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Who: Tron, Clu, and whoever else jumps in
What: Tron's been told about what Clu was doing to Gem. He is not happy.
Where: An abandoned area of the city.
When: Current time
Warnings: None so far.
Tron raced his light-cycle through the streets of the city, his processor running fast and hot. He knew that what he was going to do was impulsive and dangerous, but he didn't care, not right now. Clu would not hurt someone else he cared about, not again, not as long as he could do something to stop it.
However, finding Clu was proving to be a problem. He hadn't been at the Arena, obviously, and hadn't been at the End of Line club. Tron had not seen a new command ship flying the skies, and so had no idea where to find the reintegrated program.
Finally, he decided on a plan and turned his cycle toward one of the smaller roads, turning toward an abandoned area of the city. Gridbugs had decimated parts of it here, leaving the buildings crumbling and half-derezzed, the lights on the streets flickering and dim. Finding a working data port was difficult, but Tron finally located one and coded it for an open transmission.
Clu. We need to speak. Meet me at these coordinates. He hoped the other would get his message soon. Now all he could do was wait.
What: Tron's been told about what Clu was doing to Gem. He is not happy.
Where: An abandoned area of the city.
When: Current time
Warnings: None so far.
Tron raced his light-cycle through the streets of the city, his processor running fast and hot. He knew that what he was going to do was impulsive and dangerous, but he didn't care, not right now. Clu would not hurt someone else he cared about, not again, not as long as he could do something to stop it.
However, finding Clu was proving to be a problem. He hadn't been at the Arena, obviously, and hadn't been at the End of Line club. Tron had not seen a new command ship flying the skies, and so had no idea where to find the reintegrated program.
Finally, he decided on a plan and turned his cycle toward one of the smaller roads, turning toward an abandoned area of the city. Gridbugs had decimated parts of it here, leaving the buildings crumbling and half-derezzed, the lights on the streets flickering and dim. Finding a working data port was difficult, but Tron finally located one and coded it for an open transmission.
Clu. We need to speak. Meet me at these coordinates. He hoped the other would get his message soon. Now all he could do was wait.