Stepping Stones Ch.5
Title: Stepping Stones
Rating: T
Universe: Tron
Pairing: Developing
Word Count: 1,018
At first, it had surprised Sark how many programs had wanted to join the ranks of the MCP, but he realized that their desires were easily understood and quite rudimentary. It wasn't all about power, at least not in the majority of their reasoning. Control, organization and order was a program's natural want - it was in their innermost core to seek out these things.
But what continued to stand out as a surprise to Sark were the programs who resisted, albeit even if it was a small number. Most were too weak to fight back or simply accepting of the MCP's spreading influence cycle by cycle. This pleased the MCP, and what pleased the MCP by extension made Sark more than brim with pride.
It had been nearly 10 cycles since Sark had begun to spread the MCP's influence - now he had lieutenants and underlings to take care of the busy work, guards to patrol the inner parts of the grid cities, and recognizers to defend the outer walls. His cycles were now filled with reading reports and shouting at lieutenants, which he was perfectly comfortable doing - it was in his programming after all.
Sark looked up from a daily report given to him by a lieutenant as a guard approached, clad in distinctive bulky armor, staff at his side. Sark looked up, setting the data pad down, craning his neck to stretch it before giving the guard his full attention.
"Yes?"
"The MCP requests your presence, sir." The guard said swiftly before inclining his head and turning to leave.
Sark sighed, standing up from his seat and making his way through the maze of hallways and circuit-lit tunnels to the Solar Sailer dock, the simulation already running in expectation for his arrival. Once aboard, he lazily typed in commands for the MCP's Mesa, and leaned back against a guard rail, crossing his arms as the transport left its dock.
Hurriedly, the Sailer gained speed, streaking across the open lands of the grid, reaching the uninhabitable outlands, then the sea of simulation. The MCP's mesa was becoming visible and rapidly approaching, the spinning cylinder guard orbiting the great obelisk hidden within become more and more sharply defined to the naked eye. Once the Solar Sailer docked, and Sark approached, the MCP already had its attention fixed upon him.
"You called, Master Control?"
The MCP looked down at him with an unreadable expression before speaking, "Sark I believe it's time to expand my arsenal."
Sark blinked, twisting his lips to the side in thought before replying. "Are the recognizers not sufficient? I have received no reports of problems other than minor resistances that have been quelled within the cycle, Master Control."
"Not that." The MCP continued, "Every time I wish to speak with you it must be via messenger, this is wasting your time and more importantly, mine. I have been creating schematics for a carrier that is capable of receiving a direct link from the Mesa, to put an end to these time-consuming Solar Sailer rides."
Sark nodded, setting his hands on his hips, "And this carrier will also serve as a mobile base?"
"Precisely. It will be linked to your own personal command codes, and should you see fit, will be derezzed and recycled upon your command."
Sark was slightly overwhelmed for a moment before he spoke up once more, "It's for me..?"
"Who else would I give it to?"
"Ah…you are correct, Master Control. Tha-"
The MCP quickly cut off his gratitude.
"I will also be upgrading that garish armor - you were built by a User yes but I won't have your appearance reflecting it."
"Master Control I'm afraid I don't understa-"
"Silence!"
Sark pursed his lips shut quickly, looking down and standing still as he felt a direct link from the MCP working its way in to his armor, rerouting code and lines of data. His armor glowed, certain pieces derezzing and others being built on block by block until it had changed shape. He felt additional weight on his head, and once the glow faded and his armor code become sedentary, Sark reached back to feel around his neck and behind his head. His gloved hands pinched a fabric-like material, moving up to the sides of his head to grasp long backwards horn-like ornaments.
"There. Much better."
He heard the MCP speak but was currently too involved with observing his new full body attire before he looked up, a small smile on his face. Before Sark could speak however, the MCP barked his orders for Sark to depart - adding quickly afterwards that the Carrier would be constructed within the next half-cycle.
Sark turned, and once the MCP could no longer see his expression, a grin split through his face and he strolled back towards the Solar Sailer beaming with pride.
Rating: T
Universe: Tron
Pairing: Developing
Word Count: 1,018
At first, it had surprised Sark how many programs had wanted to join the ranks of the MCP, but he realized that their desires were easily understood and quite rudimentary. It wasn't all about power, at least not in the majority of their reasoning. Control, organization and order was a program's natural want - it was in their innermost core to seek out these things.
But what continued to stand out as a surprise to Sark were the programs who resisted, albeit even if it was a small number. Most were too weak to fight back or simply accepting of the MCP's spreading influence cycle by cycle. This pleased the MCP, and what pleased the MCP by extension made Sark more than brim with pride.
It had been nearly 10 cycles since Sark had begun to spread the MCP's influence - now he had lieutenants and underlings to take care of the busy work, guards to patrol the inner parts of the grid cities, and recognizers to defend the outer walls. His cycles were now filled with reading reports and shouting at lieutenants, which he was perfectly comfortable doing - it was in his programming after all.
Sark looked up from a daily report given to him by a lieutenant as a guard approached, clad in distinctive bulky armor, staff at his side. Sark looked up, setting the data pad down, craning his neck to stretch it before giving the guard his full attention.
"Yes?"
"The MCP requests your presence, sir." The guard said swiftly before inclining his head and turning to leave.
Sark sighed, standing up from his seat and making his way through the maze of hallways and circuit-lit tunnels to the Solar Sailer dock, the simulation already running in expectation for his arrival. Once aboard, he lazily typed in commands for the MCP's Mesa, and leaned back against a guard rail, crossing his arms as the transport left its dock.
Hurriedly, the Sailer gained speed, streaking across the open lands of the grid, reaching the uninhabitable outlands, then the sea of simulation. The MCP's mesa was becoming visible and rapidly approaching, the spinning cylinder guard orbiting the great obelisk hidden within become more and more sharply defined to the naked eye. Once the Solar Sailer docked, and Sark approached, the MCP already had its attention fixed upon him.
"You called, Master Control?"
The MCP looked down at him with an unreadable expression before speaking, "Sark I believe it's time to expand my arsenal."
Sark blinked, twisting his lips to the side in thought before replying. "Are the recognizers not sufficient? I have received no reports of problems other than minor resistances that have been quelled within the cycle, Master Control."
"Not that." The MCP continued, "Every time I wish to speak with you it must be via messenger, this is wasting your time and more importantly, mine. I have been creating schematics for a carrier that is capable of receiving a direct link from the Mesa, to put an end to these time-consuming Solar Sailer rides."
Sark nodded, setting his hands on his hips, "And this carrier will also serve as a mobile base?"
"Precisely. It will be linked to your own personal command codes, and should you see fit, will be derezzed and recycled upon your command."
Sark was slightly overwhelmed for a moment before he spoke up once more, "It's for me..?"
"Who else would I give it to?"
"Ah…you are correct, Master Control. Tha-"
The MCP quickly cut off his gratitude.
"I will also be upgrading that garish armor - you were built by a User yes but I won't have your appearance reflecting it."
"Master Control I'm afraid I don't understa-"
"Silence!"
Sark pursed his lips shut quickly, looking down and standing still as he felt a direct link from the MCP working its way in to his armor, rerouting code and lines of data. His armor glowed, certain pieces derezzing and others being built on block by block until it had changed shape. He felt additional weight on his head, and once the glow faded and his armor code become sedentary, Sark reached back to feel around his neck and behind his head. His gloved hands pinched a fabric-like material, moving up to the sides of his head to grasp long backwards horn-like ornaments.
"There. Much better."
He heard the MCP speak but was currently too involved with observing his new full body attire before he looked up, a small smile on his face. Before Sark could speak however, the MCP barked his orders for Sark to depart - adding quickly afterwards that the Carrier would be constructed within the next half-cycle.
Sark turned, and once the MCP could no longer see his expression, a grin split through his face and he strolled back towards the Solar Sailer beaming with pride.