Tron Lives

"I'm an okay mechanic." Affiliated with Citta. Not spoiler free. Nobody||District Delta|| Indie friendly, semi-selective

[pleasestopmetron-blog]

The events of the battle effected CLU hard. His circuits were blue once more as he always wished. But with the blue and the leaving of the yellow meant a leaving of something else.

To: Beck From: CLU2.0

Yes I see this is a form of communicating but I do not understand what your inquiry is. What do you inquire I tell you? Who are you?

[argonrenegade]

      That wasn’t an expected response. His admin should be able to identify him immediately without prompting. Should know exactly what to tell him: the orders that must be given. What happened during the battle? Had he lost his disc?

To: CLU2.0 From: Beck

Please ignore the inquiry. I am Beck, your bodyguard in your new system. Where are you located?

[pleasestopmetron-blog]

Awakening A Full User

[pleasestopmetron-blog]

CLU was happy that their conversation was going so well. It was calm. It was civil. It was something he always wished could have been how his communications would always occur. Peaceful and healthy and respectable.

It was also nice to see they both had an agreement about the weird situations of their new bodies. They were going to be helping each other through every odd change they found, weren’t they? How wonderful.

But the wonders stopped when Beck asked his question. A question CLU was sure he’d never listen to.

“Beck. If I answer that I know you’re not going to listen. But the answer is simple.

“Me being that terrible admin is how I was.. designed to be. That is all. That’s all I’ll say.”

[argonrenegade]

     Beck hadn’t meant to kill the mood entirely. The civil discourse, the unexpected kindness and care from the admin was relaxing. It was what the Grid needed, if he were being honest. What really went on back home that this wasn’t allowed to happen?

     Beck frowned. He had killed the mood of the conversation twice now. His panic, which was still churning beneath the surface, and his question. He saw CLU become more closed off, less willing to speak and share his knowledge of what went on.

     “I would listen,” he promised. “I want to know.”

      The answer he did receive, as vague as it was, only raised more questions for the young program. Why would Flynn design his admin program to be be terrible? That went against all he knew of what the system was supposed to be. Was Flynn always planning on watching them all kill each other because of it? Oh Users, he was beginning to doubt the creator.

     “Did Flynn do it on purpose?” He didn’t realize he said that question aloud.

[argonrenegade]

Search: Admin||closed

[inhyecng-blog]

╰☆╮It wasn’t that Mirae was tired of moving and walking around. She just felt that it’d be good to get some rest right here. She’s seated on the grass and watches as people passed by. Where are they going? What are they going to do when they get there? What’s  that thing that she’s holding? Questions after questions were left unanswered, but for now she’s fine with that. She always did get answers to questions anyway, eventually, if not today. Mirae drapes long hair around her petite body and now she’d probably look like a cocoon. 

However, that didn’t last as someone approached her and she raises her head to look at the man. Ears twitches curiously and then her head tilts just in the same way. Admin….Who was that? What was a program? Wait….Did he think she was a robot of some sort? “What’s the admin?” She asks. She’s standing up though, she notices….He’s not doing so great. “Do you….need fixing?” 

She approaches him, a bit too quickly, but she doesn’t get too close. Maybe she can take him to the repairs like she did Genos? Maybe that will help him? Maybe the man over there would know what to do? Or….If she had things that he needed, she may even try to help him out. She’s seen her brother fix her many times when she needed it. Hm….What could she do? 

[argonrenegade]

     He sighed, clearly she didn’t know what it was he wanted her to. Beck had made a mistake in his choice, it seemed. The probability that she should have known was higher than anyone else he saw. He was disappointed that she was not a program, but she did not act like Users, either.  “The administrator of this system: CLU,” he answered. That was all the necessary information. That was all Beck would ever be willing to say in his current state.

     Beck watched her rise from her seat and ask her question. He was insulted. He didn’t need fixing, he was sure of it. These were what he’d been given. To test his capabilities against those of his former mentor. “I can handle this,” he said. “This damaged code will heal within they cycle.” He realized he didn’t know how long a cycle was in the city. But, he was sure it couldn’t be too much longer than his native system.

     To his credit, he didn’t move an inch when she approached him. He stood straight and kept his gaze on her with his one good eye. Beck wondered what she was thinking. Whatever it was, he hoped it was trying to aid his search. If not, he would need to find someone else. His admin needed him. “Will you help me find CLU?”

[argonrenegade]

Request: Instruction||closed

@hackersarebestwithtanks

     Beck spotted the program easily in the crowd. It was hard to miss the glowing gold of his circuits. He looked a bit different than usual and somewhere Beck knew the other program wasn’t exactly the same, but the designation was similar enough it didn’t matter to his programming. The one before him was CLU: his admin.

     He approached the program and stood at attention. “Admin, I’ve found you.”

[argonrenegade]

Search: Admin||closed

@inhyecng

     Red circuits glowed softly on Beck’s suit. He missed when it was so connected to his body. The awkwardness that came with a User’s body had returned cycles ago and he despised every bit of it. He didn’t mind operating with damaged code. He could not perform his functions this way. He couldn’t secure the system for CLU this way.

     He hadn’t yet found his admin since they last parted, either. He needed to find him. He needed direction on how to use this body effectively. Yes, he’d learned to deal with the occasional hunger and thirst, but he was still lost without a means to fulfilling his purpose: Secure the system; make room for perfection.

     He wasn’t sure if he could trust anyone in the new system. Most of them looked like Users or some sort of unknown entity. Beck did not want to attract attention to either party. He’d rather talk to a fellow program, if there was one.

     There was someone who looked not quite like a User and not like the unknown entities. Perhaps he could trust her. Perhaps she had seen his admin. “Excuse me, program” he said, walking up to her. His body was as still as he could make it. Unnecessary movements cost too much energy. “Do you know where the admin is?”

[argonrenegade]

Inquiry: Stomachs?||closed

[aristocratichellion-blog]

The young girl’s phase twisted in into a dumbfounded expression as he seemed to not understand what she was talking about. How could another being not realize what hunger was? The basis of what all life needed to survive. Lissa, as she usually did, didn’t let this fully process. In fact, instead, she just opened her mouth, her voice rather loud, “How in the world are you alive if you’ve never eaten before!” 

She let out a breath and looked him up and down once again. He didn’t resemble anyone she had ever seen in Ylisse…And she’d seen quite a few different types of life forms from dragons to shape shifters and so on. Shaking her head, she tugged at his arm gently, “Do you want me to…I donno, show you what food is and how to…Like, use it?” She decided she’d figure out what he even was later on.

[argonrenegade]

     He nearly took a step back. Her small outburst threw him off. His eyes widened and mouth dropped open a fraction. Yeah, this definitely seemed like something he should have known from the start based on her reaction. Why didn’t Flynn program him with this knowledge? Things would be so much simpler.

      “Um...” He looked off to the side for a micro before looking back to the small User--she had to be a User if she knew about this food stuff, right? Should he try answering the question of how he was even alive? “Energy?” The answer just tumbled out before he could even stop it. Of course, it did.

     He clamped his mouth shut when she huffed and offered to show him what food was. How to use it being thrown into the mix was probably the best thing he’d heard since arriving. “Yeah, that’d be great,” he said, a smile alighting his face.

     “What is food? How does it work?”

[argonrenegade]

@pleasestopmetron

It’d been a good amount of time since he’d been installed onto this system. Beck had a new device to commemorate the event. A screen with the ability to ping others within the city.

He scrolled through the names available to contact and stopped at the one he sought.

To: CLU2.0 From: Beck

We have the ability to communicate, now. What would you like me to do?

[argonrenegade]

||     Even with the event over, Beck’s repurposing and injuries given to him by CLU 2.0 don’t immediately go away. Human body or not, he wasn’t built to really fight his programming no matter how often he can “go beyond” it. His injuries never fully healed and will take the appearance of scars where he’d been damaged. It’s just much harder to access his disc to get him back to his normal state of mind. The scars won't leave until he dies and respawns. For now, his torso has jagged scars going from the right shoulder to his left side (hidden by his suit), there's one covering most of the left side of his face and he can no longer see out of that eye. There are also a couple scars on his neck.

So, with that in mind, until he can get himself fixed somehow, Beck’s circuits are red and orange. For programs in his system, this means he’s loyal to CLU2.0 first and foremost. His attitude will be much more aggressive than before, but less talkative. He’ll speak when it’s necessary or when he knows he can get a biting remark in. He’s a lot more willing to kill, but that’s still his last resort option. That part of his code couldn’t be overwritten.

So, like this post for a starter with a corrupted program?

[argonrenegade]

||  Apologies for lack of activity, I was caught in a move and a full-time work schedule at the same time on top of no internet. I’m fully up an running again, though!

[pleasestopmetron-blog]

Awakening A Full User

[pleasestopmetron-blog]

“I have no idea.” CLU’s answer to Beck’s very important question ‘what to look for when it comes to this new energy’  was pretty terrible. “From what I could tell it can have a lot of weird looks and appearances. I am not sure how to tell one from another and what is actually energy.”

Watching Beck suddenly speak up made CLU smile. He seemed cute when he got excited and proud of himself. No wonder Tron was so protective of him. He seemed so precious.. 

If only he’d ever trust him. He’d be a nice friend.

“Painful? It’s painful? That’s terrible.” CLU physically shivered in distaste, not wanting to dare experience it. “I’d rather not if I could help it, let it get that far. Maybe if we, naturally release it off and on through each waking cycle we won’t experience the pain?”

[argonrenegade]

     “Guess we’ll both have to figure that one out, huh?” He cracked a grin at the fact they were in the same boat on the food issue. That was going to be the toughest part of learning to handle this body. The different energy types and remembering that he had to consume them. He honestly hoped the two of them didn’t need too much of the weird energy sources CLU mentioned.

     Beck, then, nodded in agreement about the waste disposal. He had no idea Users had such a complicated existence. Please, give him back his program body. He preferred that so much more over the bodies Users had.

     “Can I ask you a question?” Beck figured permission really was needed for something as big as this. He was going to bring up something Beck didn’t get a chance to even question because of his panic--don’t think about the discs getting destroyed, Beck. ”You said I didn’t know about your design. What were you going to say about it?”

[redpxperscout]

argonrenegade said: “I’ve done this ‘step one’ more times than I can count. What’s step two?”

“You vault! Smaller obstacles are much easier than larger ones, like that one!” she pointed to one of those air condition blocks, “But I bet y’know what a safety vault is, right? It’s the one where y’have t’jump and push off of one foot. Can be turned inta a safety vault, which is like a…” Scout rolled her hands, trying to think of how to explain this properly,

“It’s sorta like you have t–okay lemme show you instead, I suck at explaining.” and motioned Beck to watch her. 

She ran towards the block and jumped, putting her right hand on the block and swinging her left leg first then her right leg followed and rolled,

“Uh…did that make sense? I wasn’t sure on how t’say it so…y’know. It’s the basic vault, but it’ll take a couple of tries t’get it right.” and she immeditaely regretted not bringing knee pads with her; Beck sure could’ve used them so he wouldn’t crush his knee caps by accident.

[argonrenegade]

     Beck raised an eyebrow at the explanation. Of course he knew what a vault was. But, he didn’t really know any of the technical terms that Putri was spilling out. Must be a user thing. Around the Grid, those movements didn’t need any fancy terms.

     He let her explain a bit before going off and doing a demonstration. Yeah, he’d definitely done those, too. Escaping the coliseum, running from the occupation, and training with Tron definitely helped him with that. “Oh, that!” He remembered doing something like that a good number of times during his career as the Renegade.

     He followed her example, running to the block, placing a hand on it to vault him over. The instinct to kick right after was almost a bit too strong for him to contain. Fighting really was getting into his code. But, he was learning and training with a User in a non-combat setting. Instead, he used the momentum to follow her roll to a stop.

      The pain on his knees was, honestly, nothing in comparison to some of his experiences on the Grid. Like nearly getting derezzed by Tesler’s hand modifications. Still, with his new body, it didn’t stop him from grunting upon his knees making contact with the rooftop.

     “So that’s called a safety vault?” He asked, looking at Putri, genuinely intrigued. He wondered what other things he did that Users had names for.

[argonrenegade]

Form Alliance||closed

[pleasestopmetron-blog]

Staring down at the program was quite a sight. He was defeated and pathetic. He was helpless even more than Tron was that day. I only cough him off guard. He could have dodged. He was barely even injured. I just got a lucky hit in that was too deep to ignore.’

It was perfect to see him like this. The program that was trying oh so hard to beat him was so easily knocked down to his knees, well, to his back.

“I don’t have to do anything, but damn do I want to.” No! I do not! Stop it! His words had a sort of snear to them as they left his mouth. 

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[argonrenegade]

     Staring up at the administrator above him, Beck wished he wasn’t this scared. He’d faced Cyrus. He should be able to handle CLU, or at least be better than how he was currently.

     There was no way for him to respond. No way to beg for CLU to reconsider. No way to try to reason with him again. It was just the pain. The cut from his disc into his body spread as the code was ripped and damaged. He could feel his back arching, making it deeper than it probably should have been. Users, he’d be derezzed.

     He screamed and trashed as much as he could in his position. His processors didn’t seem to care or notice if it made the injury worse. It was all he could do to ensure that he was still rezzed. Was his voice making sound? Okay, good.

      He couldn’t register CLU’s speech or the further taunts. Every bit of his body focused on the large gash along his chest.

[steelsparks]

Send me a ¥ if you want to know my character's thoughts on yours even if they haven't met

[argonrenegade]

I guess I dont' know my own strength.

Mystic River Starters (not accepting)

     “I guess not. I don’t think I’ve seen anything get smashed that perfectly in cycles. I’m impressed.”

      Of course, he had no idea why they were even trying to show off their own respective abilities. But, Beck wasn’t going to complain.

[goyxllow-blog]

I can’t believe this w/argonrenegade

[goyxllow-blog]

Daimon nodded as he listened to the kinds of tools that Beck needed, though the one for the hexagon…That was going to be really big and he wasn’t sure if he could find a way to get to Sector 5 before the thing hatches.

He wasn’t sure, but he can damn well fucking try goddamnit. He needed that retractor claw and if he can…yeah, he can get Mars Yellow back in working order; can do some aerial rescues if needed and…

And can save people, just like the old times.

“Alright, Beck-san. We’ll have to go to the shopping sector to find what you need. I’ll need you to come with me though as I have some idea about what toold y’need, but you’re gonna have to pick ‘em.” he told the program as he prepared to transform,

“I just hope we’re able to get to it in time…Chakuso!” he shouted as his arms fell into a familar.

“Alright, let’s go!” and he motioned Beck to follow him into Yellow Armor while directing Mars Yellow 4 to go on top of the armored truck.

[argonrenegade]

     He was glad his injuries from CLU were at least well hidden. He could deal with the pain of them and he didn’t have to worry the person he was doing the repair on. Sure, he couldn’t see out of one eye, but that wouldn’t interfere with his ability to fix things. The patch over his eye, at least, made him look like his face was whole. He tried to mirror whatever Tron’s healing chamber did for him. If Daimon looked closer around his neck, he would see the faint traces of the wounds.

      But, for now, it didn’t look like the User noticed. Good.

     “It’s just Beck,” he said again with a little more insistence. He really didn’t understand why that addition was deemed necessary onto his name. He hoped he wasn’t offending this User. But what did it matter if he did? Users were the enemy.

      Beck shook his head. His circuits had flickered to red for a micro. He’d been doing okay thus far, keeping CLU’s edits from showing. Just give me long enough time to fix this thing, he pleaded with his code. Let me help.

     “Fine,” he agreed. “Take me wherever you need. I’m sure it would be much faster if we went together. My processors will tell me which items would be best.”

     And it would be better than relying on a User’s imperfect judgment when it came to his (at the moment) primary functions. His circuits flickered red again. They stayed that way just a couple micros longer than before returning to their usual white-blue. He really needed to hurry and get this repair done.

     He raised his baton and flipped it once in his hand before opening up and rezzing his vehicle beneath him. His helmet rezzed the same moment and he stared at the User, Daimon. “Lead the way,” he said.

[argonrenegade]

Form Alliance||closed

[pleasestopmetron-blog]

Beck was such a mess. He was such a mess! Look at him beg, look at him squirm, look at him break. Even when he seemed to get a handle on himself he was just so pathetic. It was so hard to not just think he was playing with a toy or something with how fun it was doing this mess.

Oh but wait…

When Beck suddenly got some confidence and tried to actually stand up to CLU, that was the moment CLU’s code decided his fate. Oh it sure did decide. It knew exactly what it wanted to do to him.

“You think the guards and sentries are why I can keep in control? You think I need to worry about a renegade to do what I want to in the system? Didn’t I tell you? Everyone’s dead there’s no need.”

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[argonrenegade]

      Beck knew he was screwed. It was a curse rather than a blessing that he ran his mouth this time around. CLU hadn’t been caught off guard by anything he said at any point.

      He was reminded of their differences in their timelines. Beck still had most of his friends alive. CLU had no one left after the explosion happened. He had no idea what CLU would do to him, but Beck told himself he would be prepared for whatever it was.

     “Ah--!” Beck stumbled forward from the hit and fell to his knees. His hand flew to his neck. He felt the damaged code immediately. Pain ran through his circuits from his touch.

     He’d been cut.

     With his own disc.

     The pain disoriented him. Was CLU talking? Yes, he was. And Beck took that as a cue to get away as fast as he could. He tried to move, but that meant moving his neck, which meant the damage only got worse the more he tried.

      This was not the same program he first met just a couple cycles ago in the city. He had to figure out what was wrong, exactly. He had to find a way to help before he got himself too damaged to do anything, or worse: derezzed.

     But, that wasn’t what CLU wanted to do with him. Not entirely. He mentioned Beck being a black guard. He was going to be repurposed after the admin did whatever torture he planned for Beck in these next micros. “CLU--”

     Whatever he was going to say, it was knocked out of him with the foot to his back, pinning him to the ground. No matter what he tried, he couldn’t force CLU off him. No wonder he would need Tron’s help. No wonder he had no chance of winning. Why did he bother trying to fight a futile battle?

     Beck cried out again as CLU’s boot kicked him over. He wanted to curl in on himself, just a little, but he wasn’t given the chance. Instead, CLU stood over him, Beck’s own disc in hand. He wished he could move. He tried to will the fear to go from freezing his systems to allowing him to flee.

       “Why don’t I let you taste what Tron felt that day of the coup~?”

     His eyes widened. His throat felt like his vocals were cut short. Fear made his entire body malfunction, it seemed. Tron mentioned getting his scars from CLU. And if he could glean anything from that sentence, Beck could expect the same. “CLU, wait--” He tried again. Oh users he would beg. “You don’t have to--”

[argonrenegade]

Form Alliance||closed

[pleasestopmetron-blog]

“Bigger things to worry about?” CLU questioned. His tone more serious for the split second he allowed it before laughing right in Beck’s ear. “Bigger things for you maybe. I wonder how well a program will fair when it comes out without a disk to fight with. Or more importantly while glitching into a little stray.”

Holding the disc was easy, keeping it tight was even easier. And the easiest part? Removing it from the poor program’s back, but kept it behind him. The disc just floating above the back of Beck, tauntingly close.

But close isn’t good when a disc has it’s lethal setting turned on.

“Renegade, you might try to talk tough but I know Tron’s too important for you to not care about what he thinks. You looked so defeated needing him to save you from me. Of course you care.

”I wonder how it feels to know your mentor is my best fighter even as he helps you. Or did you forget he sometimes went red?”

Sure, CLU was partially lying in that last line. Tron wasn’t really a fighter for him if at all. He was on his way, sure. He had moments he did work for CLU, but did he know that? No. But did it matter? It’d mess with Beck and that’s all that he cared about.

“What are you going to do Beck? You’ve lost without a fight.”

[argonrenegade]

     Frag everything on the Grid.  CLU wasn’t listening to him. He was too busy taunting him at every turn, which was so easy for the admin. He really wished those circuits were blue and not that golden color. He wanted to get away from CLU. He wanted his disc to stay firmly planted on his back.

     And that talk about making him into a stray. By Flynn, he didn’t want to go through that again. Glitches were awful. He never fully remembered what happened during them. He just knew he lost time and all awareness and that Tron called him a friend. He swallowed and shook his head at the idea. Not again.

    Beck stiffened immedately at the feel of his disc leaving its dock and activating. From what he could tell, it wasn’t too far from his body. Frag.

     “CLU, please,” he practically begged. He knew he looked pathetic. Tron would be so disappointed in him. Just like CLU said. And Tron’s opinion really was worth everything. How was he supposed to be anything like Tron in this moment? “Return my disc. We both know I’m of no use as a stray. We’d be both better off if I still have it.”

     He had no knowledge of the fight and CLU kept talking about it. Some of it seemed like it was clearly meant to get under his pixels. “I have no problems needing help sometimes,” he said in his own defense. “I’d be grateful for Tron, if anything.” He’d only feel defeated if his plan–if he had one–didn’t come close to succeeding.

     At this point, he couldn’t ever imagine being confident enough to try to take on CLU.

      “–Or did you forget he sometimes went red?”

     Beck’s eyes widened. What did CLU know about what Tron’s been doing? “That was just for intimidation; to test my resolve,” he answered quickly. Anything CLU said about Tron made him angrier. He would never believe Tron was already under CLU’s command. They were both working hard to avoid that outcome. “He’s not your soldier.”

     A bit more defiance crept back into his system. He stood straight now more out of confidence in his mentor than fear of his own disc at his back. “If you want to derez me, fine. It’s better than making me a stray and it’s one less renegade program to worry about, right? You don’t have any of your guards or sentries to help you keep control, anyway.”

     Now, he waited for CLU to make his move.