(OOC: Clu, how did you know if I would say no to getting water? )
*walks over to Spark* My jet better work just as well as before, or we will be in more trouble then we thought.

ShadowSpark Wrote:Spark: You helped save my life. Without your jet, there would have been no way to get me back here in time for Flynn's abilities to do any good. The least I can do is repair the damage caused in my rescue.

Don't mention it, I am always glad to help. *picks up the jet's compressed form* Okay, lets go.

*Spark and Rinzler took the lead down the poorly lit hallway. They were followed by Zec.. Clu and Azure took the middle of the pack... And behind them were Flynn and Clu 1.0.. Followed lastly by Tron.. The ever valient security program. *

*As they walked, Clu kept an eye on Rinzler.. Something was just not quite right about him. Ever since he and Tron touched.. There was a slight.. shift.. about Rinzler.. Clu just couldn't place what it was.*

*They reached the end of the winding hallway and came to another door. Spark opened it and they stepped through.*
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*as the group winds along the corridor, Flynn follows along beside Clu; he glances at the surroundings, musing silently at the appearance of the hallway itself ... the dimly-lit walls with only a scarce smattering of light remind him somewhat of the old Encom Grid, yet at the same time it's so unlike the old system - even the faint illuminations seem somehow foreboding against the darkness and there's an ever-present tension*

CLU 3.0 Wrote:*They reached the end of the winding hallway and came to another door. Spark opened it and they stepped through.*

ShadowSpark Wrote:**Spark holds the door to the armory open, but doesn't enter. She needs to stay on the threshold to keep the sub-system linked in. Rinzler stays with her, his gaze, concealed by the opaque helmet, fixed on Clu2. The usual purr is deepened to an almost menacing growl.**

*Flynn steps forward, but then hearing Rinzler's low growl he startles momentarily and thinks to himself... // what - again with the creepy noise? // ... and then he turns, glances back to notice that the program's unreadable helmet is poised and staring right at Clu; now he's even more uneasy as well as puzzled ... // wait - just what's going on here?// ...*

ShadowSpark Wrote:Spark: *places a restraining hand on Rinzler's arm, a rarely-heard commanding note in her low voice* Later, Rinz. There are more important things to deal with right now. Rinzler: *forces his tense posture to relax a little* Rrrrrr.... Spark: *turns to Clu2 and the others* Grab what you need. We need to hurry.

*hearing the stern sound of Spark's voice, Flynn watches, casting once more a wary glance at Rinzler as the growling program seems to relax his stance only somewhat; then Flynn slowly glances around the strange room, exhales a soft sigh, shakes his head and looks back at Clu*


I have no idea what we need, buddy, ... 'don't even know what this place is. Looks kinda like a gymnasium, ...

*looks up at the tall, cavernous ceiling and the darkened walls with strange recesses in them; sees the four odd sarcophagi-shaped protrusions along the side walls which only add to the already eerie ambiance*

... and a spooky one at that, man ... *his voice trails off, still glancing around*

IluthraDanar Wrote: To himself: I have a bad feeling about this.

(OCC: Very Star Wars. )
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CLU 3.0 Wrote: Flynn.. Since we're here.. I would recommend that you upgrade to an armored light suit. It would be much safer for travel.

*Flynn considers this ; it's actually odd that before when he'd been rezzed into the old Encom system he'd arrived wearing a bodysuit laden with glowing circuitry, yet here he was clad in the same clothes he'd sat down to the desk in at the arcade - that's why he'd thought this was a dream at first; he looks at Clu, surveys all the other programs in their glowing sleek black light-suits, then shrugs, nods in agreement*

"Sure, … okay.”

*Clu nods toward the middle of the large room and speaks, reaching out a hand*


Clu: “You'll want to step to the center of the platform. But first, hand me your disk."

*Flynn nods again, offers Clu the disk from his back, then walks across the vast subterranean chamber … it's less creepy than before now that the lights seem somewhat brighter, and now he can appreciate the room's design which resembles that of an ultramodern museum - being the spouse of an architect, the construction impresses him, but being a programmer it impresses him even more …
... the platform is a large flat octagonal feature in the center of the room, raised a foot from the floor – as he steps onto it, little does he know it's the platform of an elevator which leads to the upper level and game arena ... in the center of the platform's simulated glass surface is an illumined circle, so he stands within it; his glowing white sneakers seem oddly out of place, clunky, so he takes them off and stands in bare feet looking around idly ; he doesn't notice as Clu presses a console button in the wall panel to disable the armory's automated voice instruction for new disk recipients*

*the two sarcophagi on either side-wall begin to open, then retract, and from each steps a curiously-expressionless female program, each clad in skintight white and silvery-grey bodysuits trimmed with sparse circuitry; Flynn raises an eyebrow, turns, watches as they approach in synchronized steps to join him on the platform; then they surround him and stand far closer than he'd prefer ….he stares, somewhat baffled and with a tight-lipped grin … then one of the four sirens steps to stand very close to him with her index finger extending towards his chest, a vaguely-sultry gleam in her silver-white eyes … she reaches for his open jacket, brushes it off of his shoulders and it falls to the floor … then she reaches as though to touch his shirt and his eyes widen; he gives a nervous chuckle, raising his hands; the siren just stares at him *



“Uhh, ... no, … no, no, … uh, … married, ... here, … see? Yeah. But thanks. Flattered! And, actually, ... I can- … do this part myself, man, so, ... yeah, if ...if could you just maybe all, I dunno, ... just...turn around? … just, ... you know, becau-”


*his stammering silences when the siren's gloved index finger suddenly transforms and elongates to a sharp point, the exaggerated fingernail now glowing a fierce white … he gapes at this sight, but even more so when she reaches the glowing fingernail to the neck of his T-shirt, quickly cutting a steady clean line right through only the fabric and leaving skin untouched … as the shirt falls open, his eyes widen even more and he jumps back slightly, frowning; he raises his hands; waving them back and forth, shaking his head and staring in mild outrage as his voice lilts upward*



HEYYY!! ...wha- ... man! ... okay NO - not my scene, here. This?? Okay?? NOT my scene!!


*wide-eyed he looks at Clu, who for some reason is stifling a chuckle; Flynn frowns, more exasperated, and his voice goes up half an octave more*



CLU-UU !! … MAN, WHAT TH-


*Clu interrupts, quieting him with calm voice and the hint of a smile still in his eyes*



Clu: "Relax, Flynn, ... this is just standard procedure."


*still staring at Clu, baffled, Flynn makes a slight staccato sound at the back of his throat which turns into a sigh; he slowly lowers his hands and the siren steps forward again, cutting both sides of his jeans from waist to the hem at which point they fall, leaving him in a shredded T-shirt, shorts and socks; immediately feeling modest and awkward, he rolls his eyes; grumbles, frowns at Clu*



Standard procedure?? … Easy for you to say, man, ... you're not the one standin' h-


*stops speaking abruptly; suddenly the clothing remnants at his feet are whisked into the base of the platform along with his shoes, as though tugged away by a vacuum ... then the lightsuit starts rezzing itself onto him … eyes wide, he stares, now fascinated as liquid black armored material crawls up his limbs, molding itself like a second skin … he looks down at his arms, legs, torso, all covered in black with strips and angles of unlit circuitry … gauntlets adorn his wrist and across his left shoulder is a simple short black tunic much like the one he'd worn before...
...the siren touches the glowing fingernail to a circuit on his chest and his entire suit lights up with a white glow … now he grins; chuckling in amazement … all four sirens retreat backwards from the platform in unison, then return to their spots on the wall, circuits going dormant as the sarcophagi enclose them; Clu walks over to the platform, hands Flynn back his disk, and gives a smirky grin*


Clu: "That's it. You're good to go. "

*Flynn steps off the platform with a slightly sheepish grin, feeling a bit foolish for having over-reacted to the process; he looks again at his suit and nods*


... thanks, ...man ...


*then securing his disk, he joins Clu and they walk over to where the others stand waiting *

*saw the female figures attaching his User, but when he realizes they are not, stands down*

This is so strange.

*sees weapons unknown to him and wonders if he should take any and at least try to learn their use*

This Grid is very strange. Not sure why Flynn would create it, thinking it an improvement.

*looks over the devices the others are arming themselves with*

*Flynn got down from the platform and joined Clu who was still smiling.*

You should have seen your face.


*Clu laughed and put his arm around Flynn's shoulder and they walked over to join the others. The scene suddenly reminded Clu of the day of his creation.. After Flynn had given him the directive to create the perfect system.. //Which proved to be impossible.// Flynn had put his arm around Clu's shoulder and had said together they would change the world.. Maybe this time they would. *


*Spark had another door open. She held it as everyone walked through it. Azure was waiting too. She joined Clu and they walked through the door together. *


*As they walked past.. Spark gave Clu a concerned look. Clu patted her shoulder in understanding. Rinzler growled.*


*On the other side was another winding hallway of another subsystem. They walked to the end and Spark opened the final door. On the other side was the Sailer docks. After everyone was through, Spark closed the door and with Rinzler they both hoped up on the Sailer to the pilot's station. *

Spark said:Come on, let's move. While they haven't beaten us here, the scavengers are smart enough to gure out where we're heading. They'll be here soon. We'd better launch fast

* Clu followed Flynn and with Azure at his side, he climbed aboard the Sailer. Once everyone was on. Clu looked at Spark..*


Let's go.. Launch.



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*Zec walks over to a open platform, sets down 3 man jet baton, activates the jet builds itself up, it is a gleaming white with silver highlights and blue circuitry, Zec then motions for Clu 1.0 to get in the gunner seat, then looks over at Clu 2.0* I will fly out ahead and let you know if I see anything. * the jet's cockpit closes, the wings fold down, landing gear lift up* *Zec salutes the rest of the group and hit the thrusters, and the jet goes soaring out ahead of the sailer*

*joins Zec in his 3 man light jet, taking the gunner's seat in back*

This is very cool.

*looks at his tank with a bit of nostalgia, but eager to try this new vehicle*

Ready to go, Bit? Keep a watch now.

*satisfied at his companion's affirmative*

Alright, Zec, we're ready. Where to?