Finally back at campus and I'm back to writing. So, 'Tagged'...I like the episode, but it's a bit more difficult to write. I don't know why, it just is. Anyway, I'll let you guys have at it!
Chapter 21
Tagged
Accessing Archive Data…
I've missed being a little rebellious. But, I can't afford to be caught, not now. Many cycles ago, yes, I'd be able to get away with something like what's going on here in Argon. A group of three Programs are wrecking havoc as they graffiti 'Tron Lives' on the walls and screens of Argon…I've pestered Beck about it, but he swears he's not one of the Tricksters. Zed's one of those who follows the rules a bit too closely, so it wouldn't be him. Mara on the other hand…
I'm going to have to look more into this.
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"My fan club strikes again," Beck announced, walking up behind his father and nodding towards the graffiti riddled wall that Tron's telescope was zeroed in on.
"You mean my fan club," Tron teased.
"Hey! You made a joke!" Beck grinned, "That's progress!"
Tron playfully glared at his son.
"What did you find out?" he asked.
"Not much," Beck reported, "The soldiers still think it's me,"
He gave his father a roguish smirk.
"They haven't figured out that there's more than one," he snickered, "And even then I'm surprised they can count that high,"
"Beck…"
"So!" Beck continued, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "When do we bring them in!?"
"We don't. Not yet,"
"What do you mean!?" Beck demanded, "This is what we've been waiting for! Recruits! We have to build ranks eventually and they obviously believe in the cause!"
"There's more to the Uprising than acts of vandalism," Tron told his son, "You know that,"
Beck shot him a 'really' look.
"Well, you do now," Tron amended.
"Yeah, because you gave me the chance to do something, make a difference!" Beck growled, "I'm not sure you've noticed, but I'm kinda on my own out there,"
"I'm just asking you to wait," Tron tried again, but Beck wasn't going to have any of it…
He could tell in the glare he was getting from the boy.
"I'm done waiting!" Beck snapped, "As long as I'm wearing this suit, you have to start letting me make decisions,"
Tron gave a short, frustrated growl.
"These Programs need to know what they're fighting for," Tron told his son, "They need to be willing to die for it. Just like you were. You want to make a decision? Make one. But be prepared to deal with the consequences,"
Tron turned on his heel and started…
"And you're walking away," Beck sighed, "Big surprise,"
Tron shook his head.
"Users, where does he get this sarcasm from?"
He stopped and turned back to face his son.
"When were you going to recruit them?" he asked slowly.
"Uh…as soon as I could?" Beck suggested.
Tron's eyes flickered a brighter shade of blue as an idea formed.
"You want to see if they're dedicated to the cause?" he asked, and Beck nodded, "Come here,"
Beck trotted over and Tron held out his hand expectantly for the boy's Disk. Beck immediately detached it and held it out to Tron.
The Monitor took the Disk and pulled up the armor hologram fiddling with it until he was satisfied.
"Put it on," Tron ordered, "I want to see if this works,"
Beck gave a shrug and took his Disk, replacing it on his back. His armor flickered, darkening until there were very, very little circuits. They blazed blue-white for a few moments before flickering and dying, blinking back on a deep red-orange color.
"I look like an Occupation soldier," Beck grumbled.
"That's the idea," Tron told him, "Remember when we first met?"
"Yeah…" Beck said slowly before it dawned on him, "You want me to question them…don't you,"
"Exactly," Tron said, a smile gracing his scarred features, "Now, I'd get moving…I think they struck again,"
He gestured at the screens…showing the train station.
"I'll be back," Beck promised, "And hopefully I'll have some good news to report,"
"Beck…" Tron called.
"What?" Beck groaned, turning around again.
Tron gave a roguish smirk and tossed the boy a small, blue sphere.
"New toy, have fun,"
Beck's eyes gleamed brightly as he realized what he held.
"Oh I plan on it," he grinned.
And he ran out before Tron could stop him again.
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Watching Paige getting splattered with the graffiti was actually…kind of amusing. Or at least it was to Beck. The child Basic could hear her scream from his hiding place around the corner and couldn't help but give a small grin.
He heard footsteps…three pairs of footsteps…coming his way and he prepared to move, listening for a few seconds just to make sure it was them and not some innocent passerby.
"Triumph!" one voice cheered.
"Oh I wish I could have seen their faces when the countdown hit zero!" another laughed.
"I wish I could've seen my masterpiece!" the first sighed, then amended his statement, "Our masterpiece,"
"Next time, let's hang out at the scene longer…" the second voice suggested, "It's more fun when they chase us!"
"That's how we get caught!" the third voice, a female one, snapped, "If we wanna keep this operation running, we stick to my plan,"
Yeah…it was them.
"Alright," Beck thought, tossing the gravity bomb up in his hand, "let's see how well this works,"
He stepped out of the alleyway, crossing his arms, his scarlet circuits flickering darkly.
The three Programs yelped, skidding to a stop before him, the sharp toothed grins on their masks belying the looks Beck guessed their faces were showing.
"What do we do now!?" one of the males demanded.
"RUN!" the female ordered, scrambling backwards and taking off with her comrades in tow.
"Oh no you don't," Beck thought, tapping the blue sphere in his hands and bowling the bomb towards the three pranksters.
The device activated, trapping the three in a state of zero gravity as well as knocking them out.
"Well what do you know," Beck hummed, his voice coming out deep and growling from behind the mask while a soft, thrumming purr rumbled from his throat, "It did work,"
Now to get them somewhere safe.
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Beck watched over the three pranksters, making sure that all three of them were awake before turning on the light, making them gasp in fear.
"Do you know how fast you could have been derezzed for what you've done?" he purred, coming closer and tilting his head ever so slightly, "Vandalizing city property, trespassing, instigating disobedience by spreading lies…"
"They're not lies," the female in the group snapped.
"Hey! Be quiet!" one of the males snapped before turning back to Beck, "And it's not vandalism, it's free code,"
"For the record…" the other male interrupted, "I have no idea what you or these two are talking about,"
"Sure you don't," Beck thought dryly as he stalked forwards, spinning the protesting Program around and detaching his Disk, activating a hologram…
With the 'Tron Lives' graffiti on it.
"Oh…that," the protester said with a nervous laugh as Beck, none too gently, replaced the Disk, "Okaaay…."
"So you believe that Tron's alive?" Beck asked, coming up to a stop before the girl, tilting his helmet towards her.
"I do," she said firmly.
"And you?" Beck turned to the third Program.
"I let my work speak for itself," he replied.
"Then so be it," Beck stated, unsheathing his Disk and letting it activate.
The three Programs yelped as the orange rim activated, humming dangerously. They thrashed, trying to get free…and Beck gave a wry smile, replacing the white Disk on his back. His armor flickered, pixilating from the barely-lit Occupation armor to the snowy white Tron armor.
"…Tron?" the artist started in disbelief.
"So you're still not gonna derezz us?" the protester asked.
"Duh!" the girl, and obviously the leader, snorted, "He's here to help us…right?"
Beck deactivated the gravity bomb, letting the three Programs come back to solid ground.
"Actually, you're going to help me," Beck replied, "But first…I need to trust you,"
He tapped his own helmet, raising an eyebrow at the three. They all looked at each other and the protester derezzed his mask first, revealing a male Program whose hair was more wild and spiked up than Beck's own.
"Name's Moog," he said with a faint laugh, turning to the other male as he derezzed his helmet, revealing a Program with short, straight black hair, "And this here's Rasket,"
"It's pronounced: Ras-kay," the other male Program, Rasket, corrected.
Moog rolled his eyes before turning to the female.
"And finally," he announced dramatically, "The heart and soul of the Jolly Tricksters…"
The girl derezzed her helmet, revealing bright aqua hair and Beck's core froze.
"No…not her! I tried to keep her and Zed outta this!" Beck thought, steel-blue eyes wide in shock.
"Mara," she stated, shyly looking up at her friend as he tried valiantly not to fall over from the shock, "Nice to see you again, Tron,"
"Wait…" Moog protested as Mara came just a little closer, while Beck, still reeling, stepped back, "You two know each other?"
"No!" Beck stammered in denial.
This wasn't happening…this couldn't be happening! No, he wouldn't have another Rilo on his hands…not Mara, please not Mara…
"Yes!" Mara grinned, "He saved my life…more than once…"
"Of course he did," Rasket snorted, "He's impersonating Tron,"
Mara dug her elbow into his side, making Beck give a weak smile. He'd been on the receiving end of that blow and to put it safely…Mara's elbows hurt.
"I mean…he is Tron," Rasket hurriedly corrected, making Mara give a satisfied grin, "We're both…all three of us…huge fans of your work,"
"Uh…thanks…" Beck blinked, and then came back to what he really wanted to say, "I've brought all of you here for a reason. There's a Revolution coming and I need recruits to fight by my side. So…so what do you say? Are you up for the challenge?"
"Absolutely!" Mara cried, not hesitating while her fellow Tricksters agreed wholeheartedly.
"That was easy," Beck nodded, mentally giving himself a pat on the back, "But our task ahead won't be,"
"I just wanna say that I've been waiting for an opportunity like this for a while now," Mara admitted, "A chance to show my commitment to the Revolution…to you,"
"That's…very flattering, really" Beck stammered, "Look, you've all been through a lot. Let's call it for now and meet back here at the start of next cycle for further instruction,"
They all looked at him expectantly.
"Class dismissed,"
"Let's go guys, let's bounce," Moog started as he and Rasket turned around.
Mara stayed, her aqua gaze turned up to him.
"Whatever you want us to do," she started, "I want you to know, I'm not afraid,"
"You're not afraid?"
"No,"
"You should be,"
And she ran off.
Beck derezzed his helmet as soon as they were gone and closed his eyes.
"You might not be afraid, Mara…but I am," he muttered.
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"Remember when you first approached me? I said I wasn't afraid," Beck started as he watched his father train, running on the treadmill…upside down.
No one ever said Tron took the easy way out.
"But how did you know I was really the right choice?" Beck asked, turning back around to face his father.
"I didn't," Tron replied honestly, "You kept coming back,"
It wasn't as if that were a bad thing…he did like having the boy around. Mainly because he reminded him of the little boy that he'd lost so many cycles ago. It both hurt deeply and eased that pain whenever Beck was near him.
"The more I pushed, the harder you fought," Tron continued.
"Was I your first choice?" Beck asked, his gaze watching his father carefully to see his reaction.
"…Yes…"
"Really?" Beck tried again, unconvinced, "There was…no one before me?"
Tron stopped and mentally set the order in place to put him right side up on the ground.
"Why do you ask?" he started suspiciously.
Beck rubbed his wrist, making the bruised circuits light up under his touch.
"Is there something you'd like to tell me, Beck?"
"No…" Beck dodged, "I was just wondering if you were afraid you made the wrong choice…with me,"
"You're forgetting," Tron reminded him, "When I found you, you were already waging your own war against the Occupation…I just steered you down the right path,"
Beck gave a thoughtful hum and then gave a smile.
"Thanks, Tron, you just gave me an idea…"
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"The right path, what is it? Defacing trains and billboards?" Beck asked his recruits, two of which weren't paying a bit of attention while the third was paying a little too much attention for Beck's taste, "Or striking a significant blow against the enemy's stronghold?"
He pulled up a hologram of…
"Whoa! That's Tesler's ship!" Moog grinned.
"And you three are going to help me infiltrate it," Beck nodded, "On that ship is a data key…"
Which happened to be the same one he lost to Paige a while back…
"Tesler's ship is the biggest canvas in Argon!" Rasket hissed to Moog, "We hit that, we'll make history!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Beck growled, "Nobody's 'hitting' Tesler's ship but me. In fact, you won't be anywhere near it,"
The two exchanged sour looks.
"Every fifth cycle, the ship docks with Argon's refueling tower," Beck explained, pulling up the holograms and scanning over them quickly before moving to the next one, "That's where you three come in. While I circle by Lightjet, you're going to do what you're good at, bombard the area with your free code…"
"In order to draw the guards away, that way you can sneak onto the ship undetected!" Mara beamed before turning to her comrades, "Do you like how I put that together?"
"If I wasn't so worried about you getting hurt, I'd make you a leader in this Revolution," Beck thought sadly.
"So we're just your distraction?" Rasket asked.
"Where's the fun in that!" Moog demanded, "We want in on the thrills!"
"This isn't about thrills!" Beck snapped, eyes flaring angrily as his growl started up again, "I'm trying to gather intel, and if you can't understand that…then maybe I've made a mistake…"
He shut down the hologram and started walking off in the measured strides that matched his father's step for step.
"Tron! Wait!" Mara yelled.
Beck turned around as Mara started berating her partners.
"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" she snapped in her 'Able/Tron/Yori voice' that got reserved for people who ticked her off, making the two others cower down and Beck shudder in sympathy, "Do you know who we're talking to!? This is the Program who inspired you to create! And inspired you to help Rasket realize his vision!"
"Ras-kay," Rasket grumbled.
Mara gave a frustrated sigh.
"Whatever!" she growled, "He's risking his life out there and he needs our help! I don't know about you guys, but I'm giving it to him,"
The two artists looked at each other and stood.
"Us too," Rasket nodded, "When do we start?"
Beck turned around more to face his friend. She gave him a gentle smile while he gave a nod. She wasn't going to back down…no matter what he told her.
Just. His. Luck.
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He flew over the refueling towers, watching as Tesler's ship docked and the fun began.
"Right on time," Beck murmured, looking around the city, "Be careful,"
He saw many of the city's towers lighting up with brilliantly colored code as the message Tron Lives blazed from it.
Beck gave a grin and urged the Lightjet forwards, derezzing it and landing gracefully on the ship without the sentries even noticing.
"Good job, Mara," Beck muttered softly as he snuck through the ship.
"Stand clear for docking." The Grid announced, "Prepare for refueling."
The Child Basic continued through the ship, remembering where the data cube was last time. He figured that that was where it was this time around.
Yeah…it wasn't.
Beck gave a short, irritated growl and knelt down to the ground, placing a hand on the floor, just like Tron had taught him…
"Show me who had the cube," Beck thought mentally.
And watched as Tesler's footprints lit up.
"Figures," Beck thought as he followed the footsteps into a room filled with consols and to the one that would give him the cube.
He started typing rapidly on the keyboard and a door opened, revealing the tiny orange cube.
"Well look here," he smirked, "Hello again,"
[Quit wasting time]
Beck gave a short sigh.
[I'm hurrying, don't worry, Tron, I've got it under control]
[Just be careful]
[Aren't I always?] Beck pinged back as he started making his way off the ship.
He could almost see Tron shaking his head.
The young Monitor got back to where he entered the ship and leaped off the side, rezzing his Lightjet and flying back to the warehouse…just to see Mara.
Alone.
"You're alone…" he started, making Mara jump, "Why?"
"I tried to stop them…" Mara apologized.
"Stop them?" Beck asked slowly, "Mara…where are they…?"
She shot a look at Tesler's ship.
"What were they thinking?" Beck sighed.
"They weren't," Mara growled, "I usually handle that part,"
"This is as far as you go," Beck ordered, "I'll take care of the rest,"
Mara's eyes hardened and Beck immediately wished he hadn't said that.
"Uh, try again," she snorted, "I'm the one who talked them into joining you…besides, I know their plan…without me, you'll never find them in time! And I won't take no for an answer,"
Beck's steely blue eyes closed and he gave a heavy sigh.
"I was afraid of that," he grumbled before turning and hopping onto the ledge, "C'mon,"
Mara hopped up beside him, grabbing onto his waist as he jumped, rezzing the Lightjet beneath them both.
They soared upwards and Mara gave a laugh.
"Zed is never going to believe this!" Mara squealed, "And neither is Beck!"
"What I can't believe is how you managed to talk me into doing this," Beck thought bitterly.
They landed not too far from where Beck had the first time…and right as the klaxons started blaring.
"Beware,"
"Not going to be a problem," Beck muttered.
"What?" Mara asked and Beck waved her off.
"It's nothing," he said, "Just…"
"Look! There they are!" Mara interrupted, "And…oh Users,"
Oh Users was right! Both Rasket and Moog had been captured and Pavel was leading them towards the interrogation chamber.
"Follow me," Beck ordered, "There's a ventilation shaft that leads to that room, we can reach it undetected,"
Mara gave a nod and followed her friend.
They crawled through the vent and both Beck and Mara knelt in front of the grate, just in time to see Pavel stop before some sort of machine.
The commander put his hand under the Program seated there and lifted the poor creature's greyed head.
"Did he scream?" Pavel asked.
"Yes sir," a sentry acknowledged.
"That's the problem with these Programs," Pavel hummed, squeezing the seated Program's throat and making him burst into dull blue-grey voxels, "They can't hold it together!"
Mara gave a gasp, covering her mouth while Beck gave a dark growl as the sentries sat Rasket and Moog in the chairs around the machine.
"A little privacy please?" Pavel asked, a sick grin on his face.
The sentries left as the Grid announced that the security breach had been contained and reporting that Tesler would be by shortly.
"We've got to get them out of there," Mara breathed.
Beck looked around, scouting for an idea…when he spotted the power source.
"There," he ordered, pointing at the tower, "That's what powers the whole thing, we take that out and the machine shuts down, saving your friends,"
They ran along a platform, sitting down and starting to push on the tower. They heard Pavel saying something, but neither cared…until they heard Rasket give a code freezing shriek.
Mara stopped but Beck grabbed her shoulder.
"He'll die if we don't knock this over," he reminded her, "I can't do this on my own,"
Mara gave a nod and rammed her feet into the tower once again, straining to knock the blasted thing down. Beck gave a loud yell and rammed his feet into the tower, the Grid shuddered and the tower's base snapped, falling over.
"C'mon," he ordered, jumping down with Mara in tow.
He went over to Rasket and unsheathed his Disk, severing the severely wounded Program's hands…what was left of them anyway.
"Tron…" Rasket murmured, "We…"
"Let's move," Beck interrupted, "Tesler will be here any moment,"
And they run/stumbled towards the exit.
"They're sealing us in!" Rasket announced as the doors to the ship started to close, "We'll be trapped!"
Another set of doors opened, making Beck come to a screeching halt.
"I'll handle the Renegade," Paige stated, looking at the sentries around her, "You get the others,"
"You three get that gate open while I deal with them," Beck ordered, running forwards and unsheathing his Disk, leaping high into the air and coming down hard on a sentry.
His training must have been paying off or the sentries were just that bad…because he took them all down in the matter of nanos.
"Behind you! Disk! Staff!"
Beck whipped around, Disk flying up, just blocking Paige's Disk while he grabbed her staff.
"You don't give up do you?" she growled.
"Nope," Beck growled back, "And I never will,"
He forced her Disk away and danced out of her reach, she charged at him and he dodged her, kicking her in the rear and making her stumble forwards.
She whipped around and sent her foot smashing into his chest. Beck went with the blow, rolling to his feet and dodging as Paige rammed her staff into the wall where he had just been. He sliced his Disk through the staff, wrenching it from Paige's hands and running towards another wall, he swung at her and backflipped to give some distance between them. He bolted towards the leg of a Recognizer, jumping up and pushing off, slamming the end of the staff into another Recognizer and swinging up to the top of it waaay above Paige's reach, and throwing her a smug smirk before he turned and started to climb up the side of the machine, finding the tiniest of handholds and pulling himself up to the top.
He looked around just in time to see Mara snag something from Moog's leg clip …and fire a stream of free code at the viewport of a Recognizer that was barreling down at them.
"Atta girl," Beck thought with a wry smile, "Great job, Mara,"
"DISK!"
Beck flipped out of the way right as Paige flipped up to the top of the Recognizer with him.
She caught her Disk, not even facing it, and threw him a smug grin.
"You don't give up, do you," Beck deadpanned.
"I'll give up when you do," Paige retorted, settling into a fighting stance and lashing out at him.
Beck dodged, batting her Disk away with his own…when the Recognizer in front of them crashed into them.
They both yelled in surprise as they fell onto the next Recognizer, Beck landing painfully on his Disk dock while Paige hit the ground on top of him, making his breath rush out and his circuits surge brightly. They stayed that way for only a nano when that Recognizer fell, throwing them away from each other again.
Beck shakily got up, shaking his head to get rid of the ringing sound that entered it, and he ran once he got his bearings, sprinting as fast as he could towards the entrance, leaping into the air and rezzing a Lightjet, feeling the joy of flight take over every sense.
He saw two of Mara's team jump off, whooping and hollering…while Mara hesitated, her aqua gaze landing on him as the two lightchoppers trailing him started firing.
"Mara! GO!" Beck screamed…
Right as one of the shots grazed Mara's shoulder, making her yelp and tumble backwards, falling off the edge.
"NO!" Beck yelled, urging the jet faster.
He derezzed it at the last second, shooting through the Beck-sized hole in the door and letting the choppers derezz violently against it as he dove, reaching for Mara's limp hand. He snatched it and pulled her close, mask derezzed for the moment before looking up and re-rezzing the jet, shooting upwards into the sky.
Beck felt Mara stirring and his mask automatically reformed, hiding his features from her as her azure eyes fluttered open. He felt a slight pressure on his shoulder and looked down ever so slightly to see Mara leaning her head trustingly against it.
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"We messed up," Moog apologized at the warehouse a few nanos later.
"Yeah, we messed up bad," Rasket agreed, "And thanks for coming back for us,"
"It's not just me you have to thank," Beck told them, putting a hand on Mara's shoulder.
"You're welcome," she sighed.
"That right path you mentioned…" Moog started, "It's out there isn't it? It's Argon. That's what you've been fighting for,"
"It's more than Argon," Rasket disagreed, shaking his head, "You're taking the fight all the way to Clu. You're fighting so that this…"
He held up his damaged hand.
"Stops," he finished.
"Then join me," Beck offered, "Let me put your talents to good use. The Uprising needs you,"
He held out his hand.
"And so do I,"
Both male Programs looked at each other and shook their heads.
"We're not good enough, no way," Moog stated.
"We barely survived up there," Rasket pointed out, "I don't think we'll be as lucky a second time,"
Beck gave a sad nod as the two males walked past him.
"Your cause is right, but we're not your army," Rasket finished.
"Hey, it's a good thing Tron lives," Moog called as he and Rasket walked away, "Argon needs you,"
Beck watched them go, his steel-blue eyes sad. He should have expected this…but he wasn't expecting it to hurt so much…
"I'm still in,"
It was so soft Beck almost didn't hear it.
"No matter the risks," Mara continued, eyes bright and fiery, "I'm ready for this,"
Beck closed his eyes. He almost lost her today…he didn't want to lose another friend like he lost Bodhi, Rilo, Lux…
He took a breath.
"I'm not," he finally said.
"What does that mean?" Mara demanded.
Beck swallowed. The only way to get her to go…
Was to break her core.
"It means…that without your friends you're of no help to me…go home," he told her, turning and walking away.
He didn't want to see the hurt that he knew was on her face.
"I'm sorry," he thought, "But I don't want to lose you too,"
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"It was the only way to get her to leave," Beck stated as he sat down on the bench while Tron stayed in the shadows, "She was the one true believer in the cause…but I wasn't prepared for the consequences,"
"Then you made the right decision," Tron told him, pride making the minimal circuits in his armor blaze brightly, "If she's really ready to risk everything for the cause…she'll still be there. When you're ready,"
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Mara looked up at her handiwork with a smile as she pulled her hood farther over her face. The young Mechanic then whirled around on her heel and started walking back towards the Garage. She'd made it just inside the doors when…
"Nice artwork out there," a female voice started, making Mara jump sky-high.
"Um…Yori!" she blinked, hiding her tool behind her back, "I…I didn't see you there…"
Yori gave a warm smile and came closer towards the younger Program.
"Relax, Mara, I'm not going to tell anyone," she reassured her, "I've my own secrets that I'd like to keep too. I just wanted to tell you you did a good job,"
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Please, Mara," Yori laughed, "Do you remember what you showed me as your final project? I'd know that handiwork anywhere. It just screamed 'Mara'. But that's because I've been around you so much,"
"So…you won't tell?"
"Good Users no," Yori smiled, putting a hand on Mara's shoulder, "Because, Mara…"
She gave a perfectly wicked grin.
"I'd like to join you,"
Yori and Mara are going to be causing trouble, that's for sure. But, they're going to keep it on the down-low most of the time because it's just the two of them. Next up is 'State of Mind' and I will say this...I'm going to have fun with it.
I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.