Pt 1: The Arrival
The team that did Tron: Legacy was thrilled. The film they had worked so hard on had gotten tons of Oscar nominations. Best picture. Best actors/actresses. Best plot. Best musical score. And on and on and on and on. The day of the awards show, everyone showed up perfectly on time, and things were going smoothly.
Limo pulls up with the Tron: Legacy cast members and film crew
Jeff, Bruce, Michael, Olivia, Garrett, and Daft Punk step out of the limo, and the cameras go crazy…
"AAAAAAUUUUUGH! Ladies and gentlemen, it's the main cast of TRON: LEGACY!" the crowd cheers. "REREZZ RAM!" "ARE DAFT PUNK DOING THE MUSIC FOR THE AWARDS TONIGHT?" "WAITASEC—WHERE'S ANIS CHEURFA? IF YOU GUYS DIDN'T INVITE HIM, I'M LEAVING!" the Tron group politely smiles and waves for the camera people. Everything is exactly how they imagined it.
until…
"um, hey, Bruce?" Jeff has an odd look on his face. "yeah?" "Do you hear that?" The others in their group listen in as well. They hear it too…"No. Freakin. Way." A sound that NONE of them should be hearing, now that they're out of the Disney sound studio. But Olivia knows the sound all too well: "lightcycle."
Sure enough, to everyone's amazement and shock, a lightcycle with blue circuitry pulls up to the edge of the Red Carpet, and the driver hopped off also pulling off his helmet…
This time, the crowd goes absolutely BONKERS. "!" "IT'S TRON! IT'S REALLY HIM!" "SIGN MY SHIRT!" "SIGN MY FOREHEAD!" "C'MON, SAY THE LINE!" this one garners lots of agreement. "YEAH, SAY IT!" "PLEEEEASE SAY IT, OR I'LL SPONTANEOUSLY DEREZZ!" Tron looks around and sighs. He's not getting anywhere unless he does what they want. So he rerezzed his helmet, pulls out his disc and says, as dramatically as possible, "… I fight. For the USERS!". Again, the crowds go wild, and the cameras flash like lightning. The film cast and crew stare open-mouthed at each other. "Is this some kind of joke?" Garrett asked. "Its gotta be; there's no way this is real." "you mean, 'it just thinks its happening'?" "haha, Jeff. Ha. Ha."
But they're interrupted as another sound makes its way down the crowded avenue. "Who the heck rides arrives in a 747 to an awards show?" Olivia yells over the noise. Then it hits them. "CLEAR THE AREA! GET THESE PEOPLE OUT OF HERE! NOW!" The order gets strange looks from the audience. But, after seeing the semi-translucent ship (was it really a ship?) deciding where to park, they all took a few (giant) steps back.
Clu and Rinzler stepped onto the Red Carpet, not really seeing what the big fuss was. "I already know I'm perfect; I don't need an award to tell me that." Rinzler agreed with a low purr. "I'm sorry, sir, you can't park there." "And just who are you?" "department of transportation. You. Can't. park. There." Clu walks over to the guy, smirking. "And I am Clu, system administrator, and leader of the Grid. I can park anywhere I want. Oh, and call me 'his Excellency.'" "I'll have to ticket you!" "I'll have to derezz you. Rinzler?" he called. But when Clu turned back around to deal with the guy, there was no sign he'd ever been there.
Clu and Rinzler caught up with Tron and the film cast and crew. "Well, it's nice to see that my movie's getting so much attention." Everyone turns and stares at Clu. "YOUR movie?" Jeff says, flabbergasted. "Yes. My movie." "Its not your movie. It's theirs." Tron spits out. "Then what are you doing here?" Tron pauses in thought for a second, then, "I'm supporting the Users." They could go on, but yet another interruption roars its way down the street.
"is the whole damn film showing up?" Bruce mutters. "It sure looks like it," Michael says as a lightrunner pulls up. Quorra, Sam, Flynn and Alan jump out. "Gee, couldn't you have redone it to actually fit the four of us, User power and all?" Alan complains. "My back hurts." "Well, I would've had time to, if you had told us three days ago that you got paged about us being invited!" "My pager was in the shop!" "SamFlynn, are they always like this?" "No, it was just a little cramped in there." But Quorra's already distracted. "Oh, look, they're taking my picture!" She waves excitedly at the gathered crowds, beaming brightly for the cameras. Clu comes over to her, and everyone braces for the fight sure to break out. But Clu only says, gloved hands twitching, "Your hair's crooked. This is one the most important moments in history, and you show up with a crooked haircut!" Sam wraps a protective arm around Quorra. "Dude, lose the freakin OCD. Really."