Tarker: Multiverse Traveler

curiousmultiversetraveler:

“Yes. Kind of. If I’m being honest I have precisely 11.9872% of a plan. Here, hold this.”

The cracking device was shoved toward the program he had just broke out, to enable him to use two hands on the terminal.

“I’m glad you can run, we’re going to have to in a minute. Now lessee, if they haven’t changed things then…”

Tarker flinched back from the terminal as it turned from orange to red, and made an error sound.

“Ah gridbugs. Uh, okay, guess I gotta do this the hard way. If anyone comes around that corner try to look official. Maybe tell them that we ran off, um, that way.” Tarker pointed. “That works sometimes. If it doesn’t hit them with the fracker.”

The hacking script soon had a panel off of the terminal and was poking, prodding and manipulating the code inside. He poked his head above the terminal for a moment.

“Hey, what’s your name anyway?”

11.9872%. Lovely.

“That’s not enough of a plan!” she hissed quickly, clumsily taking the device as he shoved it to her. Hasty plans were something she was well acquainted with, but she also liked to think that she usually had a higher percentage than that.

How on the Grid was she supposed to look official? It was beyond obvious they weren’t Occupation, and busting open a data terminal to boot. She kept a nervous eye out for any soldiers and the like, crouched beside the terminal and praying they had both calculated the guard rounds correctly.

“Talba,” she answered after a moment, looking over at the other program, “Nice to meet you. Sort of.”

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“Same. Better circumstances would have been preferred, all that. Now then, if I’m right, this should...”

Tarker pushed two lines of code together, and looked up hopefully.

The red strobing light and the siren was obviously not what he was looking for.

“AH! Frag! Frag frag frag frag frag, um..” His eyes darted around, looking for something, anything, finally setting on his makeshift bomb from earlier.

“I’m gonna need to make another bomb...” he mumbled as he grabbed the device and chucked it into the terminal, slamming the panel down on top of the opening. He glanced up at Talba.

“You might want to stand back. Like, a good several meters.”

BOOMFPH!

Tarker flew backwards with the panel, landing a fair distance away. With the terminal now a slightly smoking mess of mangled code, every cell wall in the block shimmered out of existence, every disc unlocking at the same time.

“EVERYBODY RUN!”

Tarker picked himself up off the floor, tucking the panel under his arm. “EXIT’S THAT WAY! NO HESITATION AND YOU’LL ALL GET OUT FINE! Now you, Talba, come with me,”

He started pulling her in the opposite direction from where he pointed.

“I still need some help from someone who’s done some breaking and entering. If I wanted to, say, blow a gigabyte-sized hole in this sucker, where do you think would be the best place to do it? The bunks? Ooh, the armory. Oh! Even better, the canteen. That’ll make em mad.”

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Yori stood at her window over looking the city. Tron City, it was finally living up to its name once more, becoming more free, more for the Programs and Users who made them. There were a few here right then, scouting out the Grid for ISO survivors and Programs who needed saving from repurpossing, re-building the very code of the Grid to help it become more stable. The havoc that Clu had reaped upon it was extensive. It would take some time.

Giving a small smile and a sigh, she lifted her hand at her side to materialize her staff, she would go outside and see what more she could do. Being the planner, there wasn’t much she could do outside, but she wanted to help. Travelling down to corridor, she noticed something off. She looked at the wall. No, it was there. A small crack and a section lifted out, not like it was supposed to be. So she investigated further and reached around to pull the section out further.

With a little effort the piece was free, swinging by its hinges. Huh. She thought. Maybe this was put here by my Tron… Though I doubt it. I wonder who’s been using it. And with that, she went in, not knowing what she would expect.

“LOOK OUT!”

A friendly foot pressed down a barely seen wire, said wire pulled a pin locking a small device he’d learned was called a catapult, launching a grenade toward his hidden doorway. Moving quickly, Tarker snatched the device out of the air just inches from Yori’s face. He started to breathe a sigh of relief until he realized it was still active.

“Gridbugs! Um, uh…”

His eyes flicked around this little makeshift sanctuary in a panic, finally settling on some reinforced storage box that he had borrowed. Tarker threw the explosive inside, threw the lid on it, and jumped on top. The contained explosion did manage to make the box jump, and he would have to clean the inside and possibly defragment a few dings, but everyone was safe.

“Uh, Hi. Sorry about that.” He waved awkwardly at Yori. This… this was going to be a very uncomfortable conversation.

Yori snapped up in surprise, her eyes locking on the newcomer as she stepped out from inside the hideaway. She was impressed at his feat of catching the grenade mid-air, and quickly rezzed up her staff to ward off any other trouble that might be near by. It turns out she didn’t need it, so she turned back to the Program before her.

“Thank you for the save, but, how did you get in here? This is a restricted area.” She was curious, how did he get in here.

“I, uh, coded my way in. I got bored one day, wanted a place to chill, and just sorta… found this empty space in the code and hacked it to make it kinda nice. Sorry. I know I shouldn’t have. I’ll put this archive bin back once I fix it up.”

Tarker patted the bin he was still squatting on top of. It clanked hollowly, with a sound it definitely should not have. It was going to take some work. He sat down on top of it, making himself more comfortable.

“I, uh, just wanted something to do, Yori.”

Tarker had been coded for infiltration and data retrieval. That often involved blowing things up and just breaking what he couldn’t bluff. Now though, everything was going the opposite way. More building and repairing, less blowing stuff up, running from Black Guards, getting into hair-raising scrapes that he only barely survived with all his programming intact.

“Sorry.”

Yori smiled and shook her head, a small laugh sounding from her lips. “Oh Tarker. What are we going to do with you?” Putting her staff away within her suit, she walked up to him and poked him on the nose. “I think, I may have something for you. Are you up for some information gathering and adventure?” She winked slyly at him.

Tarker was mildly curious. What was out there within those parameters right now?

"Sure. I mean, it's what I'm coded for. What in Flynn's name could there be though? Most of the Archives were recovered macrocycles ago."

curiousmultiversetraveler:

“I do a fair bit of breaking and entering myself. To be fair, it’s kinda in my programming.”

Tarker pulled the wires out of his mouth and stuck them into place on the device.

“Oh, this thing? Well it’s… are you familiar with the infiltration technique where you basically just overwhelm security with a ton of false positives so that the one actual program can get through while they’re all busy? This is kinda like that, but with code.”

He flipped a switch on the device, and it hummed to life.

“It puts a ton of pressure on that one weak line of code I told you about, until it’s-”

The glowing cell walls suddenly flickered out of existence. Tarker grinned, very pleased with himself.

“Forced to reboot to avoid catastrophic failure! Cmon! We’ve only got a few nanos before the cycle finishes and by the time I’d get another crack set up the guards will cycle back around.”

Grabbing his device, Tarker sprinted out from the cell, making for the main access terminal for the area of the prison they were in.

Talba managed to peep out a confused “Maybe?” before he continued with his explanation, then jerked her head up in surprise at the cell blinking out with a handful of shocked blinks. Quite the effective hacker, indeed.

“H-hold up!” she blurted, rushing to follow when he suddenly bolted with a squeak of her boots. She’d have to look into that hacking technique if she was able, in the future. If she made it out of this sudden prison break still rezzed.

“I’m assuming you have a plan?” Talba called as she rushed to catch up, a handful of steps behind Taker.

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"Yes. Kind of. If I'm being honest I have precisely 11.9872% of a plan. Here, hold this."

The cracking device was shoved toward the program he had just broke out, to enable him to use two hands on the terminal.

"I'm glad you can run, we're going to have to in a minute. Now lessee, if they haven't changed things then..."

Tarker flinched back from the terminal as it turned from orange to red, and made an error sound.

"Ah gridbugs. Uh, okay, guess I gotta do this the hard way. If anyone comes around that corner try to look official. Maybe tell them that we ran off, um, that way." Tarker pointed. "That works sometimes. If it doesn't hit them with the fracker."

The hacking script soon had a panel off of the terminal and was poking, prodding and manipulating the code inside. He poked his head above the terminal for a moment.

"Hey, what's your name anyway?"

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“Awesome. Here, catch.”

Tarker tossed the makeshift incendiary device to the program, then dropped down into her cell.

“Hi, I’m Tarker, and I’m gonna be the one who busts you outta here.”

He immediately began pulling other odds and ends off his belt and started to assemble a small structure on the corner of Talba’s cell.

“Sorry I had to just drop in on you, but this one particular cell has a weak line of code that I’ve used to bust out before and they caught on that if I’m in THIS cell I bust out extremely fast. So this time I’m teaching them that if they put me in a different cell I bust everyone out.”

He stuck a couple wires in his mouth to free up his hands to finish up his makeshift code-cracker.

“So, what’re you in for?” he asked, his voice slightly muffled by the wires he was holding. “I got caught stealing prisoner files. Again.”

She sputters for a moment, snatching the device out of the air despite her confusion. She can’t get a word in edgewise before he’s yammering off about busting out and weak coding, and she indignantly gawks at him with a raised eyebrow.

Talba throws a wary look over her shoulder through the cell door, scanning for guards, but the patrol hadn’t come back through yet, thankfully. With any luck, what this Tarker program had planned would work.

“Uhm- breaking and entering,” she stutters after a moment, blinking tightly in an attempt to refocus. It’s not a lie, as she’d been out to hack and acquire blueprints from an Occupation console downtown.

“What exactly is that… thing you’re building?”

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"I do a fair bit of breaking and entering myself. To be fair, it's kinda in my programming."

Tarker pulled the wires out of his mouth and stuck them into place on the device.

"Oh, this thing? Well it's... are you familiar with the infiltration technique where you basically just overwhelm security with a ton of false positives so that the one actual program can get through while they're all busy? This is kinda like that, but with code."

He flipped a switch on the device, and it hummed to life.

"It puts a ton of pressure on that one weak line of code I told you about, until it's-"

The glowing cell walls suddenly flickered out of existence. Tarker grinned, very pleased with himself.

"Forced to reboot to avoid catastrophic failure! Cmon! We've only got a few nanos before the cycle finishes and by the time I'd get another crack set up the guards will cycle back around."

Grabbing his device, Tarker sprinted out from the cell, making for the main access terminal for the area of the prison they were in.

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curiousmultiversetraveler said to architectprogramtalba:

Tarker slid back a grate and stuck his head down into a detainment cell similar to the one he had been in just a few nanos ago. He wasn’t about to just… SIT there. He was bustin out, and taking as many of these other detainees along with him. "Hey. Hey you. Are you losing energy? I need you to hold something but if it comes in contact with exposed energy it could shock you. Or explode. But most likely just give you an unpleasant shock. Exploding SHOULD come later when we’re both outta here.“

Talba jerked her head up at the sudden voice in her cell, looking up at the program in the ceiling from her seat on the floor. She blinked owlishly at him, shoulders stiff with surprise, listening intently. What in the name of…?

The captured architect sat dumbfounded for a few moments, before slowly moving to stand and cock an eyebrow at him as she took in the situation.

“… Nooo,” she tried, sounding skeptical. A little scuffed up, maybe, but not leaking badly enough to be any kind of problem.

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“Awesome. Here, catch.”

Tarker tossed the makeshift incendiary device to the program, then dropped down into her cell.

“Hi, I’m Tarker, and I’m gonna be the one who busts you outta here.”

He immediately began pulling other odds and ends off his belt and started to assemble a small structure on the corner of Talba’s cell.

“Sorry I had to just drop in on you, but this one particular cell has a weak line of code that I’ve used to bust out before and they caught on that if I’m in THIS cell I bust out extremely fast. So this time I’m teaching them that if they put me in a different cell I bust everyone out.”

He stuck a couple wires in his mouth to free up his hands to finish up his makeshift code-cracker.

“So, what’re you in for?” he asked, his voice slightly muffled by the wires he was holding. “I got caught stealing prisoner files. Again.”

Yori stood at her window over looking the city. Tron City, it was finally living up to its name once more, becoming more free, more for the Programs and Users who made them. There were a few here right then, scouting out the Grid for ISO survivors and Programs who needed saving from repurpossing, re-building the very code of the Grid to help it become more stable. The havoc that Clu had reaped upon it was extensive. It would take some time.

Giving a small smile and a sigh, she lifted her hand at her side to materialize her staff, she would go outside and see what more she could do. Being the planner, there wasn’t much she could do outside, but she wanted to help. Travelling down to corridor, she noticed something off. She looked at the wall. No, it was there. A small crack and a section lifted out, not like it was supposed to be. So she investigated further and reached around to pull the section out further.

With a little effort the piece was free, swinging by its hinges. Huh. She thought. Maybe this was put here by my Tron… Though I doubt it. I wonder who’s been using it. And with that, she went in, not knowing what she would expect.

“LOOK OUT!”

A friendly foot pressed down a barely seen wire, said wire pulled a pin locking a small device he’d learned was called a catapult, launching a grenade toward his hidden doorway. Moving quickly, Tarker snatched the device out of the air just inches from Yori’s face. He started to breathe a sigh of relief until he realized it was still active.

“Gridbugs! Um, uh…”

His eyes flicked around this little makeshift sanctuary in a panic, finally settling on some reinforced storage box that he had borrowed. Tarker threw the explosive inside, threw the lid on it, and jumped on top. The contained explosion did manage to make the box jump, and he would have to clean the inside and possibly defragment a few dings, but everyone was safe.

“Uh, Hi. Sorry about that.” He waved awkwardly at Yori. This… this was going to be a very uncomfortable conversation.

Yori snapped up in surprise, her eyes locking on the newcomer as she stepped out from inside the hideaway. She was impressed at his feat of catching the grenade mid-air, and quickly rezzed up her staff to ward off any other trouble that might be near by. It turns out she didn’t need it, so she turned back to the Program before her.

“Thank you for the save, but, how did you get in here? This is a restricted area.” She was curious, how did he get in here.

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“I, uh, coded my way in. I got bored one day, wanted a place to chill, and just sorta... found this empty space in the code and hacked it to make it kinda nice. Sorry. I know I shouldn’t have. I’ll put this archive bin back once I fix it up.”

Tarker patted the bin he was still squatting on top of. It clanked hollowly, with a sound it definitely should not have. It was going to take some work. He sat down on top of it, making himself more comfortable.

“I, uh, just wanted something to do, Yori.”

Tarker had been coded for infiltration and data retrieval. That often involved blowing things up and just breaking what he couldn’t bluff. Now though, everything was going the opposite way. More building and repairing, less blowing stuff up, running from Black Guards, getting into hair-raising scrapes that he only barely survived with all his programming intact.

“Sorry.”

Yori stood at her window over looking the city. Tron City, it was finally living up to its name once more, becoming more free, more for the Programs and Users who made them. There were a few here right then, scouting out the Grid for ISO survivors and Programs who needed saving from repurpossing, re-building the very code of the Grid to help it become more stable. The havoc that Clu had reaped upon it was extensive. It would take some time.

Giving a small smile and a sigh, she lifted her hand at her side to materialize her staff, she would go outside and see what more she could do. Being the planner, there wasn’t much she could do outside, but she wanted to help. Travelling down to corridor, she noticed something off. She looked at the wall. No, it was there. A small crack and a section lifted out, not like it was supposed to be. So she investigated further and reached around to pull the section out further.

With a little effort the piece was free, swinging by its hinges. Huh. She thought. Maybe this was put here by my Tron… Though I doubt it. I wonder who’s been using it. And with that, she went in, not knowing what she would expect.