Ashley Cruz is an honorary member of the Autobots, group of aliens who landed on Earth some years ago. She fought for and with them whenever they needed her. Due to her incredible ability with weapons such as guns, they nicknamed her "Bluebeam".
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I traveled all night and most of the day without stopping. I was tired, but I refused to stop. I had to find Optimus; he'd know what to do next.
During that time we were crossing the border between Louisiana and Texas. I had just stopped for a drink of water and to stretch up. The sun had already rose high in the sky. The weather was, thankfully, clear, and the sky was as blue as ever. I had always wanted to live here, at least from what I could remember. I tried the device again. To my surprise, this time Optimus' signal was on. I tapped the symbol on him, and it displayed his vital signs, which were considerably slow. According to Ratch, that meant that he was injured, and/or losing a lot or some Energon. Having this in mind, I mounted on the vehicle again, zooming out at full speed.
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I arrived at a small western-like town. It was incredibly hot, too hot for my liking. I parked Ratchet in a private alleyway and headed to the nearest store since I already finished my sandwiches. Not only that, but I also wanted to know where I could stay until I found Optimus.
I was looking around minding my own business when a weird tall surfer-like guy entered the store. He had messy curly hair and pale skin. I then noticed that he had a big bump on his head.
~Geez, what did he hit to end up like that?~ I thought as I eyed him.
He didn't even notice me, asking for a few mechanical supplies at the counter.
~Mechanic, no wonder why he has that big bump, probably hit himself with a machine or something.~
He then exited the store, leaving me alone with my thoughts and whoever was behind the counter. I grabbed some granola bars along with a bag of M&Ms and chips before heading to the counter and paying for the food before leaving the store. I noticed the same guy again, talking on the local phone.
"Yes, a truck, pretty battered up..." is all I heard him say. He was probably trying to sell or something, or worse, scamming.
Not my problem though.
I entered a good-looking Motel right in front of the store. I checked up and paid with the money that I had saved for places in which I could stay. Food money was running low, though, I would have to look into that later.
After parking Ratchet in a closer hidden alley, I went to my designated room. It was small, smaller than I was used to, but it had a bed and a clean bathroom, so I was fine with it. I placed my bag full of food and clothes on the bed, while I hide the Motorbackpack in one of the drawers.
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I knew I wouldn't stay long; I would just get Optimus and get out of this oven of a place to find the rest of the Autobots.
I took out my phone and tried to contact Sam for what felt like the millionth time. As per usual, it appeared offline. I sighed, worried for the fate of my friend. Putting the phone on the nightstand beside the bed, I headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
