Fic: Execute [8/?]
Title: Execute [8/?]
Fandom: Tron: Legacy
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Tron (eventually), Zuse, Gem, OCs (Loreza, Xolla, Roznal, Kex)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters/world/etc. I'm just borrowing them.
Summary: Tron, Sam, and the group begin their assault on Zuse and Gem's headquarters.
Chapter 8
Execute
“Programs,” Tron had said aloud halfway down the hall to the elevator.
Everyone turned, expressions a variety of curious, expectant, impatient, and nervous.
“There is a traitor in the group,” he started, the others' expressions turning unanimously startled at the sudden information, “I want you to proceed, but assume the target knows our plan.”
“You want us to be test modules?” Roznal let out incredulously, obviously not pleased with the idea.
“There is no other option,” Tron replied calmly, “We are out of time to formulate an alternate plan, and even if we were able to there's little to no chance Zuse wouldn't be informed.”
“Tron is correct,” Kex agreed after a moment, eyes shifting to Roznal as he spoke.
“I guess we'll all just have to improvise,” Sam said a little smugly to the red haired program, earning him a defiant and slightly confused look, “..Make it up as we go,” he elaborated, shrugging a little. Now improvising I can do, he thought briefly to himself.
Roznal only let out a resigned, low growl, turning back around to head to the elevator. “If there is no other way, so bet it.”
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That was a short while ago.
Sam managed to sneak onto the moving headquarters like they'd decided in the plan, surprisingly, not running into any real problems on the way. There wasn't even added Sentries in the area, no more than predicted, which was both suspicious and a relief. “I made it on board,” he half whispered into the mic in his blacked out helmet, only his mouth visible with it set into position over his face.
“Understood,” he heard Tron say, and couldn't help thinking he heard a lace of relief in the program's voice.
“Moving in from the south-”
“Moving in from the north-”
“We will be closing in on the base shortly,” Roznal and Kex reported in, and Sam could make out the sounds of the light jets' engines in the background.
“Xolla,” Tron started, “how does it look from your position?”
“The latest group of Sentries are about to clear the area, your path is clear,” Xolla replied in her own mic.
“Understood,” Tron replied simply from where he was standing in the alleyway, near where they had come up with this plan, eyes aimed in the direction of the Game Arena, “I'll move out shortly.”
Tron was the only one to stay behind. Sam had to sneak into a building and make it to the roof, Kex and Roznal had each made their way to separate building tops on opposite edges of the city, forming their light jets out of sight of the city's main masses of programs. Xolla had casually walked ahead, secretly scoping out the area on the way to the Game Arena for Tron, acting as his eyes and ears, and Loreza left to return to her Game Arena duties, dismissing herself shortly after they'd assembled outside.
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I'm not seeing anything unusual, Roznal thought to herself, blacked out helmet in place and red light jet angling up into the cloud's mass above, light stream deactivated, “Are you having any difficulties?” she asked into her helmet mic, switching the line of communication to a private one while leveling the jet into the center of the clouds.
“No,” Kex returned quietly, barely audible above the sound of the green circuit lit jet, already in a cloud formation of his own, light stream also deactivated.
“Think the User gave us away?” she asked a little bitterly.
“No, Tron was with him the entire time, and he wouldn't betray the group.”
“How do you know? You've only heard rumors of the program until just meeting him this cycle. I know you look up to the guy but come on. You do remember Rinzler, correct?”
Kex was quiet for a time, and Roznal was pretty sure she'd hit a circuit. The two programs had operated on several tasks together previously, Roznal dared say they were a team of sorts, not that she'd ever confess something like that aloud, it just wasn't in her programming.
“Tron is no longer Rinzler,” Kex finally returned, voice just a little louder than before.
“Just because his circuits are User friendly now doesn't mean the programming isn't still there, you know that,” Roznal replied. “I don't understand your confidence in the program,” she finally admitted with a sigh after getting no immediate reply, eyes searching through the cloud masses.
“It is for the same reason that I have confidence in you,” Kex said after a while, voice a little softer, “Your methods vary but the core of your programming emits the same density, you both fight for what you discern as correct and don't betray others along the way. Isn't that the reason you and I have paired together for so long?” he finished calmly.
She could hear the slight smile in his voice, cracking a small one of her own. “Yeah yeah. You know you can be a little too convincing when you want to be,” she half taunted back.
“As you have made me fully aware,” he returned in a slightly taunting voice of his own.
“Closing in,” they both reported in unison to the rest of the group on the main communication line.
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Sam was trying his best to impersonate the Sentries, which wasn't all that difficult if he didn't have to speak. Fortunately, all he'd had to do so far was walk around stiffly with the staff the Siren had managed to snag for him, 'how' was something Sam didn't want to know. Not questioning the ways of women, was all he'd thought at the time, program or not, that was a territory he planned to stay out of. “I've made it to the second level,” he whispered into his helmet mic, waiting until the passing Sentries were out of range. For the most part, it seemed none of them interacted with each other, only when they were given an order did they do anything aside from patrol the passageways.
“Zuse and Gem should be on level three,” Xolla said in a hushed tone, “once you reach the first intersecting passageways turn left, right, left, straight, right, then straight, they'll be in the room at the end of the corridor.”
“Got it,” Sam answered, making his way to the designated area.
“Do be careful,” Xolla added, expression a little worried on the other end of the mic. She'd grown rather fond of the User, even if it was only over the course of an extremely short period of time.
“I will,” Sam replied with a slight smile, rounding a corner and spotting another patrolling Sentry up ahead, expression returning to a careful blank.
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Tron was listening to the exchange quietly, eyes moving down to focus on the ground briefly. Be careful, Sam, he thought to himself, glancing back up and focusing on the Game Arena. “I'm moving out,” he reported into his own blacked out helmets' mic, reaching down with a hand and pulling out one of the light cycle batons from the holster on his hip.
He didn't hesitate, quickly beginning his short run before leaping into the air, pulling the baton out in front of himself and dislodging the sides from the connecting center, a layout of blue-white circuitry darting out from the object in his hands and solidifying into the familiar vehicle, hitting the ground with a sturdy thud before taking off down the long alleyway toward the Game Arena.
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Roznal and Kex circled over the headquarters briefly, moving in a similar fashion to circling vultures, the streams still cut off from the back end of their jets.
“Commencing landing,” Roznal reported into the mic, the two jets gradually descending, lower, lower-
They retracted their batons and landed firmly in a crouch on top of the moving transport, slipping their batons back into the holsters on their suits before quickly moving over to the topside entrance, hunched over so as to be less air resistant.
Kex managed to work the hatch open, letting Roznal slip inside before following suit, grabbing the underside of the hatch with both hands and closing it shut with his weight, sealing it with a couple fingers before dropping down onto the passageway floor with a soft and quiet thud.
“All clear,” Roznal said in a hushed tone to the green circuitry lit program, “We've entered level three,” she reported into the mic, pulling the layout up on a small circuit near her wrist. She motioned to Kex silently with a hand, motioning for him to follow her down the left hallway. He only gave an acknowledging nod in response, moving quickly but silently behind.
They stopped shortly after, however, when three Sentries rounded the end of the corner, immediately halting at the end of the hall.
They only paused briefly, Roznal reaching back for her disc and the digital blade at her side, Kex following suit and grabbing his own disc.
The two charged forward in a rush.
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Almost there, Sam thought to himself, moving almost painstakingly slow to keep up his disguise.
Remember, he heard Tron say in his head, a memory from the alley, as soon as the light cycle hits the arena Zuse and Gem will know something is out of place, you must all reach your positions before hand if we are to intercept their escape routes.
Come on, come on, he thought again as he rounded the last corner, coming to a stop as he reached the final hall, this is it. He almost grinned to himself, but something caught his attention in his peripheral vision, half turning before the door at the end of the hall suddenly opened, automatically pulling his attention back. “What-” he started, before something slammed into the back of his neck, cutting him off.
Sam fell forward, vaguely aware of the sound of voices and his own body hitting the corridor floor. All he could think was ..shit, before everything went black.
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“I told you he'd be coming straight to us,” chimed Zuse, now standing over the unconscious User, helmet retracting with a light tap of the end of his light cane.
“So you did,” Gem replied in an unamused tone, stoic expression in place as always.
“Take him to the room boys, we have some catching up to do,” he ordered, leading the way back to the large room with the Siren at his side, the Sentries dragging Sam along by his arms.
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Tron was weaving through more back alleyways and scarcely populated streets, stream of blue-white light trailing behind, quickly arriving upon the break of buildings to the clearing surrounding the Game Arena. He managed to catch sight of a small, yellow circuited figure as he left the cover of the buildings, speeding across the wide stretch of open space, revving the cycle up and increasing its speed.
Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, he mentally counted down, speeding the light cycle up just a bit more, nine, eight, seven. He jerked back once he reached the edge of the arena, pulling the front end of the light cycle up just enough to seamlessly line up with a ramp, now quickly reaching and speeding up one of the large, angled roofs of the arena, catching sight of the floating transport. Two..one..zero, he finished, shifting the cycle to its highest speed before it jumped off of the arena's roof ledge, aimed straight for the mobile fortress. One..zero, he counted down again, shifting his position on the light cycle to stand on the seat, leaping off of it at the end of the count, arms stretched out above him.
His hands stretched, fingers quickly curling around anything, everything they could once he was close enough to his target, finally latching on to a bar next to the bottom entrance as the light cycle plummeted down towards the Game Arena. Tron hung there briefly before pulling himself up and reaching over, opening the hatch with a hand while his arm hooked itself over the bar.
He actually made it, Xolla thought with wide eyes, the light cycle hitting the ground below and erupting into an explosion of blue and white pixelated mass.
She did her best not to let out any triumphant sounds, practically vibrating where she stood.
Tron shifted and grasped the opening's edge with both hands, pulling himself up and flipping inside, pausing briefly after landing to crouch down and close the hatch behind him. “I've entered the first floor,” he reported into the mic, quickly rising to his feet and running silently down the long hall.
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The red and green programs alternated as they ran, switching sides of the hall as more Sentries closed in on them, staffs already in motion.
Again! Roznal thought to herself, throwing her disc at one of the Sentries closing in on her side of the passageway, only to have the Sentry block it and lunge towards her, dodging as she switched sides with Kex. She caught her disc and leaped up, jumping over the widely swung weapon and above the new Sentry before her, shifting her weight as she dropped down, boot slamming into the top of the program's helmet, toppling him over. She didn't waste any time, bringing her disc down quickly and roughly, forcing it through the blacked out helmet, derezzing the program. There's too many.. she trailed off in thought to herself, jolted out of her thoughts by a disc skimming her lower back.
The red circuited program twisted quickly, gritting her teeth as the pain shot through her sensors, hurling her disc at the third Sentry behind her, derezzing it simultaneously with Kex's green lit disc.
Kex hurried over to her, pulling her to her feet with a strong grip on her arm. “Damage,” he demanded, eyes focused on the program.
“Minor. I'll manage,” she gritted out, shrugging out of the green program's grasp, “Continue,” she ordered after a moment, turning to continue their way down the new hall, Kex following behind momentarily.
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Tron spiraled in the air, avoiding two discs as he wielded his own, gripping them close to his chest in the spin before bringing them down diagonally into the two Sentry's chests as he landed, red pixels layering the ground behind his crouched form. “Status,” he demanded into his mic, twisting up suddenly to behead a third Sentry behind him, derezzing the program.
“Minor damage, proceeding to target area,” he heard Kex reply on the other end as he ran, rounding another corner on the second floor, angling up into the third.
“The ground level Sentry squads are closing off the area,” now came Xolla's voice, “investigation of the crashed light cycle is commencing.”
Left, right, left, straight, his memory repeated Xolla's instructions from earlier, running down the long hall of the third level.
“Sam,” he said into his mic.
No response.
“Sam?” he asked after a moment, rounding the right side corner, another set of Sentries at the end of the new hall, pausing briefly before they began running in his direction, staffs aimed with one hand, retrieving their discs with the other.
“Sam?” he said a little louder, worry beginning to weave through his circuits, “Can you hear me? Sam!” The security program quickly dodged the discs, twisting and flipping over them at an angle before bringing his discs down against two of the Sentry's staffs, kicking the third square in the chest, the program skidding down the hall on its back. Tron quickly deflected the oncoming discs, keeping them from their owners and plunging one disc into a Sentry's chest, the other up into the second Sentry's jaw, derezzing the two programs, ducking below the third Sentry's lunge, ramming both of his discs into its' waist, derezzing it shortly after the others.
“Sam!” he called out again, straightening after still only getting silence on the other end, eyes finding their way to the large doors at the end of the hall. He stared for a moment, gripping his discs a little tighter at his sides before he started to make his way down the hall, eyes focused intently on the doors.
Roznal and Kex soon rounded the left corner behind him, catching sight of the security program and picking up their pace to catch up, slowing once they'd reached his sides.
“They have the User?” Roznal asked, her free hand gripping her side nearest to the pain in her lower back.
Tron just gave a slow nod after a moment, the three programs closing in on the doors.
Once they reached a close proximity to the entryway, the doors slid open, Tron's eyes widening behind his mask at the sight they found.
(You'll have to copy/paste the link):
http://shaishda.livejournal.com/2624.html The Plan [ Ch. 7 ] | http://shaishda.livejournal.com/3177.html Traitorous [ Ch. 9 ]
Fandom: Tron: Legacy
Characters/Pairing: Sam/Tron (eventually), Zuse, Gem, OCs (Loreza, Xolla, Roznal, Kex)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters/world/etc. I'm just borrowing them.
Summary: Tron, Sam, and the group begin their assault on Zuse and Gem's headquarters.
Chapter 8
Execute
“Programs,” Tron had said aloud halfway down the hall to the elevator.
Everyone turned, expressions a variety of curious, expectant, impatient, and nervous.
“There is a traitor in the group,” he started, the others' expressions turning unanimously startled at the sudden information, “I want you to proceed, but assume the target knows our plan.”
“You want us to be test modules?” Roznal let out incredulously, obviously not pleased with the idea.
“There is no other option,” Tron replied calmly, “We are out of time to formulate an alternate plan, and even if we were able to there's little to no chance Zuse wouldn't be informed.”
“Tron is correct,” Kex agreed after a moment, eyes shifting to Roznal as he spoke.
“I guess we'll all just have to improvise,” Sam said a little smugly to the red haired program, earning him a defiant and slightly confused look, “..Make it up as we go,” he elaborated, shrugging a little. Now improvising I can do, he thought briefly to himself.
Roznal only let out a resigned, low growl, turning back around to head to the elevator. “If there is no other way, so bet it.”
___________________________________________
That was a short while ago.
Sam managed to sneak onto the moving headquarters like they'd decided in the plan, surprisingly, not running into any real problems on the way. There wasn't even added Sentries in the area, no more than predicted, which was both suspicious and a relief. “I made it on board,” he half whispered into the mic in his blacked out helmet, only his mouth visible with it set into position over his face.
“Understood,” he heard Tron say, and couldn't help thinking he heard a lace of relief in the program's voice.
“Moving in from the south-”
“Moving in from the north-”
“We will be closing in on the base shortly,” Roznal and Kex reported in, and Sam could make out the sounds of the light jets' engines in the background.
“Xolla,” Tron started, “how does it look from your position?”
“The latest group of Sentries are about to clear the area, your path is clear,” Xolla replied in her own mic.
“Understood,” Tron replied simply from where he was standing in the alleyway, near where they had come up with this plan, eyes aimed in the direction of the Game Arena, “I'll move out shortly.”
Tron was the only one to stay behind. Sam had to sneak into a building and make it to the roof, Kex and Roznal had each made their way to separate building tops on opposite edges of the city, forming their light jets out of sight of the city's main masses of programs. Xolla had casually walked ahead, secretly scoping out the area on the way to the Game Arena for Tron, acting as his eyes and ears, and Loreza left to return to her Game Arena duties, dismissing herself shortly after they'd assembled outside.
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I'm not seeing anything unusual, Roznal thought to herself, blacked out helmet in place and red light jet angling up into the cloud's mass above, light stream deactivated, “Are you having any difficulties?” she asked into her helmet mic, switching the line of communication to a private one while leveling the jet into the center of the clouds.
“No,” Kex returned quietly, barely audible above the sound of the green circuit lit jet, already in a cloud formation of his own, light stream also deactivated.
“Think the User gave us away?” she asked a little bitterly.
“No, Tron was with him the entire time, and he wouldn't betray the group.”
“How do you know? You've only heard rumors of the program until just meeting him this cycle. I know you look up to the guy but come on. You do remember Rinzler, correct?”
Kex was quiet for a time, and Roznal was pretty sure she'd hit a circuit. The two programs had operated on several tasks together previously, Roznal dared say they were a team of sorts, not that she'd ever confess something like that aloud, it just wasn't in her programming.
“Tron is no longer Rinzler,” Kex finally returned, voice just a little louder than before.
“Just because his circuits are User friendly now doesn't mean the programming isn't still there, you know that,” Roznal replied. “I don't understand your confidence in the program,” she finally admitted with a sigh after getting no immediate reply, eyes searching through the cloud masses.
“It is for the same reason that I have confidence in you,” Kex said after a while, voice a little softer, “Your methods vary but the core of your programming emits the same density, you both fight for what you discern as correct and don't betray others along the way. Isn't that the reason you and I have paired together for so long?” he finished calmly.
She could hear the slight smile in his voice, cracking a small one of her own. “Yeah yeah. You know you can be a little too convincing when you want to be,” she half taunted back.
“As you have made me fully aware,” he returned in a slightly taunting voice of his own.
“Closing in,” they both reported in unison to the rest of the group on the main communication line.
________________________________________
Sam was trying his best to impersonate the Sentries, which wasn't all that difficult if he didn't have to speak. Fortunately, all he'd had to do so far was walk around stiffly with the staff the Siren had managed to snag for him, 'how' was something Sam didn't want to know. Not questioning the ways of women, was all he'd thought at the time, program or not, that was a territory he planned to stay out of. “I've made it to the second level,” he whispered into his helmet mic, waiting until the passing Sentries were out of range. For the most part, it seemed none of them interacted with each other, only when they were given an order did they do anything aside from patrol the passageways.
“Zuse and Gem should be on level three,” Xolla said in a hushed tone, “once you reach the first intersecting passageways turn left, right, left, straight, right, then straight, they'll be in the room at the end of the corridor.”
“Got it,” Sam answered, making his way to the designated area.
“Do be careful,” Xolla added, expression a little worried on the other end of the mic. She'd grown rather fond of the User, even if it was only over the course of an extremely short period of time.
“I will,” Sam replied with a slight smile, rounding a corner and spotting another patrolling Sentry up ahead, expression returning to a careful blank.
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Tron was listening to the exchange quietly, eyes moving down to focus on the ground briefly. Be careful, Sam, he thought to himself, glancing back up and focusing on the Game Arena. “I'm moving out,” he reported into his own blacked out helmets' mic, reaching down with a hand and pulling out one of the light cycle batons from the holster on his hip.
He didn't hesitate, quickly beginning his short run before leaping into the air, pulling the baton out in front of himself and dislodging the sides from the connecting center, a layout of blue-white circuitry darting out from the object in his hands and solidifying into the familiar vehicle, hitting the ground with a sturdy thud before taking off down the long alleyway toward the Game Arena.
______________________________________
Roznal and Kex circled over the headquarters briefly, moving in a similar fashion to circling vultures, the streams still cut off from the back end of their jets.
“Commencing landing,” Roznal reported into the mic, the two jets gradually descending, lower, lower-
They retracted their batons and landed firmly in a crouch on top of the moving transport, slipping their batons back into the holsters on their suits before quickly moving over to the topside entrance, hunched over so as to be less air resistant.
Kex managed to work the hatch open, letting Roznal slip inside before following suit, grabbing the underside of the hatch with both hands and closing it shut with his weight, sealing it with a couple fingers before dropping down onto the passageway floor with a soft and quiet thud.
“All clear,” Roznal said in a hushed tone to the green circuitry lit program, “We've entered level three,” she reported into the mic, pulling the layout up on a small circuit near her wrist. She motioned to Kex silently with a hand, motioning for him to follow her down the left hallway. He only gave an acknowledging nod in response, moving quickly but silently behind.
They stopped shortly after, however, when three Sentries rounded the end of the corner, immediately halting at the end of the hall.
They only paused briefly, Roznal reaching back for her disc and the digital blade at her side, Kex following suit and grabbing his own disc.
The two charged forward in a rush.
___________________________________________
Almost there, Sam thought to himself, moving almost painstakingly slow to keep up his disguise.
Remember, he heard Tron say in his head, a memory from the alley, as soon as the light cycle hits the arena Zuse and Gem will know something is out of place, you must all reach your positions before hand if we are to intercept their escape routes.
Come on, come on, he thought again as he rounded the last corner, coming to a stop as he reached the final hall, this is it. He almost grinned to himself, but something caught his attention in his peripheral vision, half turning before the door at the end of the hall suddenly opened, automatically pulling his attention back. “What-” he started, before something slammed into the back of his neck, cutting him off.
Sam fell forward, vaguely aware of the sound of voices and his own body hitting the corridor floor. All he could think was ..shit, before everything went black.
__________________________________________
“I told you he'd be coming straight to us,” chimed Zuse, now standing over the unconscious User, helmet retracting with a light tap of the end of his light cane.
“So you did,” Gem replied in an unamused tone, stoic expression in place as always.
“Take him to the room boys, we have some catching up to do,” he ordered, leading the way back to the large room with the Siren at his side, the Sentries dragging Sam along by his arms.
________________________________________
Tron was weaving through more back alleyways and scarcely populated streets, stream of blue-white light trailing behind, quickly arriving upon the break of buildings to the clearing surrounding the Game Arena. He managed to catch sight of a small, yellow circuited figure as he left the cover of the buildings, speeding across the wide stretch of open space, revving the cycle up and increasing its speed.
Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, he mentally counted down, speeding the light cycle up just a bit more, nine, eight, seven. He jerked back once he reached the edge of the arena, pulling the front end of the light cycle up just enough to seamlessly line up with a ramp, now quickly reaching and speeding up one of the large, angled roofs of the arena, catching sight of the floating transport. Two..one..zero, he finished, shifting the cycle to its highest speed before it jumped off of the arena's roof ledge, aimed straight for the mobile fortress. One..zero, he counted down again, shifting his position on the light cycle to stand on the seat, leaping off of it at the end of the count, arms stretched out above him.
His hands stretched, fingers quickly curling around anything, everything they could once he was close enough to his target, finally latching on to a bar next to the bottom entrance as the light cycle plummeted down towards the Game Arena. Tron hung there briefly before pulling himself up and reaching over, opening the hatch with a hand while his arm hooked itself over the bar.
He actually made it, Xolla thought with wide eyes, the light cycle hitting the ground below and erupting into an explosion of blue and white pixelated mass.
She did her best not to let out any triumphant sounds, practically vibrating where she stood.
Tron shifted and grasped the opening's edge with both hands, pulling himself up and flipping inside, pausing briefly after landing to crouch down and close the hatch behind him. “I've entered the first floor,” he reported into the mic, quickly rising to his feet and running silently down the long hall.
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The red and green programs alternated as they ran, switching sides of the hall as more Sentries closed in on them, staffs already in motion.
Again! Roznal thought to herself, throwing her disc at one of the Sentries closing in on her side of the passageway, only to have the Sentry block it and lunge towards her, dodging as she switched sides with Kex. She caught her disc and leaped up, jumping over the widely swung weapon and above the new Sentry before her, shifting her weight as she dropped down, boot slamming into the top of the program's helmet, toppling him over. She didn't waste any time, bringing her disc down quickly and roughly, forcing it through the blacked out helmet, derezzing the program. There's too many.. she trailed off in thought to herself, jolted out of her thoughts by a disc skimming her lower back.
The red circuited program twisted quickly, gritting her teeth as the pain shot through her sensors, hurling her disc at the third Sentry behind her, derezzing it simultaneously with Kex's green lit disc.
Kex hurried over to her, pulling her to her feet with a strong grip on her arm. “Damage,” he demanded, eyes focused on the program.
“Minor. I'll manage,” she gritted out, shrugging out of the green program's grasp, “Continue,” she ordered after a moment, turning to continue their way down the new hall, Kex following behind momentarily.
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Tron spiraled in the air, avoiding two discs as he wielded his own, gripping them close to his chest in the spin before bringing them down diagonally into the two Sentry's chests as he landed, red pixels layering the ground behind his crouched form. “Status,” he demanded into his mic, twisting up suddenly to behead a third Sentry behind him, derezzing the program.
“Minor damage, proceeding to target area,” he heard Kex reply on the other end as he ran, rounding another corner on the second floor, angling up into the third.
“The ground level Sentry squads are closing off the area,” now came Xolla's voice, “investigation of the crashed light cycle is commencing.”
Left, right, left, straight, his memory repeated Xolla's instructions from earlier, running down the long hall of the third level.
“Sam,” he said into his mic.
No response.
“Sam?” he asked after a moment, rounding the right side corner, another set of Sentries at the end of the new hall, pausing briefly before they began running in his direction, staffs aimed with one hand, retrieving their discs with the other.
“Sam?” he said a little louder, worry beginning to weave through his circuits, “Can you hear me? Sam!” The security program quickly dodged the discs, twisting and flipping over them at an angle before bringing his discs down against two of the Sentry's staffs, kicking the third square in the chest, the program skidding down the hall on its back. Tron quickly deflected the oncoming discs, keeping them from their owners and plunging one disc into a Sentry's chest, the other up into the second Sentry's jaw, derezzing the two programs, ducking below the third Sentry's lunge, ramming both of his discs into its' waist, derezzing it shortly after the others.
“Sam!” he called out again, straightening after still only getting silence on the other end, eyes finding their way to the large doors at the end of the hall. He stared for a moment, gripping his discs a little tighter at his sides before he started to make his way down the hall, eyes focused intently on the doors.
Roznal and Kex soon rounded the left corner behind him, catching sight of the security program and picking up their pace to catch up, slowing once they'd reached his sides.
“They have the User?” Roznal asked, her free hand gripping her side nearest to the pain in her lower back.
Tron just gave a slow nod after a moment, the three programs closing in on the doors.
Once they reached a close proximity to the entryway, the doors slid open, Tron's eyes widening behind his mask at the sight they found.
(You'll have to copy/paste the link):
http://shaishda.livejournal.com/2624.html The Plan [ Ch. 7 ] | http://shaishda.livejournal.com/3177.html Traitorous [ Ch. 9 ]