Fic - Better Days
Title - Better Days (Yes it's lame but I was drawing a blank! >.<)
Fandom - Tron Legacy
Characters/Pairings - Rinzler, Clu, OC
Rating - Pg-13
Word Count - 2,580
disclaimer: I do not own Tron or Tron Legacy or any of it's characters, they belong to Disney, tenyo I give Nyo to you...so I don't own him either!
Summary - Rinzler gets hurt while test piloting a new vehicle and a random program gets assigned to taking care of him
Authurs note - Huge epic thanks to cryspeaches Who beta'd the crap outta this fic and made it worth reading! Also this is a very very very belated birthday fic for aoitenyo aka aoitennyo who's LJ I finally got!
It had never happened before, and for it to happen so foolishly…he felt ashamed for the first time in his life. Clu was furious. Having Rinzler out of commission for the time being “Seriously fucked with his plans.”
Bed ridden and unable to move, Rinzler was going stir crazy. The enforcement program had never really had ‘downtime’ before, and had no idea what to do with himself while repairs were being arranged. He lay in bed staring at the dull ceiling, helmet and armor derezzed, leaving him clad in what users would call boxer-briefs. What was left of his body lay motionless, disks in Clu’s possession so he could work on repairs when time allowed.
There was a slight beep, signaling that someone was at the door. He didn’t reply, but the door opened and one of the guards entered anyway. Rinzler didn’t recognize this figure, but then again he didn’t pay much attention to Clu’s ever growing army.
“Your energy, and Clu commands you drink this,” the guard said placing two large vials on the bedside table. Rinzler hated the crap. Clu fancied himself good at mixing, and though it tasted terrible, thus far it had helped make him feel better, and bit by bit he was repairing, so whatever the administrator was doing seemed to be working.
Attempting to push himself into a sitting position, Rinzler growled at the pain lacing his body. Circuits flared hot before returning to the cool greenish glow they had been since the damage had been done. Instantly the program was at his side, helping him up. Had Rinzler had his disks, and had he been operating at full capacity, he would have derezzed the program for touching him. Instead, he was begrudgingly thankful for the aid.
The guard lifted the glass of energy first, attempting to force feed it to him, and Rinzler growled. He was wounded, not an invalid, and didn’t need help. Drinking half of the glass, he set it on the table before snagging the odd yellowish one. He scowled at it, not liking the look of the thing, before downing it as quickly as possible.
The guard watched him awkwardly. Being in the presence of Rinzler was almost like a dream come true for the other program. His purpose was to train new programs for the games, so everyone started with a similar shot at victory. He, along with everyone else in the business, looked up to Rinzler, and he made sure that his trainees did, too. He had a feeling, though, that he was being re-designated, if his current status as damage control worker was anything to judge by.
Rinzler finished off the foul drink and slumped back on the bed, the pain slowly subsiding for the time being; maybe he’d be able to rest finally. He had been awake since the accident, berating himself for his failure.
“Do you need anything else?” asked the guard, watching as Rinzler just stared blankly at the ceiling, unaware that he was interrupting his hero‘s thoughts. Slowly Rinzler turned to regard the guard with dull grey eyes, boring and lifeless.
“I need to be better,” he drawled finally, “If you can’t help, go away.” He returned his gaze to the ceiling, closing his eyes against new waves of pain, his circuits sparking where the damage had been done, electricity arcing over the gaps in Rinzler’s torso and legs.
Stunned by Rinzler’s curtness, the guard came to the conclusion that he couldn’t help, so he just gathered up the empty glasses and left Rinzler alone.
-
He returned half a cycle later, requesting permission before entering. Rinzler rarely spoke to anyone, let alone answered a door, so the program shrugged and let himself in anyway. He had orders, after all. He nearly dropped the tray he was carrying, though, as he discovered Rinzler writhing on the floor, circuits flashing haywire as Rinzler screamed-- a terrifying sound unlike anything the guard had ever heard before. Quickly setting the tray down, he rushed to Rinzler’s side, the program contorting in what could only be an uncomfortable position, sparks of electricity arcing off his body, and a strange yellow liquid oozing out of the wounds directly over circuits.
Immediately he tried contacting Clu, but the leader was unavailable. All the guard could do was hold Rinzler and hope this would pass soon. He could tell the liquid was the same liquid that he had dropped off earlier. Clu must have erred, he realized, and he was suddenly filled with an inexplicable rage.
Rinzler curled in on himself and began to expel anything that was not integrated into his system, tons of pixels covered the floor before dissipating. The guard began to panic, hands freezing over the shoulders he’d been rubbing in what he had hoped was a soothing manner. Now though, he was lost. Programs should not respond like this! They were healthy, or they derezzed into nothing! There was no in-between state, save those that had been virally infected. And to watch a program he admired so much contorted in such pain…it was demoralizing.
After Rinzler was finished ejecting frighteningly, he shut down, laying limp in the guard’s arms, the liquid still leaking from his circuits. Hesitantly, the guard got up and lifted the prone form from the ground and placed him back in the bed.
Force feeding Rinzler energy, he was relieved to notice the other’s circuits brighten in response. They were still the pale green color, but the other liquid seemed to have stopped leaking. Eyeing the secondary drink he had been instructed to deliver, the program finally gave it to Rinzler as well, knowing Clu would derez him if he didn’t do as he had been ordered. Staying around longer than necessary to make sure nothing else happened, the program eventually left to go report to Clu.
Rinzler could not calculate how long he had been out for, or what had even happened, only that he was feeling weaker than he had before and his body ached and burned simultaneously. He closed his eyes, willing the pain in his body to go away, and somewhere in the back of his head he knew Clu was doing something to his disk.
His door opened again and he winced at the sound and sudden light. Everything felt so sharp and piercing, his head spun with the sensations. Why wasn’t he getting better? He heard the sound of the tray being placed on the table and suddenly something cool and soft was placed on his head.
Rinzler tensed instantly, ready to attack but body unwilling to cooperate. “Relax,” a voice said as another cool piece of material touched his face and dapped at his neck. It cooled his circuits instantly and made them tingle with faint traces of energy.
He couldn’t help but feel soothed under the tender treatment and the relief from pain it brought with it. He attempted to open his eyes and look up at his caretaker, thankful the lights had been turned off. He could make out the faint glow of a helmetless program. One he didn’t recognize. Spotting Rinzler looking at him, the guard gave a shy smile and showed Rinzler what he was using. “Cloth,” he explained, “Dipped in energy.”
Rinzler nodded, closing his eyes once more and allowing the program to continue. It felt really good. The best thing he had felt in cycles. Rinzler dared a peek at the other once more, cracking just one eye open. He took in the usual program appearance, but they eyes were different, pure black, empty as if the energy didn’t reach there. There were tiny circuit lines, almost microscopic, that told Rinzler otherwise. Red lines spider-webbed from the corners of the guard’s eyes, racing down high cheek bones to arc playfully behind his jaw line and disappear beneath the collar of his uniform.
“This may sting,” was the short warning Rinzler got before his torso was flooded with energy, wounds crackling with sparks and his body lurching forward. Doubling over in pain and clutching his sides, he gripped the guards arm in a vice grip and growled deeply.
“I’m sorry! It was an accident, the bowl slipped.” The guard explained in a rush, terrified for his life. He was working blind here. Clu hadn’t returned recently, nor had he responded to the urgent messages. It was up to him to help Rinzler as best he could, and with no programming on repairs, it was a challenge unlike any he had ever faced.
Dropping the other’s arm and pushing him away, Rinzler lay back down and rolled onto his side, back facing the bewildered program, who felt more than a little hurt by the harsh rejection.
Nyo stood in the center of the room, looking at Rinzler’s back, and feeling ashamed for inflicting more pain upon the program. He was only trying to help, and with as much time as Rinzler spent in standby mode, he wasn’t consuming enough energy. He had to stand his ground, make Rinzler see his point, and force him to behave, like he did with all those programs he trained for the games.
He had let his admiration for the other program cloud his judgment when he couldn’t afford to do so. Picking up the bowl once more he set it on the table and grabbed the cloth. “Brace yourself, you need this and even if I have to fight you I am tending to those wounds.” He said hoping his voice didn’t betray the nervousness he felt at giving such a command to Rinzler. “At the moment I have the advantage.” He added with an edge to his voice as he noticed Rinzler cock his head while he spoke.
Rinzler was surprised at the sudden change in the program, but knew which battles to pick and choose. This was not one he could win at the moment but he kept his full attention on the guard in case he tried something funny.
Nyo sat beside the other, fetching the cloth that had fallen from Rinzler's head. He soaked it in the bowl of energy once more and replaced it above Rinzler’s eyes. He wanted to tell him to relax and trust him, but with the accident that had just happened he didn’t dare. He didn‘t deserve Rinzler‘s trust. Gently, he began wiping the cloth over the wounds, occasionally drizzling some excess energy inside. He could feel the electricity arcing off Rinzler’s body and up his fingers. It stung painfully but he worked diligently, ignoring his own discomfort.
Rinzler winced, doing his best not to make a sound or completely buck away from the touch as his body screamed for him to do so. He bit his lip, growling a little in his throat when the other lingered for too long in one area or another, he knew though that whatever this program was doing, it was helping a little.
By the time Nyo asked Rinzler to roll over so he could tend to the wounds on his other side, the enforcement program was panting harshly, breaths coming short and circuits misfiring with the exertion. “Drink this,” the guard commanded, putting the cloth away temporarily and handing Rinzler a glass of energy.
Once more doing as told, Rinzler eagerly gulped down the energy he so desperately needed.
~~
Nyo lost track of just how much time had actually passed, but a ritual had developed between them. He’d come in, Rinzler would growl, he’d ignore it and force the program to drink. After that he’d chatter at Rinzler about his duties on the grid and just how terrible more and more of the game programs he was being sent were, verbal distraction while he tended to Rinzler’s wounds. Sometimes Rinzler would ask questions. It was obvious he missed the games, longed to be back outside, and Nyo was his only link to the rest of the system.
Once, Nyo had encouraged Rinzler to move, just a walk around the room, and it had resulted in Rinzler being rendered in unconscious for a milicycle and a half. Nyo hadn’t even panicked during that time, rather pleased at how he had developed since starting this post.
He sat on the head of the bed, back against the wall and Rinzler’s head in his lap, soothingly running his fingers though the other’s hair. Rinzler was having one of his more painful days. Nyo hated to watch but there was little that he could do, so he sat and dabbed at Rinzler’s face with the cloth occasionally.
With no warning, the door slid open and Clu stepped in, looking as magnificent as ever but scowling. He spared Nyo a single glance as the program quickly retracted his hands from Rinzler’s form. Nyo felt as though he’d been caught doing something indecent, and shrank under the weight of Clu’s glare.
Saying nothing, Clu approached the bed, rolling Rinzler roughly onto his side and docking his disks back in place, showing no consideration for the program’s wounds, though Nyo could hear him moan with pain. The moment the discs locked into their port, Rinzler instantly fell into standby as he restarted.
Rinzler jerked his head when his body went stiff, and Nyo found himself with Rinzler’s face in between his legs. Were he capable of blushing, he would be scarlet. Instead, his circuits just flickered uncertainly.
Noticing the program’s discomfort Clu gave a sharp laugh and clapped him on the shoulder. “Good Luck, man.” He said, and left, obviously too busy to wait for Rinzler to reboot.
Exhaling the breath he didn’t’t know he had been holding, Nyo turned his attention back to Rinzler and watched as the program’s body finally began to heal, little bits of data repairing themselves. A soft smile formed on Nyo’s face as he realized that Clu had done it. Rinzler would be fine.
When Rinzler awoke it was to the same strange comfort he had become accustomed to in the past few cycles. Getting up, he was happy to be able to move and stretch, though his features didn’t betray any of this. Looking to Nyo he gave a curt nod before his helmet formed over his head, concealing his face once more.
They moved through the rectifier, to report back to Clu. Nyo felt a certain pride bubbling within him. A warm feeling that everything had worked out alright. Jarvis nodded, opening the door for them, and Rinzler strode forward, confident. Nyo hung back a bit, waiting to be called upon or acknowledged.
Silently, Rinzler came to Clu’s side, following his leader’s gaze out the window. No words were exchanged between the two of them, but when Clu turned back to look at Nyo, Rinzler’s shoulders relaxed, losing their tension.
Clu nodded to the two guards stationed to either side of the doorway Nyo was standing in, and Nyo smiled unsurely, interpreting the nod as a form of praise. That smile was wiped off his face when Clu uttered a single word.
“Rectify.” The guards grabbed Nyo, and dragged him away, while he writhed in confusion. His face held a look of terror and betrayal. This wasn’t supposed to happen! The last thing he saw as the doors closed to Clu’s office was Clu placing a possessive hand on the side of Rinzler’s helmet.
Any feelings Rinzler had in regards to Clu’s command were quickly squashed. They were all just following orders, after all.
Fandom - Tron Legacy
Characters/Pairings - Rinzler, Clu, OC
Rating - Pg-13
Word Count - 2,580
disclaimer: I do not own Tron or Tron Legacy or any of it's characters, they belong to Disney, tenyo I give Nyo to you...so I don't own him either!
Summary - Rinzler gets hurt while test piloting a new vehicle and a random program gets assigned to taking care of him
Authurs note - Huge epic thanks to cryspeaches Who beta'd the crap outta this fic and made it worth reading! Also this is a very very very belated birthday fic for aoitenyo aka aoitennyo who's LJ I finally got!
It had never happened before, and for it to happen so foolishly…he felt ashamed for the first time in his life. Clu was furious. Having Rinzler out of commission for the time being “Seriously fucked with his plans.”
Bed ridden and unable to move, Rinzler was going stir crazy. The enforcement program had never really had ‘downtime’ before, and had no idea what to do with himself while repairs were being arranged. He lay in bed staring at the dull ceiling, helmet and armor derezzed, leaving him clad in what users would call boxer-briefs. What was left of his body lay motionless, disks in Clu’s possession so he could work on repairs when time allowed.
There was a slight beep, signaling that someone was at the door. He didn’t reply, but the door opened and one of the guards entered anyway. Rinzler didn’t recognize this figure, but then again he didn’t pay much attention to Clu’s ever growing army.
“Your energy, and Clu commands you drink this,” the guard said placing two large vials on the bedside table. Rinzler hated the crap. Clu fancied himself good at mixing, and though it tasted terrible, thus far it had helped make him feel better, and bit by bit he was repairing, so whatever the administrator was doing seemed to be working.
Attempting to push himself into a sitting position, Rinzler growled at the pain lacing his body. Circuits flared hot before returning to the cool greenish glow they had been since the damage had been done. Instantly the program was at his side, helping him up. Had Rinzler had his disks, and had he been operating at full capacity, he would have derezzed the program for touching him. Instead, he was begrudgingly thankful for the aid.
The guard lifted the glass of energy first, attempting to force feed it to him, and Rinzler growled. He was wounded, not an invalid, and didn’t need help. Drinking half of the glass, he set it on the table before snagging the odd yellowish one. He scowled at it, not liking the look of the thing, before downing it as quickly as possible.
The guard watched him awkwardly. Being in the presence of Rinzler was almost like a dream come true for the other program. His purpose was to train new programs for the games, so everyone started with a similar shot at victory. He, along with everyone else in the business, looked up to Rinzler, and he made sure that his trainees did, too. He had a feeling, though, that he was being re-designated, if his current status as damage control worker was anything to judge by.
Rinzler finished off the foul drink and slumped back on the bed, the pain slowly subsiding for the time being; maybe he’d be able to rest finally. He had been awake since the accident, berating himself for his failure.
“Do you need anything else?” asked the guard, watching as Rinzler just stared blankly at the ceiling, unaware that he was interrupting his hero‘s thoughts. Slowly Rinzler turned to regard the guard with dull grey eyes, boring and lifeless.
“I need to be better,” he drawled finally, “If you can’t help, go away.” He returned his gaze to the ceiling, closing his eyes against new waves of pain, his circuits sparking where the damage had been done, electricity arcing over the gaps in Rinzler’s torso and legs.
Stunned by Rinzler’s curtness, the guard came to the conclusion that he couldn’t help, so he just gathered up the empty glasses and left Rinzler alone.
-
He returned half a cycle later, requesting permission before entering. Rinzler rarely spoke to anyone, let alone answered a door, so the program shrugged and let himself in anyway. He had orders, after all. He nearly dropped the tray he was carrying, though, as he discovered Rinzler writhing on the floor, circuits flashing haywire as Rinzler screamed-- a terrifying sound unlike anything the guard had ever heard before. Quickly setting the tray down, he rushed to Rinzler’s side, the program contorting in what could only be an uncomfortable position, sparks of electricity arcing off his body, and a strange yellow liquid oozing out of the wounds directly over circuits.
Immediately he tried contacting Clu, but the leader was unavailable. All the guard could do was hold Rinzler and hope this would pass soon. He could tell the liquid was the same liquid that he had dropped off earlier. Clu must have erred, he realized, and he was suddenly filled with an inexplicable rage.
Rinzler curled in on himself and began to expel anything that was not integrated into his system, tons of pixels covered the floor before dissipating. The guard began to panic, hands freezing over the shoulders he’d been rubbing in what he had hoped was a soothing manner. Now though, he was lost. Programs should not respond like this! They were healthy, or they derezzed into nothing! There was no in-between state, save those that had been virally infected. And to watch a program he admired so much contorted in such pain…it was demoralizing.
After Rinzler was finished ejecting frighteningly, he shut down, laying limp in the guard’s arms, the liquid still leaking from his circuits. Hesitantly, the guard got up and lifted the prone form from the ground and placed him back in the bed.
Force feeding Rinzler energy, he was relieved to notice the other’s circuits brighten in response. They were still the pale green color, but the other liquid seemed to have stopped leaking. Eyeing the secondary drink he had been instructed to deliver, the program finally gave it to Rinzler as well, knowing Clu would derez him if he didn’t do as he had been ordered. Staying around longer than necessary to make sure nothing else happened, the program eventually left to go report to Clu.
Rinzler could not calculate how long he had been out for, or what had even happened, only that he was feeling weaker than he had before and his body ached and burned simultaneously. He closed his eyes, willing the pain in his body to go away, and somewhere in the back of his head he knew Clu was doing something to his disk.
His door opened again and he winced at the sound and sudden light. Everything felt so sharp and piercing, his head spun with the sensations. Why wasn’t he getting better? He heard the sound of the tray being placed on the table and suddenly something cool and soft was placed on his head.
Rinzler tensed instantly, ready to attack but body unwilling to cooperate. “Relax,” a voice said as another cool piece of material touched his face and dapped at his neck. It cooled his circuits instantly and made them tingle with faint traces of energy.
He couldn’t help but feel soothed under the tender treatment and the relief from pain it brought with it. He attempted to open his eyes and look up at his caretaker, thankful the lights had been turned off. He could make out the faint glow of a helmetless program. One he didn’t recognize. Spotting Rinzler looking at him, the guard gave a shy smile and showed Rinzler what he was using. “Cloth,” he explained, “Dipped in energy.”
Rinzler nodded, closing his eyes once more and allowing the program to continue. It felt really good. The best thing he had felt in cycles. Rinzler dared a peek at the other once more, cracking just one eye open. He took in the usual program appearance, but they eyes were different, pure black, empty as if the energy didn’t reach there. There were tiny circuit lines, almost microscopic, that told Rinzler otherwise. Red lines spider-webbed from the corners of the guard’s eyes, racing down high cheek bones to arc playfully behind his jaw line and disappear beneath the collar of his uniform.
“This may sting,” was the short warning Rinzler got before his torso was flooded with energy, wounds crackling with sparks and his body lurching forward. Doubling over in pain and clutching his sides, he gripped the guards arm in a vice grip and growled deeply.
“I’m sorry! It was an accident, the bowl slipped.” The guard explained in a rush, terrified for his life. He was working blind here. Clu hadn’t returned recently, nor had he responded to the urgent messages. It was up to him to help Rinzler as best he could, and with no programming on repairs, it was a challenge unlike any he had ever faced.
Dropping the other’s arm and pushing him away, Rinzler lay back down and rolled onto his side, back facing the bewildered program, who felt more than a little hurt by the harsh rejection.
Nyo stood in the center of the room, looking at Rinzler’s back, and feeling ashamed for inflicting more pain upon the program. He was only trying to help, and with as much time as Rinzler spent in standby mode, he wasn’t consuming enough energy. He had to stand his ground, make Rinzler see his point, and force him to behave, like he did with all those programs he trained for the games.
He had let his admiration for the other program cloud his judgment when he couldn’t afford to do so. Picking up the bowl once more he set it on the table and grabbed the cloth. “Brace yourself, you need this and even if I have to fight you I am tending to those wounds.” He said hoping his voice didn’t betray the nervousness he felt at giving such a command to Rinzler. “At the moment I have the advantage.” He added with an edge to his voice as he noticed Rinzler cock his head while he spoke.
Rinzler was surprised at the sudden change in the program, but knew which battles to pick and choose. This was not one he could win at the moment but he kept his full attention on the guard in case he tried something funny.
Nyo sat beside the other, fetching the cloth that had fallen from Rinzler's head. He soaked it in the bowl of energy once more and replaced it above Rinzler’s eyes. He wanted to tell him to relax and trust him, but with the accident that had just happened he didn’t dare. He didn‘t deserve Rinzler‘s trust. Gently, he began wiping the cloth over the wounds, occasionally drizzling some excess energy inside. He could feel the electricity arcing off Rinzler’s body and up his fingers. It stung painfully but he worked diligently, ignoring his own discomfort.
Rinzler winced, doing his best not to make a sound or completely buck away from the touch as his body screamed for him to do so. He bit his lip, growling a little in his throat when the other lingered for too long in one area or another, he knew though that whatever this program was doing, it was helping a little.
By the time Nyo asked Rinzler to roll over so he could tend to the wounds on his other side, the enforcement program was panting harshly, breaths coming short and circuits misfiring with the exertion. “Drink this,” the guard commanded, putting the cloth away temporarily and handing Rinzler a glass of energy.
Once more doing as told, Rinzler eagerly gulped down the energy he so desperately needed.
~~
Nyo lost track of just how much time had actually passed, but a ritual had developed between them. He’d come in, Rinzler would growl, he’d ignore it and force the program to drink. After that he’d chatter at Rinzler about his duties on the grid and just how terrible more and more of the game programs he was being sent were, verbal distraction while he tended to Rinzler’s wounds. Sometimes Rinzler would ask questions. It was obvious he missed the games, longed to be back outside, and Nyo was his only link to the rest of the system.
Once, Nyo had encouraged Rinzler to move, just a walk around the room, and it had resulted in Rinzler being rendered in unconscious for a milicycle and a half. Nyo hadn’t even panicked during that time, rather pleased at how he had developed since starting this post.
He sat on the head of the bed, back against the wall and Rinzler’s head in his lap, soothingly running his fingers though the other’s hair. Rinzler was having one of his more painful days. Nyo hated to watch but there was little that he could do, so he sat and dabbed at Rinzler’s face with the cloth occasionally.
With no warning, the door slid open and Clu stepped in, looking as magnificent as ever but scowling. He spared Nyo a single glance as the program quickly retracted his hands from Rinzler’s form. Nyo felt as though he’d been caught doing something indecent, and shrank under the weight of Clu’s glare.
Saying nothing, Clu approached the bed, rolling Rinzler roughly onto his side and docking his disks back in place, showing no consideration for the program’s wounds, though Nyo could hear him moan with pain. The moment the discs locked into their port, Rinzler instantly fell into standby as he restarted.
Rinzler jerked his head when his body went stiff, and Nyo found himself with Rinzler’s face in between his legs. Were he capable of blushing, he would be scarlet. Instead, his circuits just flickered uncertainly.
Noticing the program’s discomfort Clu gave a sharp laugh and clapped him on the shoulder. “Good Luck, man.” He said, and left, obviously too busy to wait for Rinzler to reboot.
Exhaling the breath he didn’t’t know he had been holding, Nyo turned his attention back to Rinzler and watched as the program’s body finally began to heal, little bits of data repairing themselves. A soft smile formed on Nyo’s face as he realized that Clu had done it. Rinzler would be fine.
When Rinzler awoke it was to the same strange comfort he had become accustomed to in the past few cycles. Getting up, he was happy to be able to move and stretch, though his features didn’t betray any of this. Looking to Nyo he gave a curt nod before his helmet formed over his head, concealing his face once more.
They moved through the rectifier, to report back to Clu. Nyo felt a certain pride bubbling within him. A warm feeling that everything had worked out alright. Jarvis nodded, opening the door for them, and Rinzler strode forward, confident. Nyo hung back a bit, waiting to be called upon or acknowledged.
Silently, Rinzler came to Clu’s side, following his leader’s gaze out the window. No words were exchanged between the two of them, but when Clu turned back to look at Nyo, Rinzler’s shoulders relaxed, losing their tension.
Clu nodded to the two guards stationed to either side of the doorway Nyo was standing in, and Nyo smiled unsurely, interpreting the nod as a form of praise. That smile was wiped off his face when Clu uttered a single word.
“Rectify.” The guards grabbed Nyo, and dragged him away, while he writhed in confusion. His face held a look of terror and betrayal. This wasn’t supposed to happen! The last thing he saw as the doors closed to Clu’s office was Clu placing a possessive hand on the side of Rinzler’s helmet.
Any feelings Rinzler had in regards to Clu’s command were quickly squashed. They were all just following orders, after all.