On Cybertron it wasn't long until Primus did deliver Naruto wish, he was granted a new life a new name his name is Orion Pax, who's the student of Alpha Trion we'll find our young hero in the Hall of Records. The Hall of Records in Iacon was closed to the public. In the archive stacks, at a workstation where he had been installed following the tradition and practice of his caste, sat a monitor named Orion Pax who once was Naruto Uzumaki – Namikaze and sitting next to him was a little turbo Fox with three tails more than a normal turbo Fox. He was tapped into the Communications Grid that invisibly spanned all of Cybertron, monitoring and recording every communication that passed through the Grid. Those that met certain criteria, he listened to, annotated, categorized, and saved in a different sector of the DataNet.

Like much of the rest of the great city of Iacon, the Hall was constructed of a golden-hued alloy that lent itself to the curving architectural style that predominated elsewhere in the city. The architects of Iacon had favored towering, monumental buildings topped by conical structures that looked as if they might take off. The entire city was a monument to aspirations… only there were no aspirations among Cybertronians anymore. They were born into a caste, a place that they would maintain for their entire lives. The civilization of Cybertron existed in a perfect stasis. It had been that way for millennia. Iacon was in some ways a memorial of a Cybertronian culture that had not existed in the memory banks of any existing Cybertronian.

Inside the Hall of Records, another kind of stasis existed. The history of Cybertron, from the mythical ages of battles among the Thirteen Primes across the billions of cycles, to the latest transmissions on the latest bands Orion Pax was charged with monitoring—all of it was here. All of it was categorized, cataloged, stored, indexed, and cross-indexed. After that, save for when the High Council or another authority got interested in a threat to civic order, the ever-growing collections in the Hall of Records were ignored.

At once point Orion Pax understood from reading the older records—Cybertronian civilization had maintained links with other planets that surrounded other stars. At once point Orion Pax understood from reading the older records—Cybertronian civilization had maintained links with other planets that surrounded other stars. At one point Ryan felt something similar to be in a knot in a different world but he shook it off as he watches the Via a network of Space Bridges constructed with technology long abandoned, populations of Cybertronians on far-flung planets had stayed in contact with Cybertron. Gigantion, Velocitron, even the Hub, all were once part of a greater Cybertronian culture. Now the Space Bridges were all long since collapsed and degraded. The last of them, which hung in the skies between the two moons and the Asteroid Belt, had not been used since a long, long time ago. Even Orion Pax, who could ordinarily dig anything out of the records of Teletraan-1 and the DataNet, was not sure exactly how long it had been.

Now a Cybertronian like Orion Pax would not go to the stars. He would not fight nobly for the great ideals of the Primes. A Cybertronian like Orion Pax would monitor, assess, and catalog transmissions on the Grid because that is what Cybertronians of his caste did. Other castes built and engineered, governed, made laws… or fought in the gladiatorial pits. But deep down Orion was having a feeling to be out there to fight nobly for the great ideals and make a name for himself, but couldn't yet anyway he needed to be patient for the right moment to strike.

From all this Orion did find something, oddly enough, came some of the more interesting transmissions Orion Pax had heard lately. He was not a great follower of the arena, but even he knew of the most recent champion Megatronus. Quite a bold action, to assume that name—it was not just any bot who could carry the weight of one of the Thirteen Primes, whose deeds still echoed across the megacycles of history. This Megatronus had not lost a match since the early days of his career in the arena. The gladiators began with no names, and most of them ended that way as well; Megatronus had claimed not just a name, but a name that could not help but capture the attention of even those castes who pretended to pay no attention to such degraded entertainments as gladiatorial combat.

meanwhile at Konohagakure

Uzumaki/Namikaze Compound

Dream

Kushina is far from the woman she used to be. The loving woman that Konoha knew is now just a brick wall. It all started that day, the day she lost her baby boy on that night how she lost her to the kidnappers waking up Kushina could only frown as she had an uneasy feeling coming from the pits of her stomach. It was as if she just lost something or someone important and it saddened her for some reason. Looking around the room Kusnina noticed how she wasn't in her son's room but is a dark room with steel doors with chains around them and what seem to be blood over on the top memories this terrified Kushina because she didn't know what's going on. That's when she heard faint crying down the hall, she had a sinking feeling as she remembered that she realized she had neglected her own son for years was too painful for Kushina but she still needed to find out where this the sound of crying coming from as she continued walking down the dark halls having a Feeling a sense of foreboding Kushina ran down the Halls.

only to stop midway down the of the dark hallway as she gasped in shock when she saw Naruto with his back facing her sobbing into his arm.

"S-Son?" she gasped out hoping that what she was seeing wasn't just some sort of illusion. The young child stopped his crying and slowly turned to face his mother. Kushina took a few steps towards her supposedly kidnapped son and was about to hug him until she saw Naruto's full form.

Kushina's eyes widened in horror. Naruto seemed to have gone through a shredder. The 4-year-old body was a bruised mess. It was as if someone continued to beat him while not trying to even heal his injuries. That wasn't it. His body was covered with scratches and whip marks that seemed to bleed liters of blood each. What was the worst in Kushina's opinion was how half Naruto face mutilated and unrecognizable to make it even worse what was left of his right eye was yanked it out of the socket. Blood fell freely from the wound which almost made Kushina throw up by just looking at it. But that wasn't the worst part of it.

The worst part was Naruto was smiling at her! He was smiling as if those injuries were supposed to be there.

"Why?" was all the injured child said which caused Kushina to jump I fright.

"W-W-Why w-what?" stuttered Kushina who had tears at the edges of her eyes.

"Why didn't you protect me Why did you stop loving me?" Naruto asked his happiness disappearing and his voice trembling.

Tears freely fell down Kushina's face as she stared down her injured son's body while trying it think of how to answer him. True she should be worried about his health but something told her that she wouldn't get anywhere by worrying about it.

"I-I-I-..." Naruto didn't let her finish as he asked more questions.

"Where were you when I was Taken!"

"I-I w-w-..."

"Why didn't you train me like you trained Naruko and Narumi?" At this point Naruto was crying tears from his only eye.

"W-We...K-Kyuubi...T-Train..." she tried to reason with him but couldn't stop herself from feeling she was trying out make excuses.

"Why didn't you treat me like a son?" That question did it for Kushina. She collapsed on her knees and sobbed into her hands.

"I don't know! I don't know why i didn't treat you like a son! I'm a horrible mother so p-please l-let me h-help y-you. L-Let b-be y-your mother one l-last t-time" sobbed Kushina reaching her hand out to Naruto's own. To her horror she only grabbed nothing Naruto's small body started to disappear into the light "It's too late now. You had your chance and you lost it. Goodbye...mom. I wished you tried at least" after finishing what he wanted to say Naruto turned around and started to walk away that's when Kushina notices Naruto's small body started to disappear into the light "It's too late now. You had your chance and you lost it. Goodbye...mom. I wished you tried at least" after finishing what he wanted to say Naruto turned around and started to walk away Naruto's small body started to disappear into the light "It's too late now. You had your chance and you lost it. Goodbye...mom. I wished you tried at least" after finishing what he wanted to say Naruto turned around and started to walk away that's when Kushina notices Naruto's appearance started to change from a little boy to a full-grown man as he disappeared into the wind. Kushina just looked at the where Naruto once stood with wide eyes.

It didn't take long for Kushina to collapse into a sobbing mess.

"NARUTO IM SORRY! PLEASE COME BACK. COME BACK MY BABY BOY!" screamed Kushina out to the heavens asking why they would take her boy away.

End of dream

After that dream Kushina Uzumaki has seen better days, she's been in a depressed state, never leaving Naruto's old room, her since silky red hair has dulled, her eyes once filled life were now lifeless. She still ate and bathed but other than that never did anything else. But she has a feeling that her son's out there alive she just needed to find a way to bring him home but how that's when a knock at the front door and no one else was home with Naruko and Narumi at the academy and Minato back on active duty. So she got up and walked down stairs, when she opened the door she saw her friend Mikoto staring at her.

"Hello Kushina, may I come in," asked Mikoto, as Kushina moved so she could get in. They both walked over to the couch they both sat down, with Mikoto sitting across from Kushina who was staring at the floor.

"Kushina I know it's hard for you Kushina but you have to stop moping around like this it's not going to help you or help fine Naruto." Hearing dose worlds leave Mikoto mouth she felt like someone stabbed her and twisted the knife.

"You had the power to be a good mother to Naruto but didn't, now instead of taking responsibility you're sitting up in his room not doing anything." After saying that Mikoto then slapped Kushina when she started crying.

"No, you don't get to cry anymore, Kushina, I have never seen Naruto cry not once but here you are, so you're going to stop with the pity party, because if this keeps up our friendship will be over. " Mikoto, having said her piece, got up and left leaving Kushina alone with her thoughts she had a lot to think about. That's when she remembered some of her old cleanse grows that she hasn't even touched it probably they could help her find her son, she got up her eyes full of determination to find him no matter what she ran to the family Library to the archive section and began her research.

back on Cybertron

The sight of two—or more—Cybertronians tearing each other apart was something that few would admit enjoying. Yet the pits in the lower levels of Kaon were one of Cybertron's most popular tourist destinations, and the Grid was alive with broadcasts and rebroadcasts of the various tournaments that were constantly going on. The only industry in Kaon that could rival gladiatorial entertainment was recovery and reconstruction. The mechasurgical engineers of that city—and its gladiatorial rival, Slaughter City—were without peer. Arena combat was illegal across Cybertron, but the High Council in its wisdom understood that a population confined by caste needed certain outlets. So the pits in Kaon, which had begun long ago as a diversion for the workers in the great foundries there, were now entrenched, even if technically outside the law of Cybertron. In Slaughter City it was much the same.

So it was odd that from Kaon and Slaughter City, Orion Pax should be hearing and seeing arguments he could only call philosophical. And they were coming from the greatest of the illicit champions of Kaon's pits: this Megatronus.

The transmissions were fragmentary and distorted, originating as they did from deep inside the metallic bowels of Kaon. Between those lower levels and the Grid receptors, they picked up enormous interference from the industrial processes that drove Kaon… and, Orion Pax knew, the civilization of Cybertron. Nothing could be created without the raw materials first being refined. That happened in Kaon and the Badlands that stretched between it and the Hydrax Plateau. As long as those Badlands fueled the needs of Cybertron, the High Council would keep turning a blind optic to the gladiator pits.

Orion Pax sigh and wondered how long that would continue. He listened to the most recent of Megatronus's transmissions, fingers hovering over the interface that would determine where he cataloged it.