AN: Alright, I must tell you all that I rigged Google Chrome to show my Deviantart messages page when I open it… I saw so many lovely comments that I decided that I simply MUST write more… So I whipped up Youtube, put on some David Bowie and opened Word… LET'S GET CRACKING.

PS: Did you know that Zuse reminds me of David Bowie… only a lot gayer…

There was no doubt that the Programs were a lot more acceptable, even if there were only a few… The moment Zuse stepped through the threshold, they'd stifled their chatter and smiled. The ISO looked down upon such happy faces, expressions caused by his very presence, and felt his mood lift. Pushing his ignorant comrades into the back of his mind, he welcomed the people-shaped data with open arms. Quorra stood by the door, watching as the mute communicating perfectly well without his speech hardware. "So, what's the malfunction this time?" one Program asked. Zuse tapped his throat a few times and then ran his hand across it horizontally, as if mimicking a cutting motion. A few of the younger boys raised an eyebrow, confused.

"His speaker got damaged in that fight a couple of days ago… Flynn says it's too broken to fix, but there's been rumor that he's making a new one… Entirely custom too…" Quorra had piped up, striding over to Zuse and throwing an arm over his shoulders. He flinched a bit at her force, blinking for a moment.

Unlike the remaining ISOs, these Programs looked up to the angelic man. Since he'd been reprogrammed, they could identify with him somewhat. His connection to the Creator, however, made him a sort of mentor to them. It was a weird sort of relationship, yet it made sense. And, although Zuse hadn't realized it yet, the Programs had made a promise to themselves to keep him safe on the battlefield since he couldn't hide the fact of being an ISO so well… After all, it was stamped on his forehead…

In the middle of their chatter, a loud, siren-like sound rang through the base, causing the beings to jump with fright. The alarm. That's when Zuse switched back into 'White Knight' mode. He rushed to the door, flinging it open and rushing down the hall. Disc in hand, his armor began to come into sight. A helmet materialized over his head, along with plate-like armor on his chest and shoulders. White, shimmering liquid slithered down over his legs, hardening into a protective metal. It covered his arms as well, masking him from head to toe… His once light-cloth boots now clomped down the halls, echoing around him. If the alarm had sounded, then Clu's minions had arrived… and his master was in trouble.

He'd skid around a corner, sprinting into the Creator's lab. Kicking the door open, he held his disc tight and glanced around. All was… well… Yet there was no sign of Kevin himself… Zuse suddenly stomped with enough force to crack the floor, whipping around. Beneath his helmet, his expression was contorted with rage. He'd let Flynn out of his sight for only about 10 minutes and now he'd lost him! The knight then spotted something laying on a cleared counter. It was… a cane…

Light blue in color, its circuitry had been turned off for the moment… The ISO strode over to it and picked it up, watching as it flashed to life. It was the tubing, not the circuitry, that gave the item it's color. Shining bright in the dim room, the cane suddenly began to transform within the Knight's hands. The handle snapped back into position, so that the entire device was straight. It melded into the form of a Medieval sword hilt. The rest of the cane flattened itself into a sharp, and quite long, blade… Zuse gripped the handle, sheathing his disc, and swung it a bit. A note on the counter read, 'Come out and fight for your master with a true weapon…'

The alarm had sounded for a good reason. Clu had indeed found the new hideout and brought with him a couple a troops of black guards. The ISOs and programs had been quickly surrounded, and yet still remained fixed at the Creator's side. Despite being so dangerously outnumbered, they showed no fear. No signs of fleeing. The crowd of black guards parted, revealing a very smug Clu walking closer. He stopped before the circle of Programs and ISOs, smirking at the User behind them all. "You know… I don't understand why you keep running, Flynn… You know I can find you anywhere…" He began to stalk around the circle, sizing up Kevin like prey. The Creator remained still, only moving his eyes to glimpse at Clu… and to see any sudden movement…

"No one's going to come and save you this time… We've got you surrounded… Just hand over your disc, and I promise not to kill any of you…" Flynn's mirror image stopped before him, only separated by the faithful ISOs. Clu placed a hand over his chest, blinking his eyes at his creator as if to say he was sorry. "Please..? I'll make this the first promise I've never broken if you just hand over your disc…" He then held his hand out, motioning for Kevin to simply throw it over. The scene was still. Suspenseful. Such tension would make a normal User go mad…

"You know Clu…"

The mirror image raised an eyebrow, expression melding into a frown at Flynn's pause…

"I think I should reprogram you to remember my special Knight someday…"

Just then, a white figure had leapt over the crowd, directly above the Creator, with a glowing sword in hand. Kevin smiled at Clu's grimace and watched as the real battle unfolded…

Zuse aligned his fall towards the mirror image, smirking beneath his helmet. Bringing his new sword down, he was quite frustrated to find it connect with a disc. Orange circuitry glowing brightly, Clu had drawn his own weapon and let his helmet materialize over his venerable head. The Programs and ISOs had already engaged with the black guards, and yet nothing seemed to matter to the two of them other than each other. Gazes locked beneath tinted glass, they let their coats swirl about their legs… until they leapt towards each other that is…

AN: CLIFFHANGER!

AHAHA!

Seriously, you know me better than to continue a fight that was started in the same chapter…