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Ok heads up, the following chapter is gonna miss a bunch of build up just because I can't think of a Beginning but I can think of a middle. And its basically Mumbo joining the autobots sooooooo- here- idk-
Autobots
XisumaVoid = Prime
False = Arcee
Scar = Bumblebee
Joe = Ratchet
Wels = Cliffjumper
Jessassin = Tailgate
Biffa = Ultra Magnus
Iskall = Bulkhead
Ren = Wheeljack
Grian = Smokescreen
iJevin = Jazz
Stress = Windblade
Python = Prowl
Hypno = Ironhide
Decepticons
Xeno = Megatron
Mumbo = Soundwave
Cub = Knockout
Cleo = Arachnid
Doc = Shockwave
Keralis = Starscream
Bdubs = Breakdown
Ethos = Dreadwing
Vintage = Skyquake
xBCrafted = Hardshell
TFC = Predaking
Tango = Predacon
Impulse = Predacon
Zedaph = Predacon
It's like Transformers Prime's plot, but with changes to fit the A.U.
A major change you'll notice is appearances and height. Some of the bots that the Hermits are listed as will act and look different just so it matches more with personality and my own headcanons for them.
Ex 1) Cleo isn't going to betray Xeno like Arachnid did in prime.
Ex 2) Scar is still going to have use of his voice.
Ex 3) Mumbo is going to still be the second tallest, even though in actuality, Soundwave is not that much taller than any of the other decepticons. Same goes for Doc.
Another major change you'll notice is that I am not going to use TFP's canon ending. I'm going to kind of stray away from that kind of ending and make my own. The beginning might also be different just because I want to try and come up with a somewhat original Beginning and middle plot.
Also- there will be bots that aren't in tfp in this because I need 27 main robot characters because it's A W E S O M E.
Soooo- yeah, here's this A.U I guess???
Here, have a starting off point to get us started. :)
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Grian absolutely hated this. Here he was, standing in front of one of the most pain in the ass desepticons that someone could work with and a pain to the Autobots for the entirety of this war ready to gun the con down and yet Xisuma was telling everyone to stand down and hold their fire.
Let's just say Biffa and iJevin weren't so happy about those orders, as well as some others.
"X! Do you know what you just said?!" Biffa protested.
"Why can't we end this pain in the ass here and now? He's been nothing but a nuisance!" iJevin added.
Xisuma merely held his ground and shook his head. "No. Hold your fire. He brought us all here and he's by himself."
Wels scoffed, glaring at the con. "That's what he wants us to think." He snapped.
MJ who had been standing near the small makeshift distress beacon, towered over all the other autobots, silently observing, watching and listening to them bicker. His ridiculously long finger like claws twitched ocassionally at his side. The visor was blank, showing nothing.
Xisuma finally snapped. "That's enough! Hold your fire, that's an order!" The Prime said sternly.
The complaints went quiet, though Grian could still practically hear his teammates outrage.
Xisuma then turned back to the silent con. "Alright; you got us all here now. Best say what you want to say to us before I'm unable to order them down."
MJ's body posture didn't change for a moment. Then wordlessly, he opened a compartment in his stomach, pulling out an item and holding it in his hand.
Grian felt his optics widen. "Is that the last Key we need?"
MJ's black screen visor suddenly had a circle within the middle of it and an auto played back to them. An audio clip of Xisuma's voice. "One of the desepticons has the last key we need. The cons know we're after the keys, and so they could have the key jumped around from con to con." The audio clip shut off.
False was the first to speak up. "That seems suspicious. You show up with the last item we need and practically give it to us for free. If you're trying to win our trust you'll have to try harder than that." She hissed.
Another audio clip played from MJ's visor and speakers. This time it was two different voices.
"My Lord Xeno, the troups are becoming suspicious. They are starting to question your actions. It is only a matter of time when it is revealed that the battles they fight are for practically nothing."
"Then silence any who dare to think otherwise."
"P-Pardon? My lord?"
"Silence those who dare think otherwise! If my brother is to fall I need all desepticons willing to bend to the snap of my fingers!"
The audio cut off. Silence followed for a second. The key still being held in MJ's hand.
Iskall was the first to break the silence with a mocking laugh. "So you came running to us out of fear of being killed in hopes we'll protect you? You're such a coward." Iskall said, crossing his arms over his chest in a taunting way.
A moment of tension filled the air as MJ's free hand clenched into a fist. Static filled his speakers. Then in a raspy yet clear tone, spoke. "I don't fear the inevitable."
The majority of the autobots were shocked, now having dropped their guards down.
Once again going mute, MJ tossed the final key to X, who caught it without breaking eye contact with the faceless con.
Xisuma stared at the much taller desepticon before speaking up again. "Welcome to the autobots."
That's when everyone freaked out.
Time Skip
Four months in with this mute creepy desepticon on their side now. MJ's insignia was changed to match the rest of the teams and he now showed up as an Autobot signal instead of a desepticon signal.
Still, Grian knew that practically everyone didn't trust the con. Himself included on that list.
The only bot that wasn't on that list was Xisuma Prime.
The Prime was the only bot to trust the new "addition". Xisuma spent time with MJ, conversed with him, ect. Well, it was like a one way conversation where listeners could only hear X speaking.
MJ hadn't changed much either. He was still this quiet, tall and creepy bot that the majority didn't trust.
Grian took note of all his teammates reactions towards the silent ex-con. Iskall was the one that seemingly had the most problem with him being there. Grian couldn't blame him.
The two bumped heads a lot on battle fields. And while MJ usually came out on top, there were times where Iskall almost put him down.
Grian was currently leaning against a bunch of stacked up metal containers watching Iskall and MJ "spare" with each other. Grian was there to make sure the two didn't try to kill each other.
The shorter autobot watched as MJ moved, seemingly always holding himself still before moving to dodge and strike. MJ's freakishly long arms gave him more of an advantage at practically everything he did.
Grian cringed when he watched Iskall get thrown for the 25th time during this single match.
Iskall yelled out, running back towards the ex-con.
MJ simply remained silent and still, facing his opponent.
Grian felt a smirk play on his lips as Iskall once again got thrown.
Yep, long limbs give a bot a huge advantage in a fist fight.
Fin
Osjfiwnfjdiek- this story didn't go anywhere. It only introduced the autobots and desepticons.
I also didn't really have anywhere else to go with this chapter and I just wanna get it out soooo- Yeah. I'll expand on this story a bit more, but for now, here have this story.