#adding some story

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Yori dives deeper into the Sea of Simulation. The dark waters are pierced by dazzling beams of light from the colossal monoliths overhead. The black-suited silhouette before her is sinking faster than she anticipated, but her eyes haven't deceived her. The figure's circuitry has changed from burning orange to bright white. Yori strains and makes a desperate grab for the Program's gloved hand. Contact!

With powerful strokes, Yori kicks for the surface. As she breaks the waves and takes a deep breath, the helmet of the figure beside her fragments and withdraws into his suit, revealing the handsome features she knows so well. Tron! His breathing is laboured and he rests his head on her shoulder, clearly injured from the fall.

Yori signals to Bit to bring her Light Jet closer. Bobbing up and down, obviously excited, Bit chirrups, "Yes! Yes! Yes!", changing to its golden form with every affirmation. Yori reaches up and grabs one of the Light Jet cannons to pull herself and the Program she loves on board. Yori can’t help but smile and it feels like she hasn’t been able to do that for cycles. At long last, her search is over.

Yori carefully positions the limp form of Tron in the cockpit, feeling the weight and pressure of his muscled body on her back. These Light Jets weren't really designed for two. Tron stirs and murmurs, “Yori… you’re here?”

Yori turns to look back at him and replies in a warm and gentle tone, “I’ll always be here for you, Tron.”

Bit circles the duo several times. Yori grins at the Digit, revs the powerful engine of the Light Jet and launches her small craft into the eternal night skies.

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Yori stares in surprise as the two orange and yellow riders fall from the sky, plummeting towards the Sea of Simulation. Is it possible to hope? Has Rinzler really overcome his Repurposing?

At the last instant, Clu snatches the secondary Baton away from Rinzler and rezzes a new Light Jet. As Rinzler impacts into the digital waters with full force, Clu skims above the waves and renews his pursuit of the large, white Light Jet as it disappears into the distance.

Without hesitation, Yori accelerates her smaller Light Jet, guiding it between the floating monoliths in a rapid descent to the dark water below. She leaps from the seat of the Light Jet and yells to the small, floating companion by her side.

"Bit, take over!"

Bit responds by quickly shifting from its blue polyhedral form to a golden octahedron and chirps, "Yes." The small Digit takes control of the Light Jet as Yori dives into the waves, straining to reach Rinzler's prone form before it sinks away from sight.

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ACCESS MEMORY Yori waits in the shadows of the alley, as black-garbed Sentries patrol the streets of Tron City. More and more System Monitors are joining Clu’s cause. Some willingly, most not. The stories of Rectification are frightening. Basics having their code rewritten. Their very identities stolen.

Yori finds it hard to remain still with so many watchful eyes nearby. It’s taken her millicycles to negotiate a meeting with this contact. If she’s been set up...

“You know, you really shouldn’t be out here alone.”

Yori whirls around, identity disc in hand, a dangerous hum emanating from the glowing, white blade. A silhouette stands at the opposite end of the alley, green circuitry reflecting off the smooth surface of the alley wall. Bit emerges from around a corner and hovers beside Yori, moving in protective patterns.

“I’m not alone… and you should turn up on time. It’s rude to keep a Program waiting.”

Gibson steps forward and replies with a rueful smile, “Well, you know how it is. Programs to see. Despots to overthrow. What do you want, exactly?”

Yori powers down her disc and, with a smooth motion, places it on her back. 

“Information. Programs say you’re one of the few with the knowledge I’m searching for.”

Gibson muses and strokes his chin with one gloved hand. 

“Do they now? Which Programs are these?” Yori tilts her head to one side as she evaluates Gibson. There’s something different about this Program. Ah, ISO. She can already see this one’s going to be a handful. 

Yori detaches a small emitter from her suit. A hologram flashes above it, revealing an image of Tron. Gibson’s eyes widen for a brief moment, before he is able to restore his casual gaze. 

Yori fixes Gibson with a resolute stare, “There are rumours that Clu has killed Flynn and derezzed Tron. I want to know everything about the attack. You’re going to tell me.”

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ACCESS MEMORY

Yori feels the light rail of the bridge brush against the back of her leg. She’s been struggling to defend herself and Bit from the Virus Program, Abraxus, and two Infected females, failing to gain any advantage in the skirmish. Abraxus pushes past the Infected and stretches a clawed hand towards Yori’s throat.

The high pitch whine of a powerful engine reaches Yori’s ears. Before Yori can fully register what is happening, a black rider on a Light Cycle hurtles past her. The bike slides into a skid, air brakes primed, the figure scraping their disc into the road surface for additional traction as the bike slams into the two Infected. Yori smiles in relief as the Infected derez and dissolve into a shower of glowing cubes. Changing to its golden form, Bit exclaims, “Yes!”

With deft grace, Abraxus leaps high above the oncoming vehicle, landing farther down the street.

The rider’s helmet splits and withdraws into its suit revealing a female Program with pale skin, dark hair and piercing blue eyes.

Quorra shouts and beckons to Yori, “We have to get out of here! Get on!”

She revs and spins the bike, using the Light Ribbon behind it to create a barricade in front of Abraxus. Yori grabs the side of the bike, finding what purchase she can, as Quorra accelerates away from the Virus with Bit trailing behind them.

Abraxus shatters the bike’s trail with his damaged disc and stares at the departing Light Cycle from within the depths of his hood. These two Programs are insignificant to his plans. Soon, the entire Grid will break beneath his corrosive touch.

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ACCESS MEMORY Yori stands transfixed as the tall, cloaked figure withdraws his broken disc from the wall of the building. Shockwaves from the disc, from his very presence, ripple across the structure, corrupting the surface down to its fundamental building blocks, twisting and pulsing with a sick, yellow hue.

The figure’s clawed hands seize several Programs as they attempt to flee the area, their white circuitry distorting to yellow at his mere touch. Program limbs spasm as Abraxus’ infection consumes them. Their bodies buckle and warp to become… something else. Jet black eyes staring, the Infected Programs turn and lurch across the bridge in the direction of Yori and Bit. Yori draws her disc, adopts a defensive stance and warns the Infected, “Stay back. I don’t want to hurt you.” The Infected utter no words in reply. Instead, they run toward Yori at full speed, faces screaming in silent pain as their glitching code struggles to hold their bodies together. Yori deflects a blow from a male Infected as two females close in. Their intention is clear, they mean to derez her. The male leaps at Yori, attempting to rend her limb from limb. Left with no choice and praying to the Users that whatever is left of these Programs sees this as a release, Yori punches the blade of her disc through the torso of the Infected, spraying a rain of glittering cubes across the street.

Oblivious to the male’s demise, the female Infected lunge at Yori. She pushes Bit out of harm’s way and blocks a flurry of attacks, keeping a wary eye on the cloaked form of Abraxus stalking closer behind them. If this is her end, she’s not going down without a fight.

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ERROR. ALTERNATE DATASTREAM FORMING. ANOMALY DETECTED.

The dark figure lies still on the edge of the Sea of Simulation. Waves lap against the black suit that covers his body. Low on energy, his suit lights flicker, his muscles are exhausted from both his injuries and the arduous journey to find solid ground once more.

With some effort, he pushes himself to his feet. Seeing the User stirred something in him. Something unsettling. Feelings of justice, of rebellion, of retribution rose up unbidden. He attacked Clu. Attacked him without hesitation. Unthinkable! No wonder Clu seized his spare baton and abandoned him. The helmeted figure shakes his head. He will have to run a diagnostic. Something is very wrong. He can feel it in his code.

The impassive black helmet he wears fragments and withdraws into his suit, revealing once handsome features now lacerated with scars. He takes a deep breath. The feelings are already fading. Familiar, ordered thoughts now take their place. He runs a hand through his long hair. His flickering lights steady to burning orange.

Rinzler takes the identity disc from his back and splits it in half, creating two weapons. He ignites the blades on both discs, letting muscle memory perform martial forms while his thoughts constrict into perfect obedience. He must find favour with Clu again. Whatever it takes.