Five-Hundred Cycles Restart

by TripC130

Sergeant Tamora Jean Calhoun is happily married. The arcade runs smoothly until a new game gets plugged in. Tron soldiers are taking over the arcade. When an investigation goes awry, Tamora finds herself under the hospitality of Clu, and as a hostage leader of her military game. Clu is planning something and Tamora will stop at nothing to find out what.

1. Five-Hundred Cycles AP

Five-Hundred Cycles. Restart.

Five-hundred Cycles AP (After Purge)

Castor set down his glass of alcohol and steepled his fingers. "It's a rare treat that you come and visit my sector, Clu. Must be something of great importance."

"You could put it like that." Clu swirled the glass umbrella in his drink and downed it in two swallows. "You've been keeping an eye on the off-world factions. I need ten more troops sent out to the off-world game factions to gather more supporters for my cause. I have matters to attend to here, so I'm relying on you, Castor, to get the job done."

"Of course sir, it's a privilege to maintain the outer factions for you."

"Good. Inform me of the generals you send and send them to me first. Is that clear?"

"Of course."

"Very well. Thanks for the drink." Clu flashed a brief smile and set his glass down on the bar. "Get it done in point nine five millicycles or I'll hire someone else to do your job Castor."

"Right away. Always a pleasure to have you here Clu."

"Of course it is." He descended the stairs into the club filled with people and turned back to look at Castor once more. With a severe look and a tap of his wrist he walked out of the club, leaving Castor standing nervously at the top of the stairs.