Happy TRONSDAY I have my copy. I need to get a BlueRay player to watch the original but we can still watch Legacy

NC-17 version will be posted at the Tron_Slash community at LJ...that is if LJ is working.

User Rectified

Java Break

It was his turn to take on the final opponent in the arena. Primal took his place on the floor panel. He was not selective in his poise. He stood with his feet apart, back straight and shoulders back like had always done when it was his turn for the games. It was the same pose his brother, Rinzler used, but the only difference was that Primal did not have his head lowered. He had it raised. Clu told him he should be proud due to his perfection and should have his head up high.

Primal did not feel any sense of fear when the platform was raised. He had done this several times before. If he was able to track down runaways, go up against mutated grid bugs and derezz potential rebels then he was ready for the disk arena.

"Combatant Five verses Primal," the announcer said as Primal was raised to the arena stage. He had no idea who she was. Clu had said she was a faithful program and that was all that mattered.

"Pri-mal, Pri-mal, Pri-mal," the crowd chanted and clapped their hands to a beat.

His opponent was a male program with bright green eyes, not very tall nor did he have much of a physical build, but he did seem lithe. He had a vertical scar on his upper lip and had painted odd jagged blue streaks under his eyes that went all the way down to his jaw line.

Primal removed the disk from his back and threw it at the other program before he even could blink.

The other combatant jumped to the side at the last second and threw his disk.

Primal threw himself to the ground as the other disk sliced through the air, rolled over and jumped up to catch his disk. He jumped again as he threw his disk and half clung against the walls to avoid being struck by his opponents disk.

Back and forth they attacked each other with similar moves. What the other program lacked in size he made up with speed. Primal raced after him. He was not too disappointed with himself in the fact he hadn't derezzed this particular program by now. He liked having a challenge.

"Get ready," Clu's voice came through.

Primal shifted himself to the side of the wall and prepared himself the gravity of the stage changed. Primal positioned himself and landed on his feet next to his opponent who also landed on his feet, albeit not as gracefully. He brought his disk down.

His opponent raised his disk and blocked the attack. His gaze was determined, teeth clenched.

Primal pulled back and slashed again and once again was blocked. That was his goal. He would slice down where the other player had expected, at least for four or five times. He blocked his opponent and held his disk up high before he sliced down to the left, only pulling right at the last second and cutting off the other player's arm.

"Go in for the kill," Clu ordered. "Finish the game."

Primal slammed the edge of his disk into the other player's throat and watched as the other program's body derezzed.

"Combatant five has been subject to deresolution," the announcer said. "Primal is disk arena champion."

Primal only half listened to the crowd cheering his name as he stared at the remains of the other program.

"Good game," Clu told him. "We meet in the lobby."

Primal walked along on the right side of Clu as the four of them made their way through the Lobby. It was the forma they always used. Jarvis would walk in front, Primal on the right and Rinzler on the left. Primal had wondered why Jarvis was always at the front. If the entered a sector full of trouble then Jarvis would be derezzed while Primal and Rinzler sprang into action. If Primal or Rinzler were the first to step into the area then the attacker would be derezzed.

"Change of plan, boys," Clu said as they were halfway across the passage. "We are taking the front exit."

Primal turned to his master at the same time as Rinzler. His brother program's growls had increased. Even Jarvis stared at him with his brow raised. They were four of the most popular programs in the grid. Clu, being the magnificent ruler that he was, Primal and Rinzler for being the champions of the Game Arena, even Jarvis had fans from being the emcee.

"Sir it will be crowded," Jarvis stated what Primal, and probably Rinzler was thinking.

"I'm counting on it," Clu said. "I haven't had contact with my fans in a while."

"More security," Primal said as he looked at Jarvis.

"I'm already on it," Jarvis said as he picked up a communicator. "Going through the front, we need at least five dozen sentries."

"That would be a too excessive," Clu said as he grabbed the communicator from Jarvis's hand. "Just two dozen will do, thank you." He ended the communication and handed the device back to Jarvis.

"If you feel that will be sufficient," Jarvis said as clipped the communicator back.

There were several programs waiting out in front of the entrance for them. Primal kept his guard up as they walked out and kept an eye out for anyone who might cause trouble. The sentries were doing a fine job as they kept the crowd back and in line.

"Clu!" A young female squealed and held out a stylus and pad. "Please sign."

"No," another program nearly knocked hers out of her hands. "Sign mine."

"No me."

"I'm next."

"Patience programs," Clu said as he grabbed the stylus and pad of the nearest program.

"Rinzler please sign mine," another program shouted.

"I'm your biggest fan, Rinzler."

"Primal, please sign mine," a program nearly smacked Primal in the helmet with her pad.

Primal accepted it and scrawled his name. He moved down the line, signing everyone's pad who handed it to him until they reached the small airship that would take them back to their quarters.

"Primal?" A voice asked from the side.

Primal could see a woman out of the corner of his eye. She was a lovely and familiar woman with blond hair. A different woman appeared in his head. She also had blond hair and blue eyes. She was dressed in a white blouse with a tan skirt and jacket. The name that appeared in his head was Lora

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Primal shuddered at the pain and glanced over to where the real woman was. It was Fara.

"Signature?" Primal asked. He hadn't seen her since he saved her from those deformed Grid bugs.

"I wanted to talk with you," Fara said as a sentry moved in to cut her off. "I wanted to thank you properly for saving me."

"Thank me properly?" Primal asked.

"I want to treat you to some java." She glanced at the sentry and towards Clu. "If it is all right with your superior."

"It is fine with me," Clu said as he tilted his head from side to side. "I remember you."

"It was a one time thing," Fara said dully.

"Hopefully don't be a stranger." Clu took a few steps closer to her. "My two enforcers and I share everything."

The color in Fara's face had drained as she took a step back.

"Go and enjoy yourself," Clu said and gave Primal a pat on the back. "Try and be back within a reasonable amount of time or Rinzler and I will start without you."

"Thank you, sir," Primal said before he followed after Fara.

Fara had led him to a moderately sized building several blocks away. The glowing neon sign spelled out Pitrap Dey Java Connections. She looked over her shoulder after he had entered and smiled at him.

"I'm glad you decided to come," Fara said as she selected a black booth with translucent cushions that were lit up by an inner blue-green light. "Sit down and relax."

"I never been here," Primal said as he looked around. Several programs were drinking from cups from different sizes and colors while talking. Many cast him a wary glance and he had to step to the side to let a few panicking programs out. He wondered if he should follow them.

"This place is one of the places I told you about," Fara said. "The java is pretty good."

"I'll take your word for it." He sat down across from her.

"That is one thing that separates you from your brother. He doesn't talk much, not as much as you."

A female program approached them with a small pad and stylus. "May I take your order?"

"Do you have a preference?" Fara asked.

"I've never been here before. I trust your suggestion." He was certain he said that to someone else before. The same woman from before the error message appeared in his head.

"In that case two medium sized cups of 62 percent and make them bold."

"Do you wish for any flavor cubes?" Their waitress asked.

"One of V21 and another of Cin2c in each, please."

"I'll be right back," the waitress said. She wrote it down and walked out.

They were silent for several nanos. Primal watched as Fara drummed her fingers on the table. He would look at the entrance every time the door opened. He would glance at everyone within the perimeters.

"You don't get out much, alone do you?" Fara asked.

"No." He was certain he heard that question before and that was said in a similar location.

"Do you always wear your helmet everywhere? I'm sorry if it's a rude question."

"Mostly." He reached behind his head and pressed the switch that caused his helmet to retract.

"Someone this handsome shouldn't hide his face all the time."

"I-I," he stared at the table and felt his face grow hot. Why did everything feel so familiar?

You know you really are cute when you are flustered. The voice of a different female appeared in his head.

What? Me? No, I'm really. His own voice was heard.

Relax. Everyone gets a little jittery on their first date. An image of a hand grabbing his own appeared.

This isn't my first, first date you know.

Just with me.

"Here are your cups," the waitress said as she set down two black mugs down in front of them. "Enjoy."

"Thank you," Fara said to her. She raised her mug. "I hope you like this."

Primal took a taste of his drink. It was energy at a very warm temperature. It did have a robust and bold flavor and the two cubes that were in the liquid gave it a sweet and familiar taste. He could detect vanilla and cinnamon.

"This is good," he said after he had set the cup down. "Thank you for recommending it."

"There are so many flavor cubes. I want to try them all."

"What if you tried one you didn't like?"

She shrugged. "Then I won't ever order it again."

He chuckled and took another sip. "You said you wanted to talk?"

She nodded and set down her cup. "I watched you in the arena earlier. You were amazing."

Primal smiled. He had heard it several times before but he liked hearing it from her. Fara's compliment seemed more special than the others, maybe it was because he made him think of that other woman.

"I have also noticed that Clu has sent you and Rinzler out more and more. He doesn't give time for the other players to build up a reputation."

"Those other players are problematic programs. My brother and I are just taking care of those problems."

"Do you believe in the Users?"

He took a long drink before he answered. "Clu said the exist out there and their world is a world of chaos that he hopes he can fix."

"What about Kevin Flynn?"

"The false creator." The name rotated around in his head. Flynn was a User who bore a strong resemblance to Clu who once tried to usurp power away from the true creator. There other words that appeared in his head. Words that did not make sense, Space Paranoids, CEO, ENCOM, He who once downed a hundred Peeps in a single sitting, Lora's ex boyfriend. There was that name again.

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Primal grabbed at his head.

"What's wrong?" Fara asked.

"Nothing," Primal said before he downed another gulp. "Just a temporary pain."

"If my questions are too painful then let me know." She took a deep breath. "What does the name Tron mean to you?"

"Betrayer." Primal was once been informed of the security program who stood up against Clu and allow the false creator to flee. "He's been derezzed by Clu."

"That's what some say," Fara said as she ran her finger along the rim of her cup.

"That's what Clu says."

"Have you ever calculated the thought that Clu might be lying?"

Primal glared at her. "Clu does not lie. He is the creator. He created the system. He created me."

"Do you believe you are a program?"

"What else could I be?" Primal asked as he looked down on himself.

She took a long sip from her cup. "I have been talking with others. Some programs have said that they seen red liquid escape from your wounds."

"Those are pixels that are miniscule in size. It looks like liquid. It is red because my eternal energy is red." He pointed at his emblem that was glowing the same bright orange-red as the rest of his circuitry.

"I have talked with one of those programs who have seen the same red substance leak from a cut on Flynn's thumb."

"Are you saying I'm a User?" Primal could not believe he was hearing this. Another program had accused him of the same several centacycles ago.

"They say that because it's true. You resemble Tron. I've come to believe that Tron has been turned into Rinzler. They both have the same emblem and there is a possibility that you are Tron's User."

Primal was silent as she talked. He felt his circuitry slowly heat up as the rage built inside him and wished more than ever he could mimic the sound his brother makes. He used his own soft churning growl as she spoke.

"You don't believe me?"

"No." He stood up. "Clu is our glorious leader. I have derezzed programs for just speaking like you have, but I will let you go with a warning. Do not seek me out and I do not wish to speak with you again." He set down a few credits to cover the cost of his beverage and stormed out of the building.