#alwaysyori

[computerwarrior]

The streets of Argon were brightly lit, as always... However, the alleyways were not. A careful step aside put her right in view of the one she'd been looking for... The Renegade... They held her Tron's lightlines, but were obviously not him.

She watched, waiting to see what the other Program would do.

Ark made it her business to be as aware of things as possible. So, she had discovered that someone had been searching for her.

But, what she wasn't aware of was that they were waiting for her here and now.

This wasn't the first time she'd been cornered, she looked around and identified multiple potential exits before turning her whole attention to the program standing before her.

This Renegade was shorter than Tron and her bulky frame revealed several details about her that Tron didn't have.

Ark wasn't familiar with this program, and she was glad that she had her helmet up and blocking her face.

She kept her stance tight, with her hand poised above her staff docked to her hip. But, she made no hostile movements.

"You've found me, program. Now what are you gonna do with me?" The helmet garbled her voice, making it unrecognizable, but unlike Tron's. She's frustrated and wary, but not yet aggressive.

[hacktuarial]

@alwaysyori liked for a starter

It's the first time he's explored beyond the quiet sector where he was first 'rezzed. He has a designation and the vague sense of what his function is meant to be, but not much else. That will come in time, he figures.

Spending his cycles in relative solitude while his User makes code adjustments here and there has all been well and good -- but Ram is bored. Bored and a little lonely. For a program still in beta he's already itching to do something. To do his job and meet people and be of use to someone, somewhere. He's getting there, and he knows it won't be long before he's sent out into the world to complete his function, but for now he wants to at least see what Encom's other programs are up to.

That's what brings him to the club. It's all bright lights and pulsing beats, a far cry from the partition he's been living behind. The programs inside are nice enough -- offering him a smile and a nod here and there. He's still a little awkward, though. Unsure. He sticks to the fringes of where other programs are dancing and laughing, wanting to be a part of it but hesitant about about just jumping in.

[fish-facts]

“Let me take care of you, for once.” {Tiptoes onto your blog. Hihi! Yori to Tron, Stubborn Muses}

Tron frowned, bringing his hands onto Yori's shoulders - though more of to make sure she was still there.

"I'll be alright, Yori." He promised, but it faltered soon after he said it. He could never really say no to her for long.

[officialcindymorgan]

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[asktron]

@alwaysyori

"Yori? Beck?" Tron called turning away from the big screen to look down the stairs.

"Yeah, it's us." Beck answered, voice weary and strained.

Tron's gaze narrowed and his eyes snapped on to Beck's form as the boy walked up the steps. "What happened?" His eyes flick from Beck to Yori.

[lifesshortpop]

{Perfection}

It’s finally…it’s finally right. 

Flynn’s big, fancy prison is a home now. And one of the decent things he did was bring human Winter Solstice celebrations to this world. 

His parents are there, laughing over a private joke with a couple glasses of energy that’s close enough to a Cabernet. Sam and Tron are over on the big porch sparring. Mercury and Quorra are cheering them on - or heckling. Sometimes hard to tell with Merc. Yori is excitedly absorbed in yet another uploaded book - Quorra had a thousand cycles of recommendations.  

The Grid is tied to Encom system now, and the idea of diplomatic relations is spreading across the Internet. The human worlds and computer world are interconnected. He’s handling things on the Inside, Sam’s handling it on the Outside with Quorra. It’s still an imperfect solution, still far too much power in the hands of a few, but better options aren’t coming to minds or processors. 

And for once, there’s no malware gangs causing trouble or Resource Hogs trying to muscle in more territory. No ICPs going gung ho and using nukes to attack a mousehole. It’s just…family. It’s his birthday (well, Christmas is only 4 days from it). And while he’s glad not to be the center of attention, he’s just happy that there isn’t any danger right now. No one is unhappy. No arguments. Everyone is together. Everyone is okay. 

The system is at peace. He’s at peace. 

[cmdrjanus-2]

{I love how much detail you put into her backstory and character! She's really interesting and unique!}

Thank you! I really appreciate the support! We should RP more!

[computerwarrior]

Tron nodded and motioned to the big screen in front of him. With a few swipes of his hand, a map pulled up of the Argon Energy plant. "I want you both going in here." He said as he pointed to the back of the building on the ground floor. "There's a ventilation system that ends there. It should be easy enough to get in to."

Then he shifted the view of the map and it showed the inside of the building on all floors in a 3D view. "I don't have a real-time map of where the guards are, but I do have their routes and schedules. You will find it on the tablet map I give you." Closing the screen, he "pulled" the information from it, copying it into his hands in tablet form. He gave this to Ark.

"Once Beck gets here I want the both of you to go... Be careful out there."

Yori watched with rapt attention to the whole thing, thinking... "Tron? I have developed a technology that does track every Program within range of a given location... At the moment it takes up a significant amount of energy to work... If I can lower it, would you like me to make a map of Argon for you?"

Tron looked wide-eyed at her. "If you gave this base that technology... We'd have a significant advantage over Tesler and his forces!"

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Ark paid close and careful attention to Tron's description of the mission. She had a more rigid way of looking at things, so she planned on attempting to follow Tron's instructions to the letter. Beck, on the other had, would be more flexible and quickly come up with alternate options.

With Tron having already planned their route out, that made things feel easier, they would know what their plan of attack was from the get-go.

Ark gave Tron a nod and took the tablet, "Understood and thank you." Both her and Beck could commit it to memory, so that they didn't have to bring the tablet.

She paused when she heard Yori's plan. It sounded amazing and helpful.

"Do you want us to wait until Yori's program tracker is complete?" They had the needed information on the tablet, but an updated version could be useful.