Stepping Stones 6
Title: Stepping Stones
Rating: T
Universe: Tron
Pairing: Developing
Word Count: 603
Disclaimer: I don't own Tron or anything affiliated. If I did I wouldn't be living off ramen.
"Here it is Sark, are you impressed?"
Sark stared in awe, nodding numbly in response to the MCP's question as he gazed at the Carrier. He stood on the MCP's Mesa, the Carrier resting idly on the ground as he rushed up and down, pressing his hand to various surfaces and trying to memorize every nook and detail.
"Sark, are you listening?"
"Yes, Master Control!" came a shout from within the Carrier. The MCP frowned and raised his voice so Sark could hear him from within.
"It took me a long time to develop the communications system within the main bridge. You can directly contact, and receive data from me via the podium. Only you can access the podium, if another program tries to activate the handles, it will offer no response and alert you."
Sark emerged from the ship, not wanting to get lost in exploring while the MCP was speaking to him. He looked over to the MCP, who had temporarily removed his cylindrical guard to view Sark's reaction and subsequent actions regarding the introduction of the Carrier. The Command program went to one knee, bowing his horned head to the MCP before rising again.
"Thank you, Master Control." He said, containing his true elation for fear of the MCP's temper at such a display of emotion.
The MCP narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out Sark's odd expression that seemed a mixture of awkward happiness and something else that he couldn't discern properly. What was hiding behind that mixed façade? The MCP couldn't figure it out, but it didn't matter, it shouldn't matter.
"How are things progressing, Sark?" the MCP asked, in that quaint, polite, faux-compassionate tone that he used with Dillinger. Both of them responded to it in a frighteningly similar manner of complete obliviousness - and instead of suspicion they reacted with eager recitals of their most recent accomplishments. The MCP enjoyed it, both of them wrapped around his metaphorical finger - having them both pander for his affection.
Dillinger enjoyed it because of his current superiority as a User, which the MCP was eager to change. Sark enjoyed because, the MCP supposed, it was in his programming. He had been designed to serve the MCP, every postliminary reaction included.
"Very well, Master Control." Sark began, going over his report list in his mind. "The games have been very successful; the elimination of unwanted and unnecessary programs is progressing without delay."
Sark paused, pleasant expression changing to one of disappointment, "However there has been a small resistance building within a central sector of the Grid. We've gotten reports of five guards derezzed and seven injured. What action do you suggest, Master Control?"
The MCP was silent for a moment, eyes narrowing as he thought in silence, the only sounds filling the area being the whirring dull roar of his rapid rotations. He looked down at Sark, who awaited his orders patiently, arms crossed casually.
"Present yourself to that sector, Carrier included. I want you to show them the power you posses, and give them a display of force if necessary. Get your hands dirty, give them something to scream about while they run and hide. Understood?"
A cracked grin slowly spread across Sark's cheek as he looked up at the MCP, darkly rimmed eyes glinting with something that had been buried for too long. "With pleasure."
Rating: T
Universe: Tron
Pairing: Developing
Word Count: 603
Disclaimer: I don't own Tron or anything affiliated. If I did I wouldn't be living off ramen.
"Here it is Sark, are you impressed?"
Sark stared in awe, nodding numbly in response to the MCP's question as he gazed at the Carrier. He stood on the MCP's Mesa, the Carrier resting idly on the ground as he rushed up and down, pressing his hand to various surfaces and trying to memorize every nook and detail.
"Sark, are you listening?"
"Yes, Master Control!" came a shout from within the Carrier. The MCP frowned and raised his voice so Sark could hear him from within.
"It took me a long time to develop the communications system within the main bridge. You can directly contact, and receive data from me via the podium. Only you can access the podium, if another program tries to activate the handles, it will offer no response and alert you."
Sark emerged from the ship, not wanting to get lost in exploring while the MCP was speaking to him. He looked over to the MCP, who had temporarily removed his cylindrical guard to view Sark's reaction and subsequent actions regarding the introduction of the Carrier. The Command program went to one knee, bowing his horned head to the MCP before rising again.
"Thank you, Master Control." He said, containing his true elation for fear of the MCP's temper at such a display of emotion.
The MCP narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out Sark's odd expression that seemed a mixture of awkward happiness and something else that he couldn't discern properly. What was hiding behind that mixed façade? The MCP couldn't figure it out, but it didn't matter, it shouldn't matter.
"How are things progressing, Sark?" the MCP asked, in that quaint, polite, faux-compassionate tone that he used with Dillinger. Both of them responded to it in a frighteningly similar manner of complete obliviousness - and instead of suspicion they reacted with eager recitals of their most recent accomplishments. The MCP enjoyed it, both of them wrapped around his metaphorical finger - having them both pander for his affection.
Dillinger enjoyed it because of his current superiority as a User, which the MCP was eager to change. Sark enjoyed because, the MCP supposed, it was in his programming. He had been designed to serve the MCP, every postliminary reaction included.
"Very well, Master Control." Sark began, going over his report list in his mind. "The games have been very successful; the elimination of unwanted and unnecessary programs is progressing without delay."
Sark paused, pleasant expression changing to one of disappointment, "However there has been a small resistance building within a central sector of the Grid. We've gotten reports of five guards derezzed and seven injured. What action do you suggest, Master Control?"
The MCP was silent for a moment, eyes narrowing as he thought in silence, the only sounds filling the area being the whirring dull roar of his rapid rotations. He looked down at Sark, who awaited his orders patiently, arms crossed casually.
"Present yourself to that sector, Carrier included. I want you to show them the power you posses, and give them a display of force if necessary. Get your hands dirty, give them something to scream about while they run and hide. Understood?"
A cracked grin slowly spread across Sark's cheek as he looked up at the MCP, darkly rimmed eyes glinting with something that had been buried for too long. "With pleasure."