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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Still. Why? He couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not that there was much else to do here. It had been Sam’s baton-was the program running on some weird sense of rules? Or maybe Clu would’ve wanted him alive. That made more sense. Sam didn't doubt Rinzler would follow his directives, even at risk to himself. Though the image of Clu’s attack on the smaller program-of Clu stealing his baton, Sam realized-wouldn’t go away. He shrugged. So Clu was a bastard to his people. That doesn’t mean they disobey him. Memories of the Rectifier flashed through his head, the thousands of orange-lit troops stepping in line, and Sam stopped pacing, looking warily at the limp black form. It doesn’t mean they can disobey.
He should leave. He should head back up the cliff, pick a direction, and get some distance. A lot of distance, if he could figure out the baton properly. Why should he care if he left Rinzler to wake up (or die) alone? That just meant less targets in sight, right?
Sam rolled his eyes and stared up at the sky. Great word choice.The
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anonymous
March 11 2011, 08:25:55 UTC
Apologies to all for the long wait. The real world sucks. Also, I hate dialog, and it apparently reciprocates. Which is kinda unfortunate, given the prompt I picked. -_- These guys are ridiculously awkward, though!
Character limit hates me arguably more than the dialog does, so half-size chaptery chunks for these two. At least one more real-sized part in this chapter--hopefully tonight, but we'll see.Sam waited, studying the unmoving program. The brightness of Rinzler’s suit had dimmed to a fainter steady glow. Apart from the color, the circuits looked the same-dots and dashes for the most part, skeletal lines tracing part of the hands as they lay to his sides. The helmet, touched with small streaks in the back, hung forward, nearly hitting the clustered squares in the center of the chest. The color was less pure blue and more a blue-shaded white, he decided. Kind of like Quorra
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Hold On [3d]
anonymous
March 11 2011, 08:29:00 UTC
A faint hissing crackle came from the program, like the noise you got if you exhaled into a microphone. Sam’s head tilted in fascination. Was that a sigh?
“Why are you here, Sam Flynn?”
His eyes widened. …What?
“Wait-you talk?!” The question came out in a startled burst and he flushed slightly as the helmet angled in response. “I mean… yeah. Okay. But you sounded… different before.” He shut up. It’s true, though. The wind had stolen most of the volume, but during the fall, Rinzler’s speech had been a cracking broken noise, static and buzzing and raw painful sound. And before that, if he had done anything but growl creepily, Sam had missed it. Except that once.
But the growl was gone, and the voice was quieter now, no longer forced or crackling. Rough, tired, almost hesitant-with disuse?-but in the end, just words, backed with a faint electronic hiss. “There was… damage
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Hold On [3e]
anonymous
March 12 2011, 10:42:57 UTC
Right. Posting before I waste another hour staring grumpily at it. Your reviews are awesome. And accurate on all points. :D
Sam looked down at Rinzler, then abruptly crouched, firmly ignoring the spike of unease as he settled beside the program. The helmet followed his movements slowly, as if uncertain of his intent. Yeah, well, Sam wasn’t really sure either.
“Sam Flynn-”
“It’s Sam,” he interrupted, then looked away, feeling foolish. “Just… just Sam, alright?”
The program studied him for a moment, head tipping fractionally to the left. “Sam. Why are you here?” Softer, hesitantly, “Where’s Flynn?”
The first question confused Sam, the second hit him like a blow. His jaw clenched, and he turned away from Rinzler to glower at the sea. “He didn’t fall. If that’s what you mean.” The plane, falling, rising again in halting bursts. Clu following. Sam closed his eyes, shook his head, gazed back up at the black and empty sky. “I don’t know.”
The faceless attention was fixed on him. “Then why-”
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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He should leave. He should head back up the cliff, pick a direction, and get some distance. A lot of distance, if he could figure out the baton properly. Why should he care if he left Rinzler to wake up (or die) alone? That just meant less targets in sight, right?
Sam rolled his eyes and stared up at the sky. Great word choice.The ( ... )
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But what happened to Quorra? Is she alive? *hopeful puppy dog eyes*
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omg omg omg omg omg omg omg
What happens next, precious? What happens next???
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:) Glad you're liking so far, and I should have at least another blurb or two done before I sleep.
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You reviewers are the best.
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Character limit hates me arguably more than the dialog does, so half-size chaptery chunks for these two. At least one more real-sized part in this chapter--hopefully tonight, but we'll see.Sam waited, studying the unmoving program. The brightness of Rinzler’s suit had dimmed to a fainter steady glow. Apart from the color, the circuits looked the same-dots and dashes for the most part, skeletal lines tracing part of the hands as they lay to his sides. The helmet, touched with small streaks in the back, hung forward, nearly hitting the clustered squares in the center of the chest. The color was less pure blue and more a blue-shaded white, he decided. Kind of like Quorra ( ... )
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“Why are you here, Sam Flynn?”
His eyes widened. …What?
“Wait-you talk?!” The question came out in a startled burst and he flushed slightly as the helmet angled in response. “I mean… yeah. Okay. But you sounded… different before.” He shut up. It’s true, though. The wind had stolen most of the volume, but during the fall, Rinzler’s speech had been a cracking broken noise, static and buzzing and raw painful sound. And before that, if he had done anything but growl creepily, Sam had missed it. Except that once.
But the growl was gone, and the voice was quieter now, no longer forced or crackling. Rough, tired, almost hesitant-with disuse?-but in the end, just words, backed with a faint electronic hiss. “There was… damage ( ... )
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Yay update! :DD
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KEEP GOING. <3
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I love Sam being uncertain about whether to run from Tron or hug him.
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Also, programs: color-coded for your convenience! ; )
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Sam looked down at Rinzler, then abruptly crouched, firmly ignoring the spike of unease as he settled beside the program. The helmet followed his movements slowly, as if uncertain of his intent. Yeah, well, Sam wasn’t really sure either.
“Sam Flynn-”
“It’s Sam,” he interrupted, then looked away, feeling foolish. “Just… just Sam, alright?”
The program studied him for a moment, head tipping fractionally to the left. “Sam. Why are you here?” Softer, hesitantly, “Where’s Flynn?”
The first question confused Sam, the second hit him like a blow. His jaw clenched, and he turned away from Rinzler to glower at the sea. “He didn’t fall. If that’s what you mean.” The plane, falling, rising again in halting bursts. Clu following. Sam closed his eyes, shook his head, gazed back up at the black and empty sky. “I don’t know.”
The faceless attention was fixed on him. “Then why-”
“Why do you care?!” Bitter anger bubbled ( ... )
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