Legal Disclaimer: Tron, the movie and all related IP and characters are copyright Disney. I make no money at all from this fanfiction story. Ro, Rayna, and other original characters are copyright me!
Author's Note: GREETINGS, PROGRAMS!!
So I had some creative juices flowing and decided to make a fanfic based on my original Tron program characters! :D The events take place alongside the latter half of the movie (I kinda tossed in nods to events in the movie).
If you wanna check out a little more background to some of the characters, check out my DeviantArt page! )
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This fic is rated T for later chapters yet to be written, haha.
Enjoy, programs. :)
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Chapter 1:
Ro stood before his opponent in the disc game. He had battling his opponent for a while now, his legs feeling a bit fatigued as he stood on his circular platform of concentric circles. It seemed as if the game would never end. Nevertheless, he could not fail. He did not know how to fail. Ro was one of the best warriors under Sark's command, however, he did not enjoy partaking in games which involved the de-rezzing of programs. It was something he did not fully understand, but stood by.
He stood confidently before his opponent, the 3 fins on his helmet glowing bright red with anticipation. He saw the disc hurdling towards him. Suddenly, with a deflection from his disc, Ro threw his bright red weapon at the opponent. The disc grazed the program's side, and he fell to the floor, injured. He heard the program's cries of pain as he saw his body flickering shades of blue. Ro wanted to end the match right at that moment, but took constraint. He didn't want to harm him anymore. Ro took his disc, and returned it to his back. A voice suddenly echoed throughout the arena.
"FINISH THE GAME, RO!!", Sark's voice yelled.
"NO!! HE DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE KILLED!!", Ro yelled back, his red circuitry flaring.
"DON'T MAKE MY ANGER ROUTINES OVERFLOW AGAIN, FINISH THE GAME AND THAT'S AN ORDER!", Sark demanded.
Ro stared towards the control deck, took his disk, and set it down beside him in a defiant order.
"...So be it," Sark said.
Suddenly, 2 of the MCP's warrior programs ran towards the grid, and simultaneously threw their red discs at the helpless blue player. Both discs pierced right through the injured program's body, causing him to de-rezz in a flash of light. Ro bowed his head in humiliation, and soon enough, he was transported out of the game grid.
Ro looked around and realized he was taken to Sark's quarters. He looked up ahead and saw the commander program walking right towards him.
"Ro, by all means, you are one of the best programs playing in this grid", Sark said. "But that does NOT mean you can modify the games to your choosing. I'd de-rezz you in a nanocycle if I had the chance but the MCP will not allow it. Consider yourself lucky." Sark gave Ro an angry, cold stare. "You are deprived of your warrior status and henceforth will be a training conscript."
Ro walked back to his quarters in a slightly shameful manner. He knew that he was defying Sark, but he couldn't help it. He would much rather be a training program than have to deal with killing innocent programs for fun.
The next cycle, Ro reported to Sark before heading to his first training duties.
"Sir, how long will I perform training procedures?", Ro said.
"Honestly, I don't care.", Sark commented. The tone of his voice reflected his mood. "The room is yours, take all the time in the system. Just don't get involved into anything I'm doing, I'm very occupied.", he added.
Ro obviously knew that Sark didn't really care about him at this point, all he wanted was to keep him busy.
After the report, Ro continued walking, and made it to his new work area: A room which simulated the disc game. There were still platforms of concentric circles, however, there was actual ground right underneath them. In the room, vector calculations of the discs were monitored, meaning that the force of the disc throwing was not deadly, or even that harmful. It was a place that provided the perfect environment for an incoming warrior to hone their skills.
He stood on top of one of the platforms, waiting for his training partner and opponent to rez in. Suddenly he saw the familiar bodily wireframe of transport on the opposing platform. The figure completely rezzed in front of him. It was a female program, although he was a slight bit confused at what could best be described as her very 80's appearance. She wore some typical warrior armor on her arms and knees, but the rest of her seemed very unique. She didn't have a helmet, instead, she had a hairpiece with a side-ponytail. Her warrior tunic was an off-the-shoulder style top. Stomach and abdomen armor was instead replaced with what seemed to be some sort of high-cut leotard etched with circuit lines. Her warrior boots were adorned with legwarmers. To him, it was definately not something suited for the games.
He instantly thought that she had to be a music or dance program of some kind. Oh no..., he thought. Sark's making me train people like this. She probably doesn't know a thing. This is going to take forever.