Happy Tron Tuesday, Programs! I barely got this one up. I had a busy day - that includes my first time trying Caribou Coffee (I know firsthand that it's the kind of sugary crap that no one should addict themselves to). But anyway, this is something that I was really excited to write. I'm surprised no one asked me to go more into detail about Jude's experience in the ISO War. It was something I could go crazy on! :P

Chapter 6 – ISO War [Jude's Story]

Jude's POV

She opened her eyes and sat up quickly. The sound of bombings and explosions filled her ears. Jude jumped out of bed and into the hallway. She got into the elevator and down to the main floor.

Stepping outside, Jude gaped at the sight. The ISO Districts were under attack! Looking toward the building Alpha and her friends stayed in, she could see something going on through the windows.

Jude turned away and pulled out her baton. She wasn't going to wait for backup if hundreds of lives were at stake. She knew it was stupid to play as a hero but she wasn't in it for attention. She'd always been compassionate.

There were explosions all around her, setting fire to whatever was left of anything destroyed. It was horrifying. Jude raised her arms to protect herself better and squinted in the smoke as she fought her way into a half-destroyed building. The elevators were out of order so Jude used the stairs – taking two at a time on her way up.

As Jude got closer, she could hear the terrified sobs of trapped ISOs. She tried to push open a door that leads out of the stairwell but it was stuck. That explains a lot.

Jude took out her disk and severed the hinges on the door, stepping out of the way when it dropped. There was more rubble in the doorway.

Frustrated, Jude pulled code out of the air to make a grenade. It was difficult to do so, but she was one of the few Programs that could do so. It was easier for her to manipulate the Grid, unlike most of the Programs.

Jude planted the light grenade and took cover when the explosion cleared away most of the rubble. She used her disk to get past the rest and past that-

There were lots of ISOs standing before her, frozen with fear. "What are you waiting for?!" Jude asked. "Get out, now!"

She helped to support some of the injured as they sprinted down the stairs together. When they got outside, Jude sucked in the fresh air and glanced around. If all the buildings were like this…

Jude sighed and roughly massaged her eyes. The smoke stung them. Exhaling, Jude rezzed her mask – it made things a little easier.

Then she went into another building. A taller one. It was more difficult due to the excessive damage it took – much worse compared to the first building. But Jude kept going.

She got to the second floor and found many ISOs shaking to their cores within the smoky room. "Go! Get out!" She shouted. "The building's taken excessive dam-"

Before she could finish, the floor suddenly gave way beneath the ISOs. They all screamed as they fell. Jude rushed as close to the hole as possible and was washed with relief when she found no one was seriously injured from the abrupt fall.

She decided to move on and go higher. She heard lots of voices behind a bunch of elevator doors, which made Jude pause for a moment. Who in their right mind would take the elevator when their building was being fired upon?

Jude pulled out her disk and sliced between the doors. Someone else was helping her from the other side with prying it open. The doors separated a few centimeters, then several more, and then a meter.

She sidestepped out of the way as seven Programs – including the guy that helped her open the door – got out of the elevator as fast as they possibly could. A few of them thanked her over their shoulders as they ran down the stairs of the building.

Jude knew it was stupid, that she'd done more than enough for people to be grateful for, but she kept going up. She tried to open a door to another floor but it wouldn't budge. She once again took out her disk and hacked at it until the whole obstacle derezzed.

She stared into the hallway that was filled with more rubble. Jude rezzed another grenade, knowing it was risky. The explosion could destabilize the entire building but she had no other way of getting through.

Jude planted the explosive and took cover as the explosion caused the whole building to shudder. It stood standing though. She cleared the rest of the floors and sprinted down the stairs along with the last group.

Then she heard a loud groan as the metal skeleton of the building start to give way. "Run!" Jude shouted and started taking the stairs down 3 at a time, knowing the risk of tripping but didn't care. She was practically running for dear life.

A pillar came crashing down from above and took out the stairs right behind Jude, killing several ISOs as well. There was no time to think. More pillars came crashing down and Jude made sure the ISOs were ahead of her this time.

As she went down, the stairs were taken out in front of her as well and found herself trapped on the 8th floor. She looked up and saw more rubble coming down. She dived through a door and into a hallway for refuge, which wasn't much better after a while.

Jude ran for a window in hopes she could possibly climb down from the outside. If she wasn't so exhausted with her mind going a million kilometers per second, she could've found the strength and concentration to rez a light jet baton.

But now she couldn't do it to save her life. Literally.

A chunk of the ceiling above crumbled away and hit her on top of her helmet, leaving behind a large crack. Jude crouched against the wall and tried to protect her head with her hands.

As the entire building shivered and fell apart, it was hard to stay in the same place, especially when the floor was about to break as well. A beam crashed through the ceiling and struck Jude's head, this time successfully shattering her helmet and disorienting her from the nasty blow directly to the side of her head.

As she lay there, trying to get her bearings, more of the ceiling broke apart and weakening the floor. The building tore itself apart little by little. Jude attempted to get back up but at the last second dragged herself into another spot right before a large piece of rubble landed where she used to be.

If she'd remained in that spot any longer, it would've killed her for sure. In her second attempt to stand, something small but heavy struck her and she fell back down. Jude's vision danced in front of her eyes and she felt the floor finally give way beneath her.

Then there was nothing below, nothing above, and nothing around her as she fell. Jude squeezed her eyes shut and braced herself for the pain.

She landed on the rocky, uneven rubble so hard that she didn't feel the pain right away. When it came, it was enough for her to black out while more of the building came crashing down on top of her.

…

Her entire head felt like a Recognizer had landed on it. As Jude slowly recalled what happened before she blacked out, she figured it might as well have. Wouldn't have made a difference.

Jude tried to shift, move a little, the position she was in was very uncomfortable. Something was jutting into her ribs – where most of her weight was – as she lay on her back, something large pressing against her head and squishing it. There was even more little bits of rubble piled on top of her body to the point of blocking out any light; any sound.

Shfff. Shfff.

Never mind. Unless she was delirious, she was definitely hearing something.

Shfff. Shfff. Shfff.

It sounded like someone was digging around in the rubble. Jude wanted to shout, do something to make noise, let them know she was there, but she didn't have the strength and was too hurt to do anything.

Everything she'd done earlier in her brave efforts took all the fight out of her and she remained limp, unmoving.

Shfff. Shfff.

It kept getting a bit louder and closer as the noise was made. There was definitely someone digging through to her. But who?

Something hard smacked the side of her torso and the wreckage digging into her back became more painful. More rubble was cleared away above her. Jude's blurry, unfocused vision made out the silhouettes of many black and orange colored Programs.

Something wrapped around her throat and she was heaved off the ground into the air. Jude gasped for air and weakly clawed at the hands at her neck while someone tore her left sleeve. The violent throbbing sensation in her head got even worse and turned to a sharp pain.

"She's not one of them." She vaguely heard someone say. It sounded far away and seemed to echo in her head.

The hands released her and she was dropped back down to the ground. Jude landed uncomfortably on her side and curled up into a fetal position on top of the rubble.

There were hands on her back and then her disk was removed. The Programs that rescued her from her dark grave started talking but Jude didn't hear them now.

She passed out from the sheer exhaustion.

…

Jude opened her eyes and then quickly squeezed them shut against the bright light. Her head exploded with pain and she was hit with a wave of overwhelming dizziness.

She wasn't outside in the rubble anymore. Where had those Programs taken her?

Jude groaned and turned her head to the side, then gazed through her half-closed eyes. She was in a very small room, lying on a cot. It looked like a cell. Actually, it was.

Attempting to sit up, Jude battled the exhaustion as she rolled onto her side and prop herself up on her elbow. She ended up rolling off the cot and landing in a humiliating face plant.

Not wanting to try again because she was so tired, Jude just laid there. Silent, unmoving. She looked dead.

Maybe she was. Jude certainly felt like it. But if she was dead, wouldn't her pain cease to exist? Jude pressed her forehead into the floor and groaned. This was torture.

A door she hadn't noticed before suddenly opened and three Programs stepped in. One of them remained by the doorway, guarding it. That Program had those orange circuits from before.

Meanwhile the two other Programs kneeling by her side had the jade green of medics. The first medic removed her disk and opened up her code while a second hauled her back onto the cot.

"Her vitals are normal." She vaguely heard the first one say. Though both of their faces were concealed with masks, she could tell the first one was female. Jude turned her gaze to the other. He was male…as was the guard still standing by the doorway.

Blinking hard a few times, Jude tried to clear her vision enough to see past the door. She thought she could see a long hallway through the door. She figured the guards had taken her to a base of some sort.

The second medic, the male, was examining her head injury while the other was peeking at the damage of the code through her disk.

"Uh, Zoran?" The female said, "Could you look at this?" Jude squinted hard at the ceiling. Did she have any idea what she was doing? Jude was having half a mind to get up and fix the problem by herself. She could do twice what that lady could.

She could keep dreaming about scenarios all cycle long. Unfortunately, it didn't mean she could do any of that. Jude was pretty sure her head injury messed up her motor skills and coordination. Maybe even impacted her attention span – she was now constantly catching herself getting distracted when she was trying to focus on the medics.

The male, Zoran, stepped away from Jude and looked at the disk. "What?" He asked. Silently, the female pointed to something in her code. Instead of the usual healthy white color in her code, it was orange, damaged.

Zoran rubbed the back of his neck, thinking. "-is that?" She heard him ask something.

Jude looked at them. "What was that?" She asked, her voice raspy and hoarse. And she wasn't quite sure, but the words probably came out slurred and barely coherent.

The female looked up. "You shouldn't be talking." She said sternly before focusing on the disk again. "I think we should switch around this with that-" She was pointing at bits of her code and showing what should be done.

A realization hit Jude hard. Code doesn't get switched around like that. It's supposed to be replaced. They were either making a temporary fix or a cheap move. These guys had no idea what they were doing!

Jude cried out when the throbbing in her head worsened. She curled back up into the fetal position and clutched at her head. It was deep down inside the center of her head – it felt like the source of her pain…or the female that was fooling around with her disk.

Finding surprising strength from fury and pain, Jude jumped off the cot and launched herself at the female.

Zoran quickly got between them and grabbed hold of Jude. "Solana, get back!" He ordered the female as he pinned Jude back onto the cot. But she wasn't ready to stop fighting.

At some point, the guard by the door had to get involved. He put a light taser on her chest and went back to the door while Jude convulsed from the shocks of electricity. As the edges of her vision started going dark, Jude cursed Solana for screwing with her own code without consent.

…

"Alright, good. Now hold both of your hands in front of you – keep your elbows straight." Jude complied with Zoran and held out her arms. This time they weren't shaking with tremors. At least he knew a little more about her head injuries than Solana. The connection is a little better now.

Speaking of Solana, Jude hadn't seen her since the incident (with the exception of one other time) when she switched around bits and pieces of her code to make a cheap fix. The consequences of which really weren't worth it and nearly killed her at some point. At least she could count on Zoran to fix the problems his partner left behind.

There was no real way to describe how much Jude despised that medic. Jude was supposed to generate tools and little objects out of thin air but could still handle medicine better than Solana ever would.

Though it was so much harder – close to impossible – for Jude to pull batons and grenades out of stray code like she used to, she was still better at working on her head wound than that female medic. (Plus, if there weren't so many complications, she could've found it in her to rez a light grenade and use it to escape.)

The first time Jude had actually touched the wound, it was horrifying. She'd panicked to the point that the orange-circuited guard, Derek, had to sedate her. It was awful.

The second time Jude had touched the wound, she was also gazing at it in the mirror. The exposed pixels of her head were still glowing a bright blue under her short black hair.

At some point, Solana had decided she couldn't get a good look at her head wound because her hair got in the way. That was the last time Jude had seen her. It was the time when they shaved her head completely bald so they had a better look. Again, she'd put up a fight against it and wound up sedated again while they did it.

Now her head was covered with black fuzz that still did little to keep both her wound and the skin on her head hidden. Looking in the mirror, it actually looked like a weird buzz cut.

It looked terrible on her. The style not complimenting her face at all – if there even was anything left of compliment. The gaping wound in plain sight now made her feel like she had nothing.

She hated it.

Jude made the vow to throttle Solana the next time she sees her for 2 specific reasons: 1) Because she manipulated Jude's code using improper techniques without consent. 2) Because she costed Jude her hair. It used to go down to her mid back and was so beautiful back then.

Her hair would take forever to grow back. But Jude knew that her hair was the least of her problems. She still didn't have the slightest idea of where she was, what these Programs wanted and how she'd get out.

Maybe I could just ask to go outside for a bit? She thought. Surely they'd understand that staying indoors all the time isn't healthy.

But what if they don't? Another part of her wonders. They're not the friendliest Programs on the Grid. Who knows why they're doing this?

It still doesn't hurt to try. She reasoned with herself.

You can barely control how you flex your fingers! What makes you think they'll trust you to be independent anyway?

They can't keep me here forever! Jude retaliated with her negative side. I will get out eventually, no matter how long I have to wait. I'll bust out of here by any means necessary-

An explosion shook the building and Jude crouched in a corner, covering her head – mostly her gaping wound. Within Nanos, Derek had opened the door to check on the cowering patient.

For a moment, Jude considered pretending to be insane, saying things along the lines of: 'They're here to kill me!' or 'The end is near!' and maybe follow it up with a maniacal laugh. But she quickly ruled it out.

Something told Jude that if she tried anything, he would sedate her. Then she wouldn't have any chance of getting out on her own.

Jude glanced up at the guard with wide eyes. "What's happening?!" She asked in a barely audible voice. Since she'd gotten that injury on the left side of her head, she couldn't quite speak the way she used to. It was more difficult to speak and work her fine motor skills – especially in the right side of her body.

It was very aggravating, especially if she was already in a bad mood at the time. But she was making the effort to rehabilitate herself and relearn how to do the things she was so used to doing without effort.

The physical therapy was so hard though.

Almost like she couldn't have total command over everything; that parts of her was starting to rebel. Jude couldn't help but feel slightly nerve wracked over something like that.

She was just so…lethargic.

Derek didn't as much as glance at her. He just stood by the door and guarded her from inside. Jude couldn't help but feel irritable at that action. Doesn't he have better things to silently guard? Her grumpy side wondered.

She could now vaguely hear scuffles somewhere in the building and maybe some explosions from grenades. Jude furrowed her eyebrows. "I-Is the base," She started slowly and carefully, "Being…raided?"

Jude saw Derek's hands tense and immediately knew the answer.

"Search every room!" She heard someone shout from down the hall. It was muffled and barely audible so it must've come from far away.

"We need to commence an emergency evacuation." Derek had turned to her and spoke. "Please cooperate so we can all get through this in one piece."

Jude looked down at the floor and bobbed her head once. He helped her onto her feet and stepped towards the door. Derek quickly tapped in the code and slowly, slowly opened the door to peek out through his opaque helmet.

Jude squinted outside the room. It was completely empty. And quiet.

Derek stiffened. Clearly it wasn't a good sign. The guard leaned further out the doorway and glanced to the right-

Right as a pair of hands grabbed him from the left.

Yanked away from her, Jude had no one to offer her even the slightest bit of comfort, something she sought through the simple comforts of a quiet presence or physical contact. She immediately curled up on the floor again, protecting her head.

She heard more footsteps in the hall; they were getting closer. Squeezing her eyes shut, Jude wondered if this was it – her end. She wondered if it would be quick and painless…she hoped so.

Then it was all eerily silent again. For a few Nanos anyway. Then, a single pair of feet gingerly stepped closer to her, very slowly. Jude opened her eyes and raised her head high enough to look at the Program.

It wasn't Derek, Zoran, or Solana. She didn't know who this person was. Taking a few shaky breaths, she urged herself to speak. "Who…are…you?" She whispered.

The Program wasn't looking her in the eyes, but a little higher. She figured he was staring at her wound. "Are you a prisoner?" He asked.

Jude clutched her knees tightly. "I've been kept here for a long time." She said slowly. "I want to leave."

Finally looking into her eyes, he nodded. "We'll get you out." He held out his hand.

Begging her motor skills not to fail her now, Jude very carefully reached out and grasped his weakly. The Program lifted her back onto her feet easily and guided her out of the room for the first time.

She saw that he wasn't alone. There were other Programs in the hallway, some standing over a pile of orange cubes that Jude couldn't stop staring at. She had that nagging feeling in the back of her mind that she almost couldn't bear to face.

Could that be all that's left of Derek? Did Zoran and Solana meet that same fate?

Jude shouldn't have wished pain and misery over Solana. Even if she didn't know what she was doing, it didn't mean she had to die. Jude immediately regretted the negative feelings she had with the young female. She'd never even gotten to know her.

She cautiously eyed the Programs in the hallway with her. One of them was responsible for ending Derek's life. Were they thinking about ending her too? She squeezed the Program's hand.

He didn't look at her. "I need someone to get this Program out of here. She's got an injury that needs some attention."

"I'll help her out." A dark skinned male volunteered. He was sporting a crew cut that made strictly short hair actually look good. Jude immediately envied him. Leave it to a guy to make extremely short hair look good. She sighed inwardly.

The other Program took her hand and the first guy let go, quickly moving on. Jude's pace of walking was painfully slow due to poor physical therapy (or lack of it altogether). Luckily, the Program escorting her was patient and didn't rush her at all.

When they finally exited the base, he'd rezzed a light cycle and asked her to climb on. They drove for at least 10 Micros before coming close to another base; quite unlike the one Jude spent so much time in recently. Most buildings in the area were destroyed – very few were left standing.

And then there were many Programs gathered outside. They looked like refugees. Or rebels.

She also noticed not a single Program wore orange circuits. Jude looked at the Program. "Are you…an ISO s-sy-sympathizer?" She asked quietly.

"Yes," He turned his lightcycle back into a baton and took her hand again. "We all are." Jude smiled as another Program approached them. "She needs some medical attention." He told her and then glanced at Jude. "This is Maggie – a medic. You can trust her."

…

Over the next couple of cycles, Jude had undergone more professional physical therapy and was already getting better. She'd come to know the dark skinned male as Cutler – who was very kind and patient with her.

Maggie introduced her to a friend of hers named Jeremy. Jeremy, who wasn't a medic, knew ten times as much about healing injuries as Solana.

Jude immediately felt a pang of guilt for thinking like that. It became such a habit over the past few MylaCycles of imprisonment – constantly judging the now deceased medic.

But the good news is that she's been doing much better since the accident. She can walk faster. In fact, she can run for a short period of time now – as well as other challenging physical exertion. Jude's been exercising the movements on the right side of her body more than her left, seeing she has more difficulty there.

Unfortunately, her head injury hadn't been receiving proper medical attention for too long and was there to stay. Jude was well aware that she'd spend the rest of her life as a cripple of sorts. No more getting into trouble like she used to.

It'd be boring and infuriating.

Just thinking about her future was depressing. She could see nothing helpful to make a difference.

"Hey," Jeremy stood next to her, interrupting her thoughts. "Maggie and I are heading out now."

Of course, she completely forgot they were both going to be double agents – working right under Clu's nose like inside men. At least they could do something helpful.

She was going to miss them. Cutler wasn't the only one to visit and keep her in high spirits. Plus they liked sharing their ideas of how they could possibly upgrade Programs and make them stronger.

Jude vaguely wondered if they'd thought about what exactly they could be getting themselves into and if they were prepared for it. Of course, there was no use nagging them now.

"Okay," Jude stood up and followed Jeremy outside a still-standing building she was staying in. She stopped when she was about one meter away from Maggie. She stretched out her right hand as if it came naturally to her. Maggie appeared impressed with her improvement and shook her hand. "I hope this isn't goodbye." Jude said with a small smile.

"Me too." Maggie replied.

"Hey, what about me?" Jeremy asked, looking slightly offended from the lack of attention.

"You get nothing." Maggie teased him with a slap on his back.

Jude couldn't say she'd been that close to the two Programs. They'd kept her cheerful in their company and helped her with rehab but that was about it. No more than friendly acquaintances that enjoyed company.

Jude embraced Jeremy in a quick hug and then stepped back. "Good luck," She said, "Both of you. Be careful."

Jeremy snickered. "Nah, I just wanted to storm Clu's hideouts and blow everything up." Maggie elbowed him. "Dang, that kills those plans." He finished with a wince.

Oh yeah, she was going to miss them.

Jude watched as they pulled out their batons, rezzed two lightcycles and drove off.

…

"I'm useless." Jude said.

"Now that's not true!" Cutler protested. "You've been supplying us with batons and grenades for a while."

"Yeah, like…1 or 2 of each every cycle!" Jude hung her head. "I used to be better at it."

Cutler touched her shoulder comfortingly. "It'll get easier with practice." He said soothingly.

"I've been trying!" Jude shouted aggressively. "I've been focusing and trying and I just can't do it like I used to!" Jude felt tears sting her eyes. "I just can't do it. I'm useless."

He was silent for a while. Cutler removed his hand from her back and lay down on his back. Jude hugged her knees tighter. He knows I'm right. She thought bitterly. That's why he's at loss of words.

"I'll tell you what." He said. "There is something I know you can do well."

"What's that?" Jude asked in a dull tone.

Cutler caught Jude's eye and smiled that knowing smile. She's seen the look before. It means he has a good idea. Jude turned to fully face him. "What is it?" She asked, more eagerly.

"We both know that Clu hasn't been able to completely eradicate the ISOs." He mused. "There are many refugees fleeing Tron City to restart their lives elsewhere or just hide. And I know of a City where lots of them are going."

"Where?" Jude asked. "I could go there! I could help!"

"I could take you to Iodine City." Cutler said, "I heard some help is needed to help runaways settle in."

"Yes, yes!" Jude said. "I'll do it! I need to do something."

Cutler stood up. "Okay then. Let's go." He smiled.

Jude couldn't help but smile back.

…

"Excuse me," Two Programs wearing dark hooded cloaks stood in front of Jude. "Is this where a Program can seek shelter from the storm?"

They knew the code. An ISO sympathizer had clearly given them directions. Jude quickly waved them inside the abandoned store. She hit a button underneath a counter and a map of the Grid lit up.

"You're ISOs, right?" Jude asked.

"No. Only me." A female lifted her hood. A male did the same. They were both medics; she could tell from their circuits.

"I'm a Special." The male said. "We seek to restart our lives elsewhere, if possible."

Jude nodded. "What are your names?"

"Dallas." The female spoke up.

"Jay." The male murmured, looking over his shoulder.

"What's making you nervous?" Jude asked.

"Uh, I've been chased by some kind of Occupant Soldier." Jay said, keeping his eyes on the windows. "I barely got away from him the last time. He's been hot on our trail."

Jude zoomed into a City on the other corner of the Grid. "I recommend going to Gallium. It's quiet and peaceful there." She smiled. "And the Basics there have been said to welcome ISOs and runaway Specials with open arms. I think it'd be better though to keep that a secret though."

Jude zoomed into another part of the map – to another part of town in Iodine. "If you head northeast of here, you should get to a train station. Head to the lowest floor and go into a maintenance closet at the end of a hall. You'll get transportation from there."

"Thank you." Dallas said while pulling her hood back up to shade her face. "I'm forever indebted to you."

"Yeah," Jay nodded and immediately headed for the door.

Jude calmly watched them leave. She wished them the best of luck. And hopefully this bounty hunter wouldn't track them along the way.

Of course, a Program wearing orange circuits stopped by. He had light brown hair and hazel colored eyes. Kind of cute but Jude didn't care about that. "Excuse me, I'm looking for this Program." He took out his disk and showed her an image of Jay. "Did you happen to see him?"

Jude thought for a moment. Her automatic answer would've been no but it didn't go over well last time. A soldier got suspicious and asked to see her disk. She ended up having to knock him out and move her location to elsewhere in the City.

"I have." She answered, as if she'd just recalled. "He was in the company of another Program, though I couldn't see their face. He asked for directions of how to get to Arsenic. So I told him to head to a train station south of here and get a ticket for the C-train." Jude made sure to add some details so he wouldn't be asking questions all cycle. She just acted like a completely loyal citizen to Clu. It made her feel devious because she clearly wasn't.

The Program nodded his thanks and left without another word. Wow, he was so hot on their trail. Jude felt proud that she'd helped two more lives settle down away from this madness. They didn't deserve such torment like that.

She was shaken from her thoughts when a lone Program wearing a mask entered the shop. "Is this where I can seek shelter from the storm?" He asked.

Jude smiled. "Yes, yes it is."

So...Jude knows some familiar Programs. I'm well aware in the trilogy that Dallas and Jay don't acknowledge ever meeting Jude and that's normal. It's not like they can remember every face they see and they only talked for less than 5 Micros.
I especially thought this chapter was interesting because I made Jude express what brain trauma is like in the left side of the brain. The gash in her head damaged parts of her Frontal, Parietal, and Temporal Lobes. If you're okay with doing research (or know about the brain already), you guys can be judges of how well I pulled off Jude's behaviors and experiences since the accident.

Up next, we're going to look into how Clu successfully manipulated 2 of Tron's agents and how they were involved in his army.

As always, feedback and opinions are welcome (flames directed towards Clu are also okay). Anyone that does direct flames toward Clu will be used as actual examples next chapter (in a scene where a Program or two directly insult him). ;)
I'll see you guys next time! TRON LIVES!