Clarke frowned, the units not making sense, but after a brief query to the Grid to determine direction, turned southeast, and marched the short distance to the water's edge, carefully keeping measure of her distance from Rinzler.
She paused at the edge of the of the sea, staring into it's dark, murky depths. She'd always avoided the Sea. The isos had once come from it. Who knew what horrors now lurked in it's murky depths, corrupted over a thousand cycles by the poison?
She didn't like the sea, but Tron needed his discs. She was going to need the rest of her emergency energy rations when she got back out to fight off the Sea's poison, and they would both need a de-contamination cycle once they got off the island, but that was a concern for later. Slowly, she waded into the water, contamination alerts going off in her system. Just as the water got the chest height, there was a sharp, sudden drop.
Clarke had no idea how much further down it went, but with great reluctance, she dived down into the sea.
Supposedly, Tron's discs were nearby. She just needed to...
Suddenly an underwater current caught Clarke, and pulled toward the cliff.
Just before she crashed into it, though she passed through a crack barely large enough for a program to fit in hidden in the shadows. And then the current spat her out onto solid ground, in a dimly lit cavern.
It was the sort of place, Clarke thought idly, that the older generation of Couriers would have hidden a cache-- a small, hidden outpost supplied with extra vehicle batons and energy in the event that one of them got stranded. Those places could only be accessed with a courier's disc, and Clarke wasn't sure if she counted, anymore.
She wondered if anyone was able to access them, any more.
Clarke shook her head. Rinzler's discs. She needed to find them. Though perhaps if she'd gotten sucked into this cavern, maybe they had, too?
Slowly she looked around the dimly lit cavern. There were tunnels that went deeper into the base of the island. She itched to go explore, but...
There was a faint light, coming from near the water's edge. When she stepped nearer to investigate, she found two discs, dimly pulsing red blue white orange, lodged into a crack.
Clarke pulled them out with a gentle tug, and looped her arm through them, then swam for the surface.
she pinged Tron as she approached, in a way of warning Rinzler of her presence.
She gently slipped the discs under his hands so that he could hold them, and stepped back. The sea would have corrupted them, though not as bad as Rinzler's core programming. A simple, quick defrag process would fix the issue.
Request: permission to defrag?
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