A/N: This Fic is for Darktiger 09, I get into a lot of trouble sometimes and this is a thanks for all the help she's given. I also want to point anyone reading this to her Tron Fics. I'm not a massive tron fan, although I like it, so if there's any Canon errors, would appreciate being told it. Note these characters use arena and program names, so they may sound a bit Sue-ish, but flaws etc will be made obvious later on. My grammar will be bad but I did try and proof read it.
Scarab sat there in the dark alley way, waiting impatiently for his contacts. As he waited, his lightdisk hummed gently in the dark, a neon green ring around a matte black surface, He held it tightly as he reflected on the situation. They were supposed to be here he thought nervously. His face, half hidden by the dark corner of the alley way, half illuminated from the pale light his disk cast, Held a nervous expression on it. His dark hair looked unusual with his pallow face. It hadn't always been like that, he was an Anti Virus program, discarded by Clu's mainframe cycles ago. The constant hiding had strained his CPU and it showed. Now, even his best disguise's looked sickly and weak compared to his old ones.
A noise erupted from the back of the alley and he jumped in fear, scanner and visual programs searching the dark frantically. If the blackguards found him there was no question to his fate, he had seen it happen to plenty of others. He felt a hand rest on the back of his shoulder and turned round bringing his fist, into the offenders face as his heart circuit beat madly. A solid and quick block stopped his attack and disarmed the concealed light dagger, that had appeared from his sleeve before pushing it back into place with disturbing precision.
"You need to be more careful" came the mocking remark from the program who had disarmed him, Scarab turned around and glared at the newcomer who had snuck up on him. His suit shone a dark blue, and his face was covered with a strange horrific mask, that formed the face of some monsterous creature. Apparently he had the mask as he was originally a duelling program and it was made to intimidate his opponents. Well, it works when it comes to intimidation at least scarab thought to himself uneasily as he viewed the Assassin program. "Vector...Where are the others?" he asked, disregarding the last comment while trying to make himself sound as non chalant as possible, something that was getting harder to do, as his vocal programs had begun to strain recently. "I don't know, although I assume Jackal is already busy outside and roaming, I have no idea where Guantlet is though, she's normally pretty early" Scarab nodded in agreement, Jackal had a tendency to disappear, it was expected of him. Gauntlet was always on time though... "How about you then?" Vector shook his head slowly "Same as always, not much different to the usual struggling to survive or having to scavenge new weaponry, We're not all like you. Some of our weapons actually need to be replaced" Scarab glared at his team-mate with undisguised anger "Some of us actually look after our equipment instead of wasting them in arrogant training sessions with unwilling participants" Vector sniggered "And some of us actually use our equipment correctly for the right purpose..."
The awkward silence was broken by Jackal growling angrily "Ow, gerrof me, I can get there on my own..." Another voice, this one was female and just sounded bored "Then try actually going in the right direction..." a few seconds later and two programs came from the mouth of the Alley and into the shadows with the others. The first, the smaller of the two had her hand around the others neck and despite a massive size difference, was pulling him, almost dragging him along the ground. "Sorry we're late, this idiot decided he would disembowl a full patrol for stopping him in the street...twice" Jackal snorted, His face was scarred and battered, his dark brown hair matted with filth and sweat, while his body was in an even worse state, His suit shone a menacing orange, he had been in one of Clu's enforcer squads once. Now though, he looked almost feral. "They were gonna kill us, you didn't see what I did...besides, second one didn't count. They were faulty and De-ressing everything in sight" Gauntlet sighed her patience thinning "What exactly did you see that I didn't? And how do you know they were faulty?" He paused for a few seconds before growling "I have instinct embedded into my programming, your just jealous" Gauntlet groaned irritably before throwing him to the ground, causing him to leap back to his feet as if insulted, although really he just liked the attention he was receiving.
Vector sniggered at the Sight of the giant brute thrown about by the far smaller Gauntlet, although he could of turned around and broken out of her grip with ease, it was obvious He wouldn't of done it, Jackal tended to attack anyone that even looked at her the wrong way, much to her irritation. Knowing that he meant well didn't do much either... "Your just paranoid Jackal...So Gauntlet, having fun babysitting?" Scarab grinned quietly, his confidence increased by the presence of friends. While he didn't trust Vector as far as he could throw him, Jackals sensor programming combined with a paranoia that led to violent reactions of anything that moved meant they would be safe as long as he didn't run of into the distance for some unknown reason as the relatively unstable program was prone to do. Gauntlet glared daggers at Scarab for a few seconds, It had been his idea to make her in charge of looking after jackal, she had been the one who found him. "I'm fine Scarab, and as for babysitting...Don't come crying to me next time he plays with your weapons and ruins them" Scarab gave her an equally icy glare, Cycles of having fought together hadn't strengthened the bond between the small group of rebel programs, In fact each of them seemed to have developed an even greater disdain of one another with the exception of Jackal, who in his eternally violent naivety didn't seem to understand social relationships, or even long words for that matter and was content as long as he had blackguard and weapons to play with in addition to Gauntlet nearby to keep an eye on him and pay him the massive amount of attention needed.
Vector looked at the group with a sigh "Well we'd better get going, we have a few things that need attending too I believe...What Jackal?" he got a reply from a grinning and sadistic face "What are we doing again?" Vector sighed and nodded to Gauntlet who struggled to reply in a pleasant tone with all the stress he had caused her today, although as usual she managed to maintain her docility. "We're going to play a game Jackal. Your favourite one in fact..."
A/N: Well I hope anyone reading this enjoyed it. The Characters all have influences from someone I know, but only influences not the whole personality. Jackals personality is based on me, but its not a self insert as anyone who knows me can tell...I'm not that naïve and gentle! Gauntlet is based on Dark Tiger, although with a few added in flaws. Scarab is based on my best mate, a bossy sarcastic [censored] and Vector is based on...Jack Black? No not jack black. Vector isn't based on anyone.
Oh right and before I forget
DISCLAIMER:
The following material and Tron universe is not owned by me, The Original Characters in this fic are however with the exception of Vector who is owned by Jack Black, Erm No, I mean Me