in the early 90s a new programer had heard about the brand new grid Flynn had been working on, he new about the different worlds between the users (on the other side of the screen)and the programs ,the programer had been living in poverty ever since his childhood and with his dead end job he could only afford the early 80s tech and created a program named Zim849 this paticular program came in to existance and already knew what had to be done. All of the information he knew had been pulsing through his circuits Zim's suit had ealy 80s motherboard circuits , they illuminated a bright orange with a 2 inch id disc with a orange energy blade ,he appeared as a 34 year old male he said t himself ''I have to folow my own destiny''
in tron city he derezzed anyone who stood in his way but tron had to protect this new grid and i think 4 is it other programs just sat there drinking and remembering their lost memory forgot in distortion but soon would learn their heroic destiny..............................ok i think i watched the movies WAY to many times

{ OOC: As far as I'm concerned it's never too late to join up, just read up where we left off and join in }

Name: LIT (Learning Intelligence Tool) - Program
Signature Weapons: Identity Disc,Baton: Katana and Staff mode.
Signature Vehicles: 5th generation Lightcycle, 1-man Light Jet
Appearance: He stands 4'10,short brown hair, brown eyes, black suit with white circurity.

As AP walked into what he perceived as a bar, he tried to make sense of his current situation. The last thing he remembered was scouting the forums on the Tron Sector site and suddenly blacking out only to find himself here, wherever here was, in a set of Tron armor.
Ugh, I wish my head would stop pounding. Someone please tell the dude with the jackhammer to lay off. He thought to himself, bringing a slight smile to his face, grimacing as his head pounded almost in sync with the music in the bar.
He then noticed a young woman, with blonde hair and yellow circuitry, look over to him and nod politely to both him and another person entering the bar.
Maybe she knows where "here" is. I guess there's no harm in asking right? He though as he made his way to her. When he reached her she was having a conversation with another person (or at least he thought it was a person) and he said "Excuse me miss. I hate to butt into your conversation, but could you tell me where I am? I seem to be a little.....lost I guess."

Name: Sion (Digital Conversion Program)
Arsenal: Light Disc, Light Wand
Age: 284 cycles (Appx 26 years)
User: An unknown affiliate of Evasion Studios
Creation: Sion is the data conversion program created by Evasion Studios. Aptly named, his main feature is the ability to transfer data packets safely between one of the several conversion grids. In the grid itself he's more akin to a Grifter, relying on speed, quick processing speed, and some low-grade hacking. Sion is extremely resourceful with what he has at his disposal. One of his abilities that has allowed him to stay a step ahead from threats to his code is the ability to convert military weapons data into his own disc for a one time use. He's not an expert at using such data by any means, but it's pulled him out of many jams.

Apperance: Around 5'10" with black hair, in the widow's peak formation spiked. He normally wears street gear, with minimal power lines on his leather like jacket and pants. A lean face with good bone structure and ice blue eyes. Quite athletic as he is normally always on the move.
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It started as a small flicker, barely glinting in the horizon just east of the status bar. The light shown again and then again, pulsing at an even greater rate until the wash of light was blinding. Packets. Thousands, no...tens of thousands of packets were rushing towards the bar at lightcycle speeds. Impact. Images began to land across the digital edifice of the bar, decorating the outside in an entirely vandal like motif. Troll faces splashed onto the walls like they were canvas waiting for this paint. The stream of data was massive, and it was surging forward, as only the first few collisions were taking purchase on the bar's exterior.

"....sector eleven, 16 millicycles. Seems the Status bar is the only refuel station decently preserved." A pause was made while Sion sat atop a ledge, overlooking the grid below. "...several programs inside most likely..and....NO!..." Sion leapt from perch, grasping a power line and skidding down the side of the angled ledge, digging the soles of his boots into the etched side before he pushed off and grasped a nearby transport's underbelly. It jarred with the motion, swaying a bit until it retained it's course and position. With one hand, Sion reached for his disc and accessed the latest file he had converted to his code. "..only got one shot at this.." He muttered before reattaching the disc and releasing the transport. Falling through the air for the status bar, on a one way suicidal free fall. Studying the fast approaching building, Sion released his clenched hands and let out a scream of adrenaline as the light chute erupted from his back, and pulled him violently back into the air for a slower decent. Light wings swayed and vibrated as he tried to control his descent.

Within the Status bar proper, the sound of the attack came like a massive wave of water, bashing against the walls outside. The deafening roar of audio files producing a droning "LOL" sound echoed within the building. That though was cut short by the sound of glass shattering and a figure falling into a somersault, while the light chute broke apart, leaving Sion crouching and panting from the fall. "...Everyone! Get out!.." Sion shouted in between pants. They were under attack.

While Revan was regaining her composure she turned over the new program what has walked over to her, and smiled. "Greetings, program. It is nice to see this place full of life again. It seems that it was blocked off and we are all now just able to access it again. Might be the last safe-haven for programs, users, and ISOs alike." She waived the bartender over. "Why dont you have a drink and join the party?"

Just as the bartender walked over to take his order, a loud noise rocked the Status Bar. Aerial drew her disc in preparation for battle; she would not let this placed get taken over again. She turned to Revan, "You should get out of here, you are still pretty drained. I dont want you to get hurt, Revan. You can go get reinforcements though.." She laughed softly and patted Revan's shoulder, "you will be right there on the front line. Just save some for me!" She grinned.

Name: Zec
Occupation: Club Host, Secondary Club Host for the Short Circuit Club
Personality: I act like Castor but I am not bad like him
Weapons: Identity Disc, Baton, Light Gun, Light Grenade Launcher
Vehicles: Custom Light Cycle, Custom Light Runner, Custom 3 man Light Jet
Appearance: Around 5.5 feet tall, brown hair, brown eyes, white suit with blue circuity
User: a smart gamer and computer user