Tronzler/Sam, alternate lightjet scene
anonymous
March 1 2011, 18:37:11 UTC
So, about a month back I got the chance from a friend's dad who worked on the original tron to see a Tron panel at UCLA, and while there we got to see some deleted scenes and the making of and all that jazz and meet the makers. It was awesome and cool and super crazy.
In one of the alternate scenes they cut out, near the end of the movie during the lightjet fight, the tail of the light jet Sam, Quorra, and Kevin are flying in gets chopped off and sends Sam flying down into Sea of Simulation. I'm guessing that Tron's "I fight for the users" scene was the same because instead of Clu stealing his light jet as they're falling, it was Sam. I can see WHY they cut this out, because that could have TERRIBLE, but how about this; they also deleted a voice clip from the movie version of that scene, in which after Tron rams into Clu's, after Sam yells "It's over!" he also yells "Tron fights for the Users!" I just thought that was super cute and sad and while I can why they cut it, still, sadface
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Re: Tronzler/Sam, alternate lightjet scene
anonymous
March 1 2011, 18:49:45 UTC
Might fill this, but a few questions.
When you say Tronzler makes a dive for him... this is post-crashing-into-Clu? And does Clu steal the baton first or no? The sequence I've got in my head is basically as per movie except Sam ends up falling too... and then they both crawl out of the water together? O.o
Eh, I'm just a bit confused on what you mean by Tronzler diving for him; does he have a baton left to help at this point or no? I'm guessing no, but... *shrug*
Re: Tronzler/Sam, alternate lightjet scene
anonymous
March 1 2011, 18:55:53 UTC
ah, sorry! I thought that was confusing myself. I meant that instead of crashing into Clu, he makes a dive for Sam to grab him instead, though I suppose him crashing into Clu and having an extra light jet in his pocket (LOL) would stall for the necessary amount of time it would take for Clu to reach the portal before them and
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Right. Nowhere near done with the fill (am wordy as fuck :P), but posting this much tonight. Apologies if I fail hard; this is my first time writing for a prompt. I'd de-anon, but don't have a LJ account.
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“That’s it. It’s over…”
Sam stared out from the turret, out where just moments ago, death had loomed with such certainty. But the sprays of light, the orange and yellow fire, were gone-and in one crash, the threat was ended, slagged bits and chunks spinning outwards.
Shock turned to relief, and a grin spread across his face as he shouted, louder “It’s over!” Laughter and a whoop came from the front-Quorra, sharing his joy at their survival. Sam glanced behind him, saw her smile as she pulled the craft out of the dive, saw his father seated beside her, a look of contemplation on his features. Sam shook his head and turned back to the rearview, smirking. Still with the Zen thing? Really, dad?
He froze, staring. A flash of light-something massive and orange and THERE and oh SHIT-A shattering crash and a roar of light
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He closed his eyes, desperation warring with despair. He needed a support. Or a parachute. Damn it, why hadn’t he kept that wing-pack he’d used to drop in the Rectifier? That would be perfect now.
A faint noise bubbled up in his throat, and then Sam laughed, a jerking sound that wouldn’t stop coming. This was hopeless and stupid and fucking absurd.
But this was it, huh?
He opened his eyes, looking, really looking at the grid. Even this dark, desolate part was beautiful, in a weird and lonely sort of way. The sea underneath, darker and less reflective than he thought water should really be. The clouded sky above-did it always storm here? And the weird shapes of rock or glowing light-the inexplicable monoliths that stuck up from the sea below and floated in the air.
Against which a yellow-lit figure was visible. Moving, diving sideways through the air with purpose
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SO MUCH THANKS to you reviewers. Seriously, I've been following half of your ongoing fills with crazy addiction, and having you guys respond like this... it's amazing. :D
Right, next few chunks. I'm not particularly happy with how all of this came out, but I'm at the point where I'm not making it better... so might as well post. Apologies for any messups. I've vaguely-sorta mapped out the rest, and my conclusion is... this will take time. And words. Mostly the words. -_-
Sam froze. Stared at the black figure as it stirred, limbs gathering with purpose, head cocking as it looked at him, gaze invisible behind the helmet, but unquestionably focused.
Then Rinzler reached out and came up.
Sam nearly shit himself.
He wasn’t rising, of course he wasn’t rising, they were both falling, both doomed. But he was falling slower, spread out limbs dragging on the air in the same maneuver Sam had tried to approximate for stability-but he was doing it right. Doing it better. And despite Sam’s lead, despite the time Rinzler had spent falling with
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The sound was rough and scratchy and broken-sounding, a corrupted file trying to playback through some of the worst static Sam had heard. He turned his head to stare at the featureless mask, trying to tear meaning from the wind’s roar and the unsettling rumble that never went away.
It didn’t make sense. Rinzler didn’t talk-apart from the “user” back in the arena. Okay, so maybe he only talks as he’s deliberating a kill. But that word had sounded a lot better than the noise coming out of the program now, and Sam didn’t think it was all the wind. Even focusing on it (rather than shutting out the sound with all his power), not much made it through.
“Use-from-in arena.” Sam’s confusion burned away as hostility rose up again, overwhelming. That was right, they had done this before. He remembered the solidity of the arena floor, cool smooth glass pressing against him as the faceless program held him down-with edged disks ready to slice, rather than hands gripping him close. He glared back at Rinzler, seething with anger as
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In one of the alternate scenes they cut out, near the end of the movie during the lightjet fight, the tail of the light jet Sam, Quorra, and Kevin are flying in gets chopped off and sends Sam flying down into Sea of Simulation. I'm guessing that Tron's "I fight for the users" scene was the same because instead of Clu stealing his light jet as they're falling, it was Sam. I can see WHY they cut this out, because that could have TERRIBLE, but how about this; they also deleted a voice clip from the movie version of that scene, in which after Tron rams into Clu's, after Sam yells "It's over!" he also yells "Tron fights for the Users!" I just thought that was super cute and sad and while I can why they cut it, still, sadface ( ... )
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When you say Tronzler makes a dive for him... this is post-crashing-into-Clu? And does Clu steal the baton first or no? The sequence I've got in my head is basically as per movie except Sam ends up falling too... and then they both crawl out of the water together? O.o
Eh, I'm just a bit confused on what you mean by Tronzler diving for him; does he have a baton left to help at this point or no? I'm guessing no, but... *shrug*
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Filling this now.
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“That’s it. It’s over…”
Sam stared out from the turret, out where just moments ago, death had loomed with such certainty. But the sprays of light, the orange and yellow fire, were gone-and in one crash, the threat was ended, slagged bits and chunks spinning outwards.
Shock turned to relief, and a grin spread across his face as he shouted, louder “It’s over!” Laughter and a whoop came from the front-Quorra, sharing his joy at their survival. Sam glanced behind him, saw her smile as she pulled the craft out of the dive, saw his father seated beside her, a look of contemplation on his features. Sam shook his head and turned back to the rearview, smirking. Still with the Zen thing? Really, dad?
He froze, staring. A flash of light-something massive and orange and THERE and oh SHIT-A shattering crash and a roar of light ( ... )
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A faint noise bubbled up in his throat, and then Sam laughed, a jerking sound that wouldn’t stop coming. This was hopeless and stupid and fucking absurd.
But this was it, huh?
He opened his eyes, looking, really looking at the grid. Even this dark, desolate part was beautiful, in a weird and lonely sort of way. The sea underneath, darker and less reflective than he thought water should really be. The clouded sky above-did it always storm here? And the weird shapes of rock or glowing light-the inexplicable monoliths that stuck up from the sea below and floated in the air.
Against which a yellow-lit figure was visible. Moving, diving sideways through the air with purpose ( ... )
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*F5 LIKE A MAD PERSON*
This is a great start! Can't wait to see where you go with it.
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*stares at inbox for next update alert*
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don't ever feel like you're failing, anon, this is an amazing start, yeeeeeee
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*waits impatiently*
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Right, next few chunks. I'm not particularly happy with how all of this came out, but I'm at the point where I'm not making it better... so might as well post. Apologies for any messups. I've vaguely-sorta mapped out the rest, and my conclusion is... this will take time. And words. Mostly the words. -_-
Sam froze. Stared at the black figure as it stirred, limbs gathering with purpose, head cocking as it looked at him, gaze invisible behind the helmet, but unquestionably focused.
Then Rinzler reached out and came up.
Sam nearly shit himself.
He wasn’t rising, of course he wasn’t rising, they were both falling, both doomed. But he was falling slower, spread out limbs dragging on the air in the same maneuver Sam had tried to approximate for stability-but he was doing it right. Doing it better. And despite Sam’s lead, despite the time Rinzler had spent falling with ( ... )
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The sound was rough and scratchy and broken-sounding, a corrupted file trying to playback through some of the worst static Sam had heard. He turned his head to stare at the featureless mask, trying to tear meaning from the wind’s roar and the unsettling rumble that never went away.
It didn’t make sense. Rinzler didn’t talk-apart from the “user” back in the arena. Okay, so maybe he only talks as he’s deliberating a kill. But that word had sounded a lot better than the noise coming out of the program now, and Sam didn’t think it was all the wind. Even focusing on it (rather than shutting out the sound with all his power), not much made it through.
“Use-from-in arena.” Sam’s confusion burned away as hostility rose up again, overwhelming. That was right, they had done this before. He remembered the solidity of the arena floor, cool smooth glass pressing against him as the faceless program held him down-with edged disks ready to slice, rather than hands gripping him close. He glared back at Rinzler, seething with anger as ( ... )
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