Announcement to the Grid

[fight4theusers]

I have decided that I will be taking over management of the Games. I will be returning them to their original purpose from our Creator. They will be a place for Programs to practice their skills with no fear of deresolution, and a place for entertainment for all Programs who wish to observe

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[namesram]

As Tron closed the comm channel, Ram looked at him over the console in the control unit, unable to suppress the grin creeping over his face. It wouldn't be easy to get a whole subsection of the Grid's culture under control, but if anyone could do it, he believed Tron could.

It was time to make the Games program-friendly again (even if it took cracking a few heads -- hopefully in a nonlethal manner -- to do it).

[fight4theusers]

Tron glanced over at Ram, and found that smile to be infectious. "I take it you approve?"

[namesram]

Ram nodded. "It'll be good to get this place back to what it was intended for." Turning slightly, he looked out through the partition into the vast arena area below. "Actually, I haven't been here since... before...."

[[I'm so sorry. Your icon was... distracting.~]]

[fight4theusers]

Tron moved to stand beside Ram, looking over the empty arena. "I want it to be what Flynn... what the Users intended," he said quietly. He glanced over to the other program, curious, but not surprised. "I can understand why you wouldn't want to. When you were in the Games, it... was not for recreation. And under Clu, it was much the same."

[[OOC: Fff what is thaaat...]]

At the Grid

[survivethesiren]

Gem was already in the Game Arena when he made the announcement; her lips curled up in a soft smile when she closed out the feed. She was glad he had decided to do what they had spoken about--to take control of the destiny he hadn't been able to control in so long.

Stepping out on the now dark expanse, staring up into the bleachers, she did something she did rarely--and as far as she knew, no one ever saw her do.

Humming to herself, she slowly pulled her own disc out from behind her back, watching it flare. Well, no one was about to watch her make a fool of herself.

Gem shifted herself on her feet, and with some modification to a run, she flung the disc out, watching the blue trail following the device as it made a curve, eventually returning to her, where she caught it, with a grin.

After one more thought...she tilted her head, and threw it once more.

[ooc: I'm still going to continue our other thread if you don't mind!! On top of this one, of course. Editing to clarify lol]

Re: At the Grid

[fight4theusers]

Tron was preparing to leave the control room when he caught sight of a lone program standing in the arena. Frowning, he moved closer, trying to identify it, then relaxed as he recognized the Siren. He watched her move for a time, admiring her grace and dexterity. She was not a fighter program, obviously, but had enough training to be a decent gamer, should she put her mind to it.

After watching for a long moment, Tron found himself approaching the game cube, unsure himself of his own intentions. He had not fought a match since overcoming his repurposing, and part of him still worried that the programming might still be hidden in his code. He did not wish to hurt her. But perhaps if he took precautions...

Stepping through the entrance, he drew one of his own disks, keeping the other locked in place for the moment. "Would you care for an opponent?"

[OOC: Of course! I don't mind multi-threading at all.]

[survivethesiren]

Gem visibly tensed when Tron walked onto the platform; not because she did not trust him, but she had hoped no one had seen her. She had never competed...never had any formal training. This was not her field....all she had ever known was from watching the Games for cycle upon cycle. And while Gem may not have been designed for fighting, she did do one thing very well--watching, and learning

[fight4theusers]

Tron waited patiently while Gem disappeared, giving his own disk a few practice throws. He could still feel the second disk on his back, waiting, a reminder that he was still different from other programs now, his code too deeply entwined in both disks to be separated. But he would not fight with it, not yet.

When Gem returned to the arena, he smiled faintly upon seeing her more practical footwear. "A very good thought," he said. Holding out his disk, he gestured to the walls around them. "I have adjusted the arena to reduce our disks' output by 50%. They will not injure if they strike us." With that, he dropped into a fighting stance, crouching low, his helmet forming over his head. "Begin."

BABY, COME BACK! You can blame it ALLLL on MEEEE~

[a_perfect_end]

[You...you changed the locks on me. A-are you trying to tell me something? T_T;]

I--don't recognize the encrypt. [And all the permission files have been altered, too!] You do that yourself?

(ooc: asndfj YOU'RE ALIVE, HI. :D um feel free to ignore this post or something, 'cause I tag like. A snail. And, well, it's Clu. So.)

I lol'd, ngl

[fight4theusers]

[Oh, hello last program he wants to see ever. Aren't you supposed to be derezzed? Tron is startled and wary, to say the least.]

Yes. I did. But... that's not important right now. You... how are you here? I thought... [He tries to compile his thoughts and stop his processor from racing.] I thought you were no longer in the system.

[[OOC: YES I LIVE no thanks to work. :| And nooo not gonna ignore! Tron will be all flaily about this in his own way.]

*hee* awesome :D

[a_perfect_end]

Hah. Nice. [Whatever Tron’s done with the security, it’s not taking any of his passes, or the ones he--obtained--from Flynn. Forget the locks: the place has all-new doors, and they’re heavy-duty. Under new management, indeed. Should have expected this, from a security program. From the security program.]

Oh? You know, for a moment there, I thought so too, but...Data management, man. We always, always back up our most important files. In case of emergency, break glass.

As for why here, as in, why this place--[Sardonic flourish and all the smirking. Ever.]

Memories.

[[ooc: dude work is SUCH a four-letter word. -_-; best luck! Annnd *opportunities for Tron!flailing, let me give you them.*]]

[fight4theusers]

Whatever you're trying to do, it won't work. [Tron's security is the best. You should know this.] You won't be able to break it. [Or break him again...]

This is no longer your domain, Clu. I am returning it to its intended purpose. You tried to corrupt it long before you turned against Flynn, I remember well.

[double_discs]

Rinzler was pleased to hear the announcement that the Games would be reopened for public use. It was millicycles later before he finally made it to the Game Grid and he was eager for a challenge once he arrived. Despite this he waited and watched carefully as the other programs began to slowly but surely trickle in and get things started. A tentative Disc War game was started and Rinzler waited until the final opponents had finished their duel before making his move

[fight4theusers]

Tron had been observing the games, pleased with the progress thus far. No programs had been derezzed, and it seemed as though the crowd was still enjoying the spectacle. He was on his way to congratulate the winner when another program entered the arena.

Tron froze. No. It can't be... But the program's stance and fighting style were unmistakable, and Tron felt an eerie sense of looking in a mirror as the two programs battled.

And he knew how this would end...

Finally galvanized into action, he rushed forward, overriding the entrance to the game cube just as the red program knocked the other to the floor. "Rinzler! Stop!" he commanded, drawing his own disk as he sprinted toward the two. He wasn't going to make it, Rinzler was too fast, he was going to see yet another innocent program derezzed before his eyes and it was going to be all his fault...

Putting on an extra burst of speed, he launched himself at the program, hoping to tackle him away.

[double_discs]

Rinzler hesitated for barely a split-second longer than intended when he heard his name called out, but it was enough to give Tron the time to reach him. As he was tackled away from his victim fighting subroutines instantly kicked in and he was struggling with his new opponent before they'd even hit the ground, twisting and angling the fall as much to his advantage as possible. He slammed into the ground--and hard--and ignored the dull pain as he rolled with the other firmly attached.

He came out on top and raised his disc high once more.

Then stopped flat as he stared down at the other program. His head canted to one side slowly. The disc lowered slightly as he hesitated, failed to act any further as he gazed curiously at the familiar program beneath him.

[fight4theusers]

I made it... was Tron's only thought as he managed to throw Rinzler off the other program. Tumbling and rolling, he barely spared a moment to think of his own safety, bringing up his disk to block the blow he knew would be coming at any moment. When Rinzler paused, however, he stared back at him evenly, unmoving. "You recognize me," he said. "I am Tron, and I am the authority in these games. Stand down."