Transformers: F.T.R.

Wrongfully imprisoned. Forgotten while my world burned. Until I was found by them. But that was so long ago and I've only been online for three years even I know throw power and victory my chains are broken. And I'll never be chained again, fear the revolution.

00: Emergence from Bliss (Prelude)

Elemental Nations:

The cold, damp walls of Hozuki Castle felt like a tomb to Naruto. Each stone was a reminder of his betrayal, and the weight of false accusations pressed down on him like a heavy shroud. Framed for attempting to assassinate the Raikage, he had been cast into this hellhole, isolated from the world he fought to protect.

Naruto sat cross-legged on the hard floor of his cell, staring at the flickering torchlight that barely illuminated the darkness. The whispers of despair echoed around him, but he refused to succumb. He was a ninja; he would find a way out.

Days turned into weeks as he endured the harsh conditions of his confinement. The guards were relentless, treating him with disdain and contempt. They mocked him for his supposed crime, their laughter ringing in his ears like a cruel reminder of his isolation.

One evening, as he paced his cell, a sudden commotion erupted outside. Shouts and the sound of clashing metal filled the air. Naruto's heart raced; could it be an uprising? A rescue? He pressed his ear against the cold stone wall, straining to hear.

But then came silence—a heavy, oppressive silence that settled over the castle. Moments later, the door to his cell swung open with a creak that echoed through the emptiness.

"Uzumaki!" a guard barked dragging him out into the hallway. "You're being transferred."

Naruto's pulse quickened. "Transferred? Where?"

But the guard merely sneered and shoved him forward. As they moved through the prison, Naruto caught glimpses of other inmates—faces twisted in despair and anger. He felt their eyes on him, some filled with envy for his notoriety as a Jinchuuriki.

They reached a large chamber filled with ominous symbols etched into the floor. In the centre stood an ancient-looking artifact—the Box of Ultimate Bliss. Its surface shimmered unnaturally under the dim light.

"What is this?" Naruto demanded, confusion mixing with dread.

"You're too dangerous to be left free," the warden replied coldly. "So, its time for your pathetic excuse of life to have some meaning."

Before Naruto could protest, he was pushed into the box. A blinding light enveloped him as he felt an overwhelming force pulling at his chakra. The Kyuubi's presence flared within him but was quickly muted as if being drawn away.

"No! You can't do this!" he shouted, panic rising in his chest.

But it was too late. The last thing he saw before darkness consumed him was the guard's satisfied smirk as he activated the sealing mechanism.

Time lost all meaning within the Box of Ultimate Bliss. Days turned into years as Naruto drifted in an endless void, cut off from everything he knew and loved. While sealed away in such a state his burden showed the blonde a thing or two but what it led to was the blonde sensing his very die. The world outside faded away—he could only sense its destruction through faint echoes of despair that reached him even in this prison.

As eons passed, Naruto's spirit dimmed but never extinguished. He held onto hope that one day he would escape this fate he did not want the last thing for his eyes to have seen was some demonic owl chicken fly out as he was taken inside.

Then came a sudden jolt—a surge of energy coursing through the box as something sending the void around the blonde tremor and shake, he felt his world die, he knew not was happening now. Hope flickered within him for the first time in ages.

"What was that?" he called out weakly as if he hadn't spoken in years, his voice echoing in the emptiness, as the void shook once more.

The void shook so violently cracks of light began appeared around the blonde before.

BOOM!

Naruto nothing but a blinding light followed by ginormous shadowy figures stepping around him.

But after his eyes adjusted Naruto glanced over toward the metal figures, some presenting more masculine while a couple feminine. 'I deal with that later.' he thought as he looked up above to the night sky only for his eyes to widen at the shattered moon that hung about in orbit above.

'What happened to the moon,' Naruto thought before his mind crashed due to the sensory overload.

Standing over the blonde these giant forms looked at another before their scanners went back to the prize inside the box.

"This one is the source of the quantum readings." Solus Prime spoke up as she looked over the small mammalian like creature.

"Really this fleshy thing is the source?"

"My scans indicate that the source is shutting down."

"Shutting down? Why?"

"From my initial scans I believe that the box was acting like a stasis pod for alien and now that they have been freed the annuls of time are catching up."

"Good job Alpha Trion." The tallest of the metallic beings said as it stepped forward.

"It was nothing Megatronus." Alpha Trion responded before turning towards their planet's leader. "What should we do Prima?"

The 1st of the Primes stood still his optics closed as he hummed in thought. The matrix of leadership inside his chest plate flared and pulsated with power before settling down.

Prima opened his eyes and took a few steps towards the dying small alien before them. "By the will of Primus." He whispered as he opened his chest plate, and the matrix began to glow before firing a small concentrate beam of energon straight into the blonde.

At first nothing happened but then the blonde's body began to twist and lurch as energon began to pulsate from the blondes very being.

"Quantum activity spiking." Alpha Trion shouted.

A burst of power emanated from their form before nothing.

The blonde's body had stopped breathing, stopped moving, stopped thinking.

For the first time ever Naruto felt pure stillness.

"Quantum waves silent, milord."

Prima chuckled out loud. "I believe you spoke too soon." As he stood up and moved off to the side revealing an orange spark with specks of crimson floating before them all just hovering over the blonde's body.

"Someone fetch me the container unit, to secure the spark for interstellar travel." Prima ordered.

"We finished already?" Megatronus queried.

"This is the 11th star system we've investigated it's about time we return home." Prima said as he scanned the horizon. "And besides I feel Primus call for us to return."


Five millennia had passed since the age of the Thirteen. The defeat of the Quintessions and the ascension of the Primes were now legends, faded into the distant memory of Cybertron. In the present era, the Decepticon-Autobot civil war raged. After overthrowing Sentinel, the False Prime, Megatron and his Highguard had been cast out of Iacon.

In exile, they forged a new faction, vowing never to bow to any "false idol" again. Thus, the Decepticons were born, hardened by survival and united under one belief: that might made right. They carved out city-states across Cybertron, conquering and expanding. Their capital, Kaon, was both a fortress and a symbol of defiance, with its heart the infamous Coliseum. Originally a humble training pit, it had grown into a monumental arena, a crucible for testing strength and loyalty under Megatron's rule.

Outside the Coliseum, a cloaked figure stood motionless, his optics an intense sea-green as he gazed at the towering structure. His circuits hummed with the vibrations of the crowd's roar echoing through the night air.

'And I'm not even inside yet,' he thought, his steps resonating with the grinding of gears and shifting metal as he moved toward the arena's arches.

Inside, a raucous sea of Decepticons crowded the stands, a mixture of frenzy and bloodlust electrifying the atmosphere. A scratchy voice echoed from speakers around the arena.

"Decepticons! Are you ready for tonight's open challenge?"

The cloaked figure rolled his optics. 'That announcer needs a voice box repair,' he mused, weaving through the maintenance bots. The audience members were half-standing, eyes glinting with hunger for the next fight. The excitement peaked as a massive shadow descended upon the arena, sending up a cloud of dust and causing some Decepticons to flinch.

As the dust cleared, the announcer's voice filled the space again. "Fighter number one, Overlord!"

Overlord's massive form towered in the pit, his imposing figure like a fortress given life. From his seat, Starscream sneered at the hopeful challengers, "Who dares take the second slot? Who's brave—or foolish—enough to face Overlord?" He smirked, already dismissing the challengers, but a glance from Megatron stopped him.

Following his leader's gaze, Starscream saw a cloaked bot striding into the arena. 'Who does this raggedy bot think he is?' Starscream thought, scoffing. "You there, newcomer! Reveal yourself!"

The cloaked figure looked up his face still obscured. "Me? I'm nobody."

Starscream smirked. "Well, Mister Nobody, I don't know what kind of death wish you've got but make it interesting!" With that, he flew back to the ridge, joining Megatron and the other Decepticon lieutenants.

Overlord growled, and his shoulders shifted, unleashing a barrage of missiles. The cloaked figure didn't move, his gaze fixed unflinchingly on Megatron.

The crowd gasped as the missiles closed in.

BOOM!

A towering pillar of fire erupted, illuminating the dark sky.

"Ha! Nothing left…" Starscream snickered, eyeing the burned remnants of the cloak. "Bot must be a few circuits short of a decent processor."

But then a tap on his shoulder drew his attention. Soundwave pointed upward. "If you weren't so busy running your mouth, Starscream, you'd see it."

Following his gaze, Starscream's optics widened. High above, a sleek, black and orange bot hovered, silhouetted against the night sky. His armour gleamed with a glossy finish, the orange accents glowing as if imbued with inner fire.

"By the way, the name's Reverb," the bot declared, voice carrying across the arena. "Now, time to hit the afterburn!"

In a split-second transformation, Reverb became a jet, rocketing toward Overlord at dizzying speed.

Overlord fired another barrage of missiles, but Reverb was ready. Twin double-barrelled blasters emerged from under his wings, unleashing a rain of orange energy blasts. Reverb twisted through the missile storm, effortlessly dodging and weaving,

Flying with such skill at such speeds made most airborne Decepticons envious including Starscream.

The observers all watched as the young sounding Reverb flew high into the clouds with missiles following him.

For a few seconds nothing happened until brilliant flashed of orange illuminating shadows of Reverb barrel rolling back on himself blasting the missiles head on.

The subsequent explosions cleared the overcast polluted skies leaving no more cover Reverb went on the offensive once more diving straight toward Overlord at a speed few could follow.

"He only hit a few key missiles and let their detonations handle the rest." Shockwave commented as even he looked away from his research to pay attention to the fight.

Overlord switched to his arm cannons rapidly firing large energy bolts toward the orange blur rocketing toward him.

Reverb flew in-between those shots with relative ease before diving low suddenly. 'Target acquired,' Reverb thought before shifting abruptly, he transformed mid-air, using the momentum from his flight and gravity.

"Hey Overpunk, don't you know speed is power!" Reverb shouted just as he dropkicked Overlord's right knee. The colossus stumbled, dropping to one knee as Reverb skidded to a halt, barely dodging a massive backhand swing.

"I'm taking that arm," Reverb sneered, already transforming back into jet mode. He soared above Overlord's head as missiles once again launched from the Decepticon's shoulders. Reverb twisted sharply, evading the rockets with ease.

But Overlord was relentless, suddenly surging forward, fist cocked back. "You're fast for a little con," Reverb remarked, tone amused, "but still too slow for me."

Reverb tilted into a barrel roll, flying along Overlord's extended arm. The nose of his jet split into a pair of bladed pincers. "That arm is mine!" he shouted as the pincers clamped down on Overlord's shoulder, slicing through his armour as if it were foil.

With a mighty clang, Overlord's arm crashed to the ground. The Decepticon roared in pain and fury, turning his blazing optics on Reverb.

Reverb flew off before twisting and turning aiming to spear right through Overlord.

"Just die already!" Overlord roared as he swung his remaining arm aiming to punch the shorter bot into oblivion.

Reverb saw it coming and transformed into his robot form as he began skidding along Overlords arm before he smashed a roundhouse kick into the side of his face.

While the giant cybertronian stumbling to the right Reverb's eyes widened as he spotted movement in the corner of his eyes.

"This time, I'm ready!" Overlord snarled as his remaining shoulder rockets launched a point-blank salvo.

BOOM!

The arena fell silent, stunned by the explosion. But as the smoke cleared, there hovered Reverb, an orange and black shield extending from his right forearm, protecting him from the blast.

In a blur, Reverb closed the distance, his shield bashing Overlord square in the optics, sending him tumbling backward.

The ground rumbled from the impact Reverb landed on Overlord's chest his double-barrelled blaster aimed straight at his opponent's remaining eye.

The arena fell silent as Reverb's icy demand echoed through the Coliseum. "Yield," he commanded, his voice carrying a weight that belied his smaller stature.

Overlord's optics flared with rage, his massive frame trembling with fury and wounded pride. "I'm not done yet!" he roared, his voice reverberating off the arena walls. With a thunderous growl, he swung his remaining left arm in a devastating arc, aiming to crush the nimble jetbot against his metallic torso like an insect.

Reverb stood his ground, his sea-green optics calm and calculating. With fluid precision, he raised his shield arm, its point facing upward to meet the encroaching giant fist. Suddenly, the shield began to shift and transform, orange components separating to reveal a menacing pincer-type weapon.

The crowd gasped as the pincers lunged upward, faster than Overlord could react. They clamped around the massive fist, piercing directly into the wrist joint. Sparks flew and circuits sizzled as the pincers fried the motor controls, halting the arm's movement mere inches above Reverb's helm.

Overlord's optics widened in shock and disbelief. 'What the hell? I can't move my arm!' he thought, panic creeping into his processor for the first time in eons.

A wicked grin spread across Reverb's faceplate. "Hey, want to see something else that's pretty cool?" he taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. From the black section of the shield, nestled between the pincers, a short sword emerged. The blade hummed to life, vibrating at an impossible frequency that sent chills through the spectators.

In a blur of motion, the high-frequency blade embedded itself into Overlord's fist. The crowd winced at the screech of metal as the blade effortlessly severed several of the giant's digits. With a sickening crunch, the pincers released their grip, retracting to allow Reverb to cleave Overlord's hand clean in two.

Energon sprayed from the wound as the severed appendage crashed to the arena floor. The once-invincible Overlord cried out as his arm fell uselessly into the ground due to the motor controls being fried, his face a mask of pain and disbelief.

Reverb's optics glowed with an almost predatory light as he advanced on his wounded prey. "One arm, no hands," he mused, his voice carrying clearly through the stunned silence of the arena. "Whatever should I take next?" Reverb paused as he retrained his blaster on the left, undamaged optic

The air crackled with tension as the energy coils of Reverb's blaster began to charge, an ominous orange glow forming within the barrel. Overlord's optics, once filled with rage, now focused on the building energy with a mixture of fear and resignation.

From his vantage point, Megatron leaned forward, his interest piqued by this display of ruthless efficiency. Starscream's wings twitched nervously, while Soundwave silently recorded every detail of the fight.

The crowd held its breath, waiting to see what the once-undefeatable Overlord's next move going to be.

Overlord growled, humiliated but defeated. "I… yield."

The shield and sword retracted shrinking to fit back inside his forearm once again.

'Considering I've only been awake three years not bad if I do say so myself.' Reverb thought to himself. 'From a shinobi to something else.'

High above, Megatron observed, a slow, calculating smile spreading across his face. "I spy a potential new lieutenant," he murmured recognizing Reverb's unique strength. "Soundwave, prepare a data stream to my chambers computer."

"Yes Megatron," Soundwave responded at monotone as usual.

"The brat is not bad, not bad at all." Megatron whispered as he got a familiar feeling of deja-vu. 'Optimus has his Scout now looks like I have mine.' The leader of the Decepticons thought as nothing but malice flickered through his spark.

Reverb leapt from Overlord's chest, turning his cold gaze to Megatron, whose applause triggered a thunderous cheer from the crowd. The name "Reverb" echoed through the Coliseum as the Decepticons hailed their new rising star.

In the middle of the arena Reverb looked up at the roar of the crowd. 'In my old life I would've killed for this attention.'


The soft hum of advanced machinery filled the air in Iacon's central intelligence hub. Situated on the far side of the Sea of Rust, the gleaming spires of the Autobot capital stood in stark contrast to the desolate landscape beyond. As the twin moons of Cybertron cast an eerie glow through the reinforced windows, two Autobots worked diligently into the night cycle.

Mainframe, his optics fixed on a bank of holographic screens, suddenly straightened up. "Erm, Perceptor..." he called out, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and concern.

The door to the adjacent lab slid open with a soft hiss, revealing Perceptor. The Autobot scientist's red and teal frame gleamed under the low light as he entered the control room. "Yes, Mainframe? What is it?" he inquired, his voice calm but curious.

Mainframe nodded towards the main screen, his fingers dancing across the control panel. "I'm currently analysing the live stream of this new bot in Kaon, this was streamed to all Decepticon territories earlier today. You're going to want to see this."

Perceptor moved closer, his optics widening as he watched the footage. An orange and black Transformer was moving at incredible speeds, effortlessly outmanoeuvring Overlord - one of Megatron's most feared warriors. The newcomer's movements were fluid, almost organic, as he dismantled the Decepticon commander with terrifying efficiency.

"By the AllSpark," Perceptor muttered his scientific mind already racing to analyse the bot's capabilities. "The speed, the precision... I've never seen anything quite like it in quite a while."

Mainframe nodded grimly. "The energy readings are off the charts. Whatever this bot is, he's not your average Cybertronian."

Perceptor's optics narrowed as he watched the orange bot deliver the final blow to Overlord. "We need to inform Optimus immediately. Megatron may have a new member, and if this footage is any indication, he could tip the balance of power significantly."

"Downloading a copy now," Mainframe confirmed, his fingers flying over the controls. "I'm still analysing what we have, but I'll prepare a full report for Prime."

"Excellent work, Mainframe," Perceptor said, placing a hand on his colleague's shoulder. "I have a meeting scheduled with Optimus later. I'll ensure this information reaches him directly."

As Perceptor turned to leave, he paused at the door. "Keep monitoring Kaon. If this new Decepticon makes any more appearances, I want to know about it immediately."

Mainframe nodded, his focus already back on the screens. "You got it, Perceptor. I'll keep our audio receptors to the ground."

As the door closed behind him, Perceptor's processor whirred with possibilities and concerns. This new development could change the course of the war, and the Autobots needed to be prepared. With determined steps, he headed towards his lab to prepare for his meeting with Optimus Prime, the weight of this new threat heavy on his spark.


The acrid smell of scorched metal and ozone lingered in the air as Reverb stood in Megatron's imposing throne room. The chamber's dark, angular architecture loomed around them, illuminated by the eerie purple glow of energon conduits. Reverb was surrounded by Megatron's inner circle - the calculating Shockwave, the ever-loyal Soundwave, the scheming Starscream, and the vain Knockout.

Megatron's crimson optics fixed on Reverb, a mixture of approval and wariness in his gaze. "Most impressive, young one," the Decepticon leader's gravelly voice resonated through the chamber. "Not many can handle one such as Overlord, especially one as... inexperienced as yourself."

Reverb's circuits thrummed with pride, but he kept his external demeanour cool. "What can I say? I'm very good at what I do. I've been fighting all my life." The words 'lives' almost slipped out, but Reverb caught himself. 'Best keep that one to myself eh,' he thought.

Megatron's face plates shifted into a stern expression. "Just know this, every powerhouse in our ranks will be looking to take your head now that you've displayed such skill and power. Defeating Overlord is no small feat."

Without hesitation, Reverb replied, "Let them come."

A smirk played across Megatron's scarred visage. "Confident, are we?" The Decepticon leader turned, his massive form casting long shadows as he strode towards a darkened corridor. "Follow me. It's time you received your mark."

As Reverb moved to follow, he could feel the burning gazes of Megatron's lieutenants on his back. Starscream's optics narrowed with an envious gleam, while Shockwave regarded him with cold, analytical interest. Soundwave remained as inscrutable as ever, his visor betraying nothing.

The young warrior's spark pulsed with anticipation. He was about to receive the Decepticon insignia - a symbol that would mark him as one of them, for better or worse. As he disappeared into the shadows behind Megatron, Reverb couldn't help but wonder what challenges this new chapter would bring.

'Never again will believe in others, only my own strength.'

END

A.N

We back with another weird one but after watching Transformer One recently my love for the franchise was fully healed and I figured why not.

Also updated I accidently uploaded the unfinished one so her it is in full

extended fight scene and less glaring mistakes one hopes.

Also if Naruto was found during the time of the Primes why was he only activated 3 years ago.

Now Naruto- is Reverb if that wasn't clear.

his frame is Gundam Arios with the HF SWORD Pincer/shield comes out of his arm like Megatron's fusion cannon

same equipment just minus the beam sabres not sure i want to use them.

thoughts on the action?

Any ways I know this is short but also its a prelude

Let me know if you want more

Fear the Revolution

Also just to clarify he has his memories, but after being isolated for so long in the box his mind is fucked humans are never supposed to be alone for that length of time.

Stay Chilling Y'all