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Rinzler is on your dash, purring
… Why does he make that purring sound anyway? Someone please educate me (I just noticed that last night watching Legacy again with my HQ headphones)
Tron hun you have completely lost your mind /sob
It’s never explained canonically, but most of the fandom has extrapolated from implications (the fact that it sounds a lot like the noise a struggling or broken hard drive makes, combined with Rinzler’s history) that it has something to do with code conflict—Tron’s base directives (Protect the System, Fight for the Users, etc.) grating against Clu’s enforced overwrites.
in addition to previous reblogged post.
my variation of Clu’s feelings. Not only Sam was abandoned by father.
Flynn is hiding, and Clu hates him for it.
There was never a time before now when Clu couldn’t feel Flynn within him. He’d never needed the light of the open Portal to tell him that Flynn was on the Grid; he’d simply known. They shared a face, a voice. They’d finished each other’s sentences, sometimes. He’d shared Flynn’s dreams, seen hazy images of the world of the Users through Flynn’s eyes, and he knows Flynn dreamed of him, oftheir world, when he was gone. They’d shared a vision.
That Flynn is hiding physically from him is bad enough. But he’s hiding himself, his soul, too, leaving nothing but a distant spark to indicate he’s even still alive, and the cold absence where his Creator’s presence had once lived makes Clu burn with rage.
The Games are on this millicycle, and Clu participates, to the mingled shock and uneasy delight of the crowd, taking on a team of six captive Programs in the Final Round. Disc Wars is not ordinarily his sport—he’s always preferred the thrill of the lightcycle derbies—but tonight he tears through his opponents with vicious, savage gusto. Two of them bear the bright green circuitry of Bostrumite ISOs, dragged out from their underground knotholes, and Clu pays them special attention, eschewing disc to tear one of them limb from limb barehanded and driving his fist through the chest of the other.
Can you feel this? Clu thinks, as the second of the ISOs crumbles into nothing around his fingers. Can you see? I know you can. Come for me, stop me, answer me!
Flynn never does.
Moving on to our B-players and bad guys…
Jarvis - Kevan Lannister. Beleagured middle-management/second banana to Clu…and he’s fine with that! Just so long as Clu notices him and allows him to do his job. Gets sort of sneered at by everyone else because of this, alas.
Castor/Zuse - Varys. Flamboyant information-dealer. Has a friendly-only-not-really rivalry/symbiotic relationship thing going on with Clu, but nobody knows whose side this dude is really on.
Dyson - Lysa Tully. Not entirely stable? Check. Jealous of his “brother” Tron and Clu’s apparent fixation thereupon? Check. Thinks he’s Clu’s #1 dude and they’re going to rule the Grid together? Check. Enjoys psychological warfare? Check. Everyone else in the entire universe thinks he’s a creepy dick? Check.
Tesler - Roose Bolton. The occupying warden of a settlement up in what is apparently the frozen North of the Grid. Despite his creepy eyes and perpetual scowl, he’s actually pretty good at playing up the (Faux) Affably Evil angle when it suits his purpose, and was able to turn a massacre that he engineered to his own advantage by shifting the blame onto someone else, gaining a competent henchperson and local support in doing so.
Pavel - Ramsay Bolton. Total no-brainer.Tesler’s exceedingly creepy right-hand man, except for the part where he’s cheerfully planning to double-cross him at the first opportunity. Pavel’s really only the most casual player of the Game—he could care less about Clu or order or the System or anything else. All he cares about is that his (somewhat precarious) position of power gives him almost unlimited permissions and access to the pursuit of his true passion: hurting people.
Paige - Jaime Lannister. Lord, this was a tough one, but hear me out here. First of all there’s the badassery, which should be self-explanatory (watch her in the arena in Rendezvous). Underneath the red circuits and the cold, haughty demeanor, Paige is actually a genuinely good person, but she’s definitely lost her way and done some heinous things, and she comes off as a card-carrying member of the Evil League of Evil until we start getting to see things from her POV (damn the show for not giving us more of this.)
Zed - Sam Tarly. A total dork and a bit of a coward, but when you put the asses of those he cares about in the frying pan he will brave hell to pull them back out…even if he faceplants onto the grill a couple times in the attempt.
Mara - Brienne of Tarth. I know, I know, physically she doesn’t even come close. Personality-wise, though, Mara totally possesses Brienne’s idealism, her undying loyalty to her friends, and her surprising resourcefulness and competence in a fight, despite the fact that she’s the last person you’d ever expect to see willingly participating in these kind of situations.
Abel - Davos Seaworth. The One Sane Man and voice of reason amidst the crazy that’s overtaking everyone around him. Outwardly perfectly ordinary, working in a perfectly legit profession, but apparently has a very colorful past that we’re only given tiny glimpses of. Don’t mess with his “kids”, though—he’ll go to hell and back for them, and he’s way more badass than he looks.
Most of us have probably played the Sorting Hat game with our favorite fandoms: what Hogwarts House would your favorite characters fit best in? (Another variant I’m personally rather enamored of is shoving Lantern Rings of various hues onto every character I can get within arm’s reach). However, when it comes to Tron, these days, I can’t help but feel it shares a great deal more similarity with another massively popular fantasy literature series…one that is vastly less tame (
and being we were talking about Harry Potter, that’s saying something, cough) but still happens to come with a “sorting” system of its own. So without further ado, let us mash together Tron and George R. R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones for TV-only folks) and laugh uneasily at how easy it is.
Kevin Flynn - Eddard “Ned” Stark. A good man who earned the love and undying loyalty of thousands…but his way of not quite being able to get it through his thick head that not everyone thinks the way he does and making decisions accordingly leads, in large part, to his downfall.
Sam Flynn - Sansa Stark. Kevin Flynn’s kid, who worshipped the heroes in his dad’s stories…but turned out to be a bit Wrong Genre Savvy and completely out of his depth when he found himself a player in them. Spends most of the story being a damsel in distress (you know it’s true), but is brighter and stronger than a lot of people give him credit for.
Tron - Catelyn Tully-Stark. Strong and fierce and extremely intelligent, with a close, profound relationship with Flynn (who he was all of the unsure about, at first, but eventually grew to love). His greatest priority in life is the protection of his people, and he sees the things Flynn (and others) tend to miss. Rendered unrecognizable (and utterly terrifying) by a horrific betrayal.
Clu - Petyr “Littlefinger” Baelish, with a not-insignificant bit of Tywin Lannister thrown in. Clu has Lord Tywin’s scary competence and power position (not to mention the fact that the fandom has apparently long associated him with lion motifs), coupled with Littlefinger’s master-class skill at Xanatos Speed Chess and his creepy, creepy obsessions, one of which focuses pretty clearly on Tron…
Quorra - Daenerys Targaryen. The exiled Last of Her Kind, Quorra demonstrates a curious mixture of childlike naivete and extremely impressive badassery. Implied to be “special” in a nebulous sort of way, and is almost ethereally beautiful.
Beck - Robb Stark. Leads a rebellion in Flynn and Tron’s name, and despite his obvious youth and occasional derpitude actually starts succeeding against all odds. Mentored by Tron, but doesn’t always listen to Tron the way he ought to. Uprising’s cancellation left his ultimate fate ambiguous, but let’s be real, guys: that aforementioned horrific betrayal is almost certainly going to result in these two boys sharing a similar fate.
Anon - Jon Snow. Kevin Flynn’s “bastard” program, the last he ever wrote and forgotten or looked at with scorn and/or suspicion by most of the Grid. One of the last desperate bulwarks against an oncoming eldritch zombie apocalypse.
Gibson - Howland Reed. The leader of a tough, insular little clan-colony that makes its home in a godforsaken stretch of inhospitable wilderness where nobody else in their right mind would want to live. Good luck finding them if they don’t want to be found. If you do manage to win Gibson’s trust and loyalty, however, he will face death and worse for you and never so much as blink.
Jalen - Rhaegar Targaryen. Never gets so much as a minute of screentime (as himself, anyway), but was an extremely important and intriguing figure. A book-smart scholar, heir to the leadership of his people, who never really wanted to be a warrior but turned out to be pretty crazy-awesome in a fight when something convinced him that learning how to do so was a thing that needed done. Sadly, Jalen didn’t recognize the looming storm on the horizon that was coming for him and his people, and made a couple of rather ill-advised choices that led to his downfall…and the murder of his entire family.
(TO BE CONTINUED…)
SO THAT’S WHAT THAT VIRUS DOES.
This is a page from “Tron: Legacy - Initiate Sequence”, an “It’s Your Call” aka choose your own adventure book. Goldmine, people!
This end is what you get when you make Sam chicken out on everything past “go to the arcade or not”. Sam finds out that some kid called Alex has been sneaking into the arcade… when the kid sneaks into the basement you just left and starts making a racket down there. When Sam runs back down and catches him, the “Aperture Clear Y/N” message on Flynn’s desk has given way to a map of the Grid. Alex touches a part of it marked with “Outlands” and he and Sam are zapped in by the laser and appear in the Outlands, near the Sea. Alex is the worst most obnoxious brat and wants to wade in the Sea, where he promptly gets picked up by a Reco. Cue the page above. I am not sorry for how fucked he is without Sam to save him. XD
I’m making my way through the book by constantly picking the option that seems like it’ll lead to the fastest end, and this is the third end I’ve found. The first I got was: throw away the keys Alan gives you > find out two days of screwing around on your bike later that Encom has somehow managed to boot you out and take your inheritance from you > find a job assisting a stunt coordinator called Jax (girl’s name btw) > be an impatient dick > get fired > end up a fast food delivery guy, which is the best job you can find with your skill set
and dickishness. The second end was: don’t be an impatient dick to Jax > keep the job > become a stunt man and then a movie star > become enough of a movie star to buy Encom back and make Alan CEO, on the sole condition that he lets you keep base jumping off of the office building.
Long story short, THIS BOOK IS GREAT. I am laughing so hard. Totally adopting a ton of this extra stuff into my personal headcanon.
…holy shit that one story I wrote for Ran wasn’t so far off after all. o_O
I posted these Tron shortfics yesterday, but a few people asked for a rebloggable version, so here it is! You can also find them at the ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/790139/chapters/1492513
Prompt: “If he and Tron were such good friends, why do you think Flynn didn’t bring Yori over from the old system?”
“So that’s it. Lora’s just… out?”
Alan shook his head. “She had a better opportunity in DC. We talked it over, and it seems like the best thing for the both of us. Especially with the way Kevin’s been lately…”
Roy snorted. “He messed up my chances with Jen, too. It’s like he meant to piss her off! And now this… Lora can’t go. She’s one of us!”
“Gooble, gobble,” Alan sighed, but his heart wasn’t in it. He turned away, just for a moment, looking out over the city. “He’s been this way ever since. Ever since… Jordan. Just can’t stand to see anybody happy, I guess.”
Elsewhere, a command prompt was blinking:
Delete program: YORI-ES937154? [y / n] _
Prompt: “‘User.’ Rinzler can talk! So what’s up with that how at first it seemed like he couldn’t? Elaborate at your leisure, please, in a Clu/Rinzler mindset.”
“You don’t talk much anymore,” Clu told him. His own voice was low and quiet despite the safety of the Throne Room; it faded into the whisper of his coat as he moved to Rinzler’s left. Then his hand came round, confident and possessive, ghosting over the damage which ran down Rinzler’s throat.
Rinzler turned his chin away, and let his forehead rest against Clu’s wrist — to pull away entirely would have invited anger. “Hurts,” he said at last. The gravel in his voice went on long after he’d spoken.
“I know,” Clu muttered. “But I like to hear you.” His hand dipped lower, skirting Rinzler’s hip. Clu stepped into it, drawing Rinzler close, and pressed the length of his body against Rinzler’s back. “Talk to me,” he ordered. There was a pause, and then: “Tell me a story.”
There was a User once, and an Administrator, and his friend the Security program…
Once upon a time, in a world far, far away, there was a system in which no one was free…
Once I was free. Or so I thought.
None of the stories Rinzler knew seemed to fit the moment, so he invented one, screwing his eyes shut so he could see it more clearly. The gesture made his scar itch, and that helped to drown out the pain of each slow, hesitant word.
“There was… a Leader, and his enforcer. They lived in a System which was… almost perfect. And together they made it perfect…”
“I think I know this one,” Clu murmured, and after that they said nothing at all.
Prompt: “Has Rinzler or Jarvis ever noticed any strange User-like quirks of Clu’s, given the way he was created?”
There are songs in him. Little tune-snippets which mean something to Clu, but nothing to the others. They slip out sometimes when he’s busy reformatting, reorganizing, Rectifying:
Don’t stop! Believin’! Hold on to that feeling…
My blood runs cold, yeah, my memory has just been sold!
Jarvis rarely gets to hear them, though he’s sure Rinzler does; the Enforcer never misses a beat. Still, they’re a part of the Leader few know, and fewer understand… and Jarvis saves each and every one of them on his Disc, so that someday he might understand them, too.
Prompt: “…Clu threatening Kevin with his big dick, sexytimes pre-coup… Clu comes out and Flynn is just like JESUS CHRIST WHAT IS LIKE I DON’T HAVE THAT”
“I’m not as you made me anymore,” Clu growled. “The ISOs, the system… you won’t listen, everything’s changed…”
“Shut up and kiss me,” Kevin muttered, and yanked at his belt. He’d never gotten over the feel of his own lips against his, his own stubble-burn over his jaw; it had been way, way too long. For the both of them.
“Hmph,” Clu grumped, and rolled so that Kevin was, abruptly, on the bottom. Kevin wriggled in vain, humping up against Clu’s hard body. Jeez, when had he gotten so heavy?
Clu covered him with a nigh-aggressive roll of his hips, sharp blue eyes a finger’s breadth from Kevin’s face. He derezzed his suit with a thought, dragged one of Kevin’s hands out from under him, and then shoved it down, down to…
Kevin spread his hand in silent, shocked wonder, measuring the extent of his creation. Confusion warred with jealousy, and both must’ve shown on his face, because Clu just smirked at him.
“I told you, User. Everything’s changed…”
All of these are fanastic, though I had to wince a little at that first one. Ouch.
Completely lost my shit at the image of Clu singing J. Geils’ “Centerfold”, though.
Here’s what I wanted with that composition - Alan chancing upon one of Rinzler’s discs and warning Sam to stay behind. Because it would be good to have somebody who’s not a Flynn in charge for once.
…this is exactly the inspiration I needed to get back to work on Beyond the Sea tonight. Wow.
Whaaaaa! :D It is so cute!
“When I said I wanted something to read, this wasn’t what I had mind,” Sam said, looking up from the pile of books that Quorra had draped over him. Fuck, why did his leg have to be in a cast? It made his house-mates three hundred percent worse.
“Well, you didn’t specify,” Quorra said from the open kitchen, where she was mixing the egg wash for french toast with the precision of a chemist. Why were they having french toast? Because his painkiller had come with instructions to eat something when taking, and that happened to be Q’s favorite.
His protestations that it was two in the goddamn morning were met with a pat on the head. He had a feeling the books would be met with the same if she wasn’t distracted, even if the point had been to just have something to stare at until he could sleep.
“Do you want syrup or nutella?” Quorra called, a giggle in her voice as she snuck a glance over at him.
Sam looked sideways at Rinzler, who had taken custody of the prescription bottle when Sam had tried to take the damn pain pill earlier. Rinzler stared back, his chin resting on one hand, before he deliberately plucked a copy of The Martian Chronicles off the book pile.
“Someone has to keep you out of trouble,” Rinzler proclaimed. Sam groaned.
Kat, you are a national treasure. <3