fine, but only because I know ya will keep persisting if I say no."


From the memory log of High Tide, captain of the seas; what made him feel angry.

The war had persisted way longer than it should have.

All of High Tide's friends, Prime included, noticed the change it had on the sea mech.

This being at the halfway point from the war's beginning and the end.

High Tide had been on his way back to his ship after retrieving supplies from an underground supplier when he heard the sounds of a strangled pup.

Looking around, green optics finally came across some random Cybertronian, whether they were Autobot or Decepticon being unknown, with their servos wrapped around an orange pup's neck cables, attempting to hold him under the liquid of the sea.

Drawing out his gun, High Tide stormed to the mech and held it to the back of his helm.

The mech immediately froze upon feeling the gun.

"Drop it," was all he had to say for the pup to be let go and the mech's servos to be raised above his helm.

"High Tide? Is that you?"

That voice was familiar.

Where had he heard it before?

"How do ya know my name?" High Tide asked.

"Don't tell me you don't recognize your dear friend Bombcast," the mech said and looked over his shoulder, revealing an all too familiar face, only with red optics instead of blue.

That made green optics widen.

Bombcast smirked and stood up, lowering his servos and turning to face the Autobot.

The pup he had tried to drown swam to land and slowly walked to sit at High Tide's pedes.

"What's the matter Tide? Surprised?" Bombcast asked, though he full well knew the answer.

"I thought ya were different," High Tide said after a moment of silence.

Out of nowhere, Bombcast kicked the gun out of the bigger mech's servo, holding a scepter to his faceplate, the pointed part facing the Autobot.

"Clearly you thought wrong big fella," he said, the smirk growing.


From the memory log of High Tide, captain of the seas; happy memory that makes him smile.

Long before the war started, High Tide had a mate, believe it or not.

Her name?

Aurora.

No bot else knew about it but them, so naturally they were thought to be friends, which they didn't seem to mind.

The two had actually been friends beforehand.

Then came the day she ended up carrying his youngling.

He had been so happy to hear that, but not as happy as he was months later when the newspark had been placed in its shell.

The moment the sparkling's optics onlined, it was noted that they were blue-green, a mix of Aurora's and High Tide's.

A smile crossed the sparkling's faceplate and they clicked upon seeing their creators.

Aurora couldn't help but smile brightly as she held the sparkling, looking at the blue mech.

"What do you think of the name Aquastreak?" She asked.

"I like that," High Tide replied with a smile.


From the memory log of High Tide, captain of the seas; Einsamkeit

High Tide had returned from war a completely different mech than when it had started.

Apparently he hadn't heard that his home in one of the city-states located near the sea had been bombed, many of the mechs, femmes, and younglings having been caught in the explosion.

That is, until he arrived there to find everything in shambles and gray frames scattering the ground.

"What happened here?" He asked himself, looking around with wide, green optics.

He paused when his pede touched one of the offlined frames.

Looking at the ground, he found that it was Aquastreak lying there, Aurora not too far away.

"No…"

Of all the things that could've happened, this was the one thing he hadn't wanted to happen.