Tron: Sacrifice Script
Episode Seven: New Renegade
DYSON STEPPED OUT in the open, his disc humming with a threatening buzz in his hand before him.
"Come out," Dyson taunted, "come out, wherever you are!"
He chuckled softly.
"Come out and face me, Tron!" Dyson shouted into the darkness of the armory. "Or are you deformed once again?"
Mara laughed this time, her voice garbled and deep like Tron's except more unnatural and dismembered. She saw Dyson turnabout in fear, and she smiled behind her mask.
She stood up from her squatting position and counted the bombs. She smiled again as she simultaneously activated each of them, and crept to the edge of the explosive shelves. Dyson was still below, waving his disc like a frightened draftee.
"You know I am healed, Dyson." She teased, and heard the bombs beep intensely.
She leapt of the shelf, her cloak flying behind her, as the bombs detonated.
Dyson was thrown back from the impact, and pieces of metal shelving were cast through the air. He managed to deflect some smaller pieces before a large sheet of the heavy metal made contact with him, throwing him back and pinning him to the wall. He cried out in pain and his disc fell from his shaking hand.
He looked up in pain and saw her, flying down to the ground like an avian giant. She hit the ground on her feet bending her knees to absorb the shock up her legs.
Dyson froze, not believing what he was seeing.
"You are not Tron!" Dyson shouted over the roar of clattering wreckage still falling to the floor.
Mara cocked her head to one side mockingly, watching silently as Dyson tried to retrieve his fallen disc. She stepped forward and put her foot on it.
"NO!" Dyson pleaded suddenly, frightened she would crush his disc to pieces.
She gently dragged it towards her and bent to pick it up.
Dyson shifted under the weight and tried to push the shelf off, screaming in pain and rage. His strength failed him before he could even push the shelf and inch.
Mara deactivated her cloak, and reached for her disc.
Dyson watched her wide eyed as he saw the program before him, as she activated her disc with his.
Both of her hands went behind her head, and Dyson closed his eyes.
One Cycle Earlier
"You're sure it will work?"
"Mara," Zed said, "your confidence in me is overwhelming."
He stood up from behind the light jet.
"Well, you're not exactly giving it a tune up."
"It will be fine, Mara." Zed deactivated his visor, and he deactivated the bike. "Just try it."
Mara took the baton with a crooked smile, "Okay. Whatever you say, Zed."
"No, I am serious, Mara. Try it out."
Mara turned her back on Zed.
"I'll see if I can get Tron to let me try it outside the facility."
Mara stepped into the lift, and Zed slipped in beside her.
"Mara?"
"Zed?"
Zed looked at his feet.
"Well, I thought... I was thinking that maybe we- ah- could-"
"We'll see when I get back." Mara smiled at Zed. "The holodeck?"
"Sure." Zed laughed.
"See ya!" Mara brushed her hand on Zed's arm, loving how his face break into a nervous smile, as she stepped into the entrance bay.
"Bye..."
Mara winked at him before starting a slow jog around the bay. It was something to do to relax herself while she waited for Tron.
"Early." Tron said creeping out of the shadows. "Don't tire yourself out."
Mara stopped in her tracks.
"Zed gave you the prototype?"
"Yeah."
"Shame there's no time to test it just now." Tron opened the bay.
Wind and snow burst into the room.
"You have everything!" Tron shouted over the wind.
"Yes!"
"Good! Now let's go!"
Argon was quiet, and the silence disturbed Dyson. Ever since the mobile Repurposing Unit was destroyed, it was like Argon was holding its breath, afraid to exhale in case it would blow the system out of proportion.
"One more rebel act," Clu had said to him, "and this is war."
Dyson knew what CLU really meant, of course: One more screw up on his part and CLU will send him to war with the rebels. Front row, smack in the middle to face Tron alone.
Dyson took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly as if to relieve the thought.
CLU stationed him to petrol the weapons hanger; a slight demotion to warn him that CLU's patience was wearing thin. And the only way to win back CLU's good favor, was to bring him Tron alive.
Tron could have derezzed him last time they met again. Rage-driven and much more dangerous than CLU ever was when he was angry, Dyson truly believed he was going to be done for, if Tron's good streak hadn't won over his revenge.
Dyson remembered when everything was right with the Grid, and he almost wished – almost – that Tron would win over CLU.
Dyson looked around the dark hanger, eyes trained to see in the blackness, and ears ready to hear anything out of the ordinary.
And he did hear something: a muffled thump that echoed in the large hanger. He stopped and listened.
The sound of soft fabric in the wind, and a click of heels on the metal behind him.
In a split Nanocycle, Dyson whipped out a grenade, and threw it at the source of the sounds.
There was a scuffling sound to his right as whomever it was danced out of range, and silence...
Dyson took off his disc, and it instantly hummed with his energized senses.
He slowly walked to the spot where his grenade had activated and saw there was no one to be seen.
He chuckled softly.
"New style, Tron?" He called out into the thick silence.
He heard some electronic device soft beeping from his left and Dyson jumped to the right just in time.
Tron's grenade exploded exactly where he had stood.
Dyson ran like a wraith to a dark shelf and stood in it waiting, just in case Tron decided to try it again.
Satisfied Tron knew better, Dyson stepped out in the open, his disc humming with a threatening buzz in his hand before him.
"Come out," Dyson taunted, "come out, wherever you are!"
He chuckled softly.
"Come out and face me, Tron!" Dyson shouted into the darkness of the armory. "Or are you deformed once again?"
Tron laughed this time, unnatural and dismembered.
Dyson turned about in fear at the sudden noise he'd never heard from Tron before. He turned in all directions, his disc waving before him.
"You know I am healed, Dyson!"
Dyson looked up at the sound of intense beeping and he saw the hanger explode above him.
Dyson was thrown back from the impact, and pieces of metal shelving were cast through the air. He managed to deflect some smaller pieces before a large sheet of the heavy metal made contact with him, throwing him back and pinning him to the wall. He cried out in pain and his disc fell from his shaking hand.
He looked up in pain and saw her, flying down to the ground like an avian giant. She hit the ground on her feet bending her knees to absorb the shock up her legs.
Dyson froze, not believing what he was seeing.
"You are not Tron!" Dyson shouted over the roar of clattering wreckage still falling to the floor.
Mara cocked her head to one side mockingly, watching silently as Dyson tried to retrieve his fallen disc. She stepped forward and put her foot on it.
"NO!" Dyson pleaded suddenly, frightened she would crush his disc to pieces.
She gently dragged it towards her and bent to pick it up.
Dyson shifted under the weight and tried to push the shelf off, screaming in pain and rage. His strength failed him before he could even push the shelf and inch.
Mara deactivated her cloak, and reached for her disc.
Dyson watched her wide eyed as he saw the program before him, as she activated her disc with his.
Both of her hands went behind her head, and Dyson closed his eyes.
Mara sliced the sheet in pieces and tossed them off of Dyson.
By the time Dyson felt the weight taken off of his body and looked again, Mara was already on her bike. He watched in disbelief as Mara mockingly saluted him, and took off at an amazing speed. He pushed up off the ground and took out his own bike, leaping and activating the baton under him. He took off after the white-clad figure.
CLU looked in the direction of the explosion, anger flaring inside him.
"Get a team together," CLU said threateningly soft to a soldier behind him, "and go after him!"
The soldier ran from the throne room, before CLU had finished.
The black figure in the shadows watched as the red security lights blinked, and hall emptied of Occupation soldiers. And Tron ran to the lift as it opened to him two more soldiers.
"Hey!"
One said before Tron quickly smacked him down into the other soldier, knocking both their heads against the metal siding of the lift. Tron search one of them for a security card, and instead found a series of circuitry codes on his arm.
"Nice, CLU." Tron said lifting the soldiers arm up to a scanner and punched in a destination. "Thanks for the tip."
The lift shot downwards, deep, deep into the facility.
Once the lift opened, he dragged both soldiers out of sight behind and under a console. Tron silently sneaked away to the railing and looked down.
Shining metal and glass glinted at him as he took in the vast light-sub bay, and cut away some of the railing with his disc.
He watched for a few minutes timing the guards as they walked passed and away from each other, then launched himself over the railing, and threw the metal rail in his hand to the left. As he landed, clank of the rail masked his impact, and brought the guards away from him. He quickly got out of the open and crept along the wall in the shadows towards the big subs.
He watched for a while before he ran to the sub, and climbed inside.
"Sir?"
"What now?" CLU shouted.
"There is an unauthorized sub leaving the launch bay."
"Prevent it from leaving!" CLU shouted in anger, realizing he'd been duped.
"It is too late. Whoever it was is already passed the gates. Shall I release a torpedo, Sir?"
"Tron..."
"Sir?"
"No. It is the Renegade, and I want him alive. Follow him."
Mara glanced behind her and saw Dyson following her.
"This better work, Zed."
She flipped the switch on the side of her handle bars, and she watched as her hands were encased in metal to prevent her from letting go, and the bike morphed under her.
Dyson watched amazed as he saw the female Tron fly up into the sky on a jet.
He deactivated his bike and rolled with the momentum, as he realized he was done for.
Mara whooped out loud in Tron's voice as her speed from the bike accelerated quickly in take-off, losing Dyson and his goons in an instant.
"Thank you, Zed!" She yelled into the night, as she flew to over the Sea of Simulation looking in the dark water for Tron.
Tron smiled to himself behind the controls as he made it safely out of the Argon. He detected Mara above him, and drew the sub up to show her she found him.
Mara then could begin to watch for followers behind him.
Tron activated a cloaking device after leaving Argon, and scrambled the sub's signals, but he didn't try setting autopilot. CLU would have had a tracking device hiding somewhere in the systems there that would send his location straight to CLU.
"Hold on, Beck." Tron said, wishing he was closer to finding a cure for the Renegade.
CLU practically shook from anger when Dyson finally walked into the throne room at CLU's calling.
"Empty handed again, I see." CLU said without looking at his follower.
"Yes, sir." Dyson kneeled as Clue turned. "The tip is confirmed. We know that the Renegade is injured, and has been replaced by a female."
"Yes," CLU said as he activated a screen behind him and Mara's face was shown, "Tron is certainly scraping the bottom for 'Renegades.'"
Dyson set up the format of the poster. Her face and the new Renegade outfit, and the word WANTED in red, blinking letters above it.
"If you would do the honors?" Dyson said to CLU.
"With pleasure."
CLU touched the upload icon, and the new poster downloaded all around Argon.
"Shame, really." CLU said. "She's almost too pretty to kill."
CLU swept away from Dyson, leaving his mentally relieved officer to ponder why this program let him live?
