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"If you want an honest answer, I don't know. If I catch you by surprise, a solid maybe, but then we might have other problems because it could become a fight and that's generally frowned upon by human society. If you're expecting it... certainly not for long. But if your attention's focused on me... well. Worst comes to the worst and you derez me, I can be restored from back-up. Humans don't have back-ups, and can't be re-rezzed." Eve shrugged. "And while I trust you not to intentionally hurt anyone for no reason, that doesn't mean you won't sometimes react before you process what's going on - you're a fighter, and an extremely good one. If you lash out because you've been startled or otherwise perceive a threat, someone is likely to get hurt, and I'd prefer it be me than a human."

"Alright." Eve stood, giving Komet a wide enough berth that hopefully he didn't feel crowded. "You need structure, yeah? An established chain of command."

"Alan is acting as leader right now, but he's actually second in command because the leader is away. Her name is Lora. If you get instructions from Alan and Lora that conflict, prioritize Lora's. You will not be in trouble for doing so, as long as you explain if asked that that's what you're doing." She led Komet back downstairs towards the kitchen. The bittersweet smell of coffee wafted up - that would be for Sam. And Komet, if he liked it. "Jet and Sam are your first points of contact for acclimatising and blending into the User world. They defer to Alan and Lora on the whole, but User society is complicated and sometimes they do their own thing. As I understand it, this is normal for Users."

"My position is a temporary assistive one. Humans recover quickly, but are less physically durable that a Program. They cannot be restored from backups, and severe injuries such as loss of limb are permanent. Because your strength is more comparable to a Program's, I'm on hand to make sure you don't hurt anyone - yourself, or others. To take the hits they can't."

"However Komet, I'd like to make one thing clear. If you do not want to do something, then you are allowed to refuse instructions. You may be asked why, or there may be an explanation for why the task is important and an invitation to compromise. But you are always allowed to say no, and have that refusal be respected."

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Fic idea time! Tron's been in many games, some lethal some not, what about him blurring the lines between... earlier ones than that?

Tron heaves a breath through gritted teeth, somewhere between a grin and a grimace. Beck's getting good now, enough to make him actually exert himself to stay ahead, and as much as he enjoys the challenge his scars...

He shakes his head, twists out the way of a leg sweep Beck almost slips past him. Not the time. "Good." He grunts out, striking open-palmed to make Beck lean back. It's not enough to make his friend overbalance any more, and Tron's bared teeth inch closer to a grin. Very good. He's learning.

Beck stalks around him, eyes gleaming with thousands of calculations, and Tron-

Tron gets distracted enough for Beck to clip his side with a kick. He growls, wordless, amused, and a little annoyed at himself. He's normally better than this.

But damnit all to whatever Users mean by hell, Tron's having fun. And Beck's pushing at his limits, learning how to get around Tron's defences and apply his function to a fight, and if Beck can beat Tron he can beat anyone, and if he just calculates a few nanoseconds faster-

Tron falters.

Beck pulls a strike at the last moment, palm close enough for Tron to feel the heat radiating off Beck's circuits on his cheek. "You okay?" Beck backs off a little, knowing even before Tron does it's time for a break. He's learning that, too, and Tron's so proud of him.

It's just-

How can he answer Beck's question, when for just one moment fluffy black became curly grey-tan? That bold lines became a maze on a jacket fought hard to keep? That Mechanic became Actuary, that salle became ring, that young became peer, that black became white and Tron saw a long-gone friend instead of the one here and now?

Who is he betraying, when he conflates the two? Tron's core creaks dangerously at the mere thought.

Beck takes his silence for the negative response Tron can't bring himself to voice. "The MCP is derezzed." Beck tells him quietly, voice sure and calm, clearly thinking of the last time Tron's attention wavered during a spar and trying to bring him back from that buried precipice of fear - when Tron's strikes changed from instructive to desperate, thinking he was back in the Gladiator Ring. "You're safe. The UNIX timestamp is nine-zero-one seven-five-six zero-seven-three three-five-B F-B-four A-nine. You're at your Spire - your home in the mountains near Argon City. The only life around aside from you and me are the Bits in the underground caves near Theta Section."

It's... endearing, Beck's rambles as he tries to ground Tron. And effective, too. He has no idea where Beck learned this new skill, and a flash of that infamous curiosity of his he thought long suffocated makes him want to find out.

It takes him a little while to notice Beck shepherding him to the benches he'd caved and added so they had somewhere to sit when discussing new tactics or moves, even longer to notice the glass of energy in his hands - he notices that when he feels the first sip reach his reserve, and with no small amount of wonder realises it's the first time in a long time he hasn't been wary of anything handed to him.

Because Beck wouldn't do that to him. Doesn't think he can worm his way into Tron's trust (or... other things) by plying him with gifts that have invisible strings. Beck just... treats everything practically, and if Tron cam't get it himself for some reason has no qualms about fetching it for him. To Beck it's simple. Easy. He has functioning hands and sees no reason for them to be idle if something needs to be done.

Rather like someone else Tron once knew.

Thinking of... Tron's feeling brave, right now. Brave enough to let Beck in past his guard, to allow him just that little bit closer to his vulnerable core. He takes a shaky breath. "Did I ever tell you about... he'd be the first Renegade, probably." One corner of Tron's mouth curls up, the closest he can get to a smile. "We didn't... call ourselves such, at the time. But he'd probably be the first one, if we'd had the title back then."

Beck shakes his head.

Tron hums quietly, understanding, mustering the courage to risk poking at grief long-buried. "He was an Actuary Program. Calculated... heh. I never really understood his function. Loans and annuities and insurance and many things that made sense to Users and the Programs that helped them. Clever, sneaky, cheeky little thing, for all he was a bit older than me. Lethal at Jai-alai, and nearly my match in the Disc and Lightcycle arenas."

Beck's eyes widen. "What was his name?" He asks in a near-whisper, awed but also aware Tron doesn't use the past tense without reason.

"Ram." Tron murmurs, pulling up a memory even now so crisp and clear - Ram's laugh at the energy springs, bright and playful, flicking some at Tron teasingly as they took a respite... dumping a discful on Tron's head after he pushed his friend into the shallows, long before the MCP got hold of either of them. "His name was Ram. He... he was my first real friend."

Beck snuggles into his side, warm and curious, and Tron swears he can feel a life long-gone drape over his other shoulder. "Tell me about him?" Beck asks, and-

Just this once, Tron does.

Thinking about how much Tron loved the games in Betrayal before they turned into killing games. Beck participated in games with the garage gang. Do you think their sparring/training ever brought Tron back to the days of the original games? Do you think some small part of him was happy to be fighting again, without the goal of derezzing his opponent?

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"Who, Kas? I haven't met all your friends yet." Nitro asked quietly, helping keep Kask.it's mind off Anubis looking at the injured soldier's disc. A good thing too, as Anubis winced at the damage. Checking that without doing more damage would require an exceedingly delicate touch.

Luckily, Anubis was among the best for a reason. Wouldn't even have to stress the disc by removing it.

It took Anubis a while to check through everything he could to verify if Kask.it could sleep or not, patching up what he could with his field kit along the way. Kask.it would need far more than what Anubis could do right now, but... at least his disc wasn't in danger of crumbling further, even if it was still barely holding together. "Okay, Kask.it. You can sleep if you need to." Anubis told him quietly. "I'll be monitoring you just in case something goes critical, but for now you can sleep. Okay?"

The reintegration of Clu and Flynn nearly destroyed the system. The blast toppled countless buildings, derezzing and injuring programs in the process. One of these programs being a former Occupation soldier, crushed by the rubble of a skyscraper. Most programs in the building were destroyed, but he remained.

Dormant.

Waiting.

He didn't know how many cycles had passed, or why it was now that he came to. All he knew was that he was pinned under what used to be a wall, unable to move. He opened his eyes, his internal diagnostics blaring alarms at him.

After wriggling for what felt like cycles, he managed to get one hand free. He hoped that was enough - his energy reserves were far too depleted to do much more than that.

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Reintegration had been nothing short of an unmitigated disaster. On top of the sheer devastation wrought by the shockwave, fights had broken out between the abruptly severed factions of the Occupation, extremist rebel groups wanting their share of spilled voxels, neutrals or refugees caught in yet more crossfires, and no telling who - or even what - was left alive in the rubble.

Nitro had never been more thankful to be an ISO, adaptable and able to slot in to any role needed.

His team worked to excavate the collapsed cities, not caring about alleigances and just wanting to pull someone - anyone - out of the wreckage. Trick delivered another fractured disc, face drawn and eyes somber - Nitro wished he didn't have to subject his betas to what was looking more and more like disc retrieval than rescue, but with everyone spread so thin he didn't have a choice. Eve's team had had bit of success fishing Programs out of the Sea of Simulation - cushioned by the waters, no matter how poisoned - but above the waves was nothing short of a wasteland this close to the shores.

And then, by some miracle...

"I see a hand!"

A hand. A life. Against all odds, a survivor.

Glimmers of weak red had Nitro checking his ISO mark was still covered out of habit, unable to be too careful any more. He scrambled over, barking for a medic. "Hang on, okay?" He checked, hoping they hadn't been too late. "Just hang on. Gonna get you out of here."

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caN yOu hElp me geT oUt? plEAse? iT's lOneLy heRe...

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Imagine a User as angry as Tron. Imagine how terrifying that would be for the programs around them. That's how I think about what would have happened if Alan got onto the Grid and found out what happened to Rinzler while Clu and Dyson were still alive. Tron had to get his temper from somewhere...

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"Alright Kas, okay. If Anubis says you can sleep, you can go to sleep." Nitro encouraged quietly.

Anubis came closer, slow and deliberate so he didn't spook Kask.it. Preliminary scans told him an energy IV and rest would help, but he wanted to check a little more before he was satisfied a nap wouldn't make Kask.it's condition worse. And to do that... "May I check your disc, Kask.it?" Anubis asked quietly. "Just to make sure you'll be okay going to sleep."

The reintegration of Clu and Flynn nearly destroyed the system. The blast toppled countless buildings, derezzing and injuring programs in the process. One of these programs being a former Occupation soldier, crushed by the rubble of a skyscraper. Most programs in the building were destroyed, but he remained.

Dormant.

Waiting.

He didn't know how many cycles had passed, or why it was now that he came to. All he knew was that he was pinned under what used to be a wall, unable to move. He opened his eyes, his internal diagnostics blaring alarms at him.

After wriggling for what felt like cycles, he managed to get one hand free. He hoped that was enough - his energy reserves were far too depleted to do much more than that.

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Reintegration had been nothing short of an unmitigated disaster. On top of the sheer devastation wrought by the shockwave, fights had broken out between the abruptly severed factions of the Occupation, extremist rebel groups wanting their share of spilled voxels, neutrals or refugees caught in yet more crossfires, and no telling who - or even what - was left alive in the rubble.

Nitro had never been more thankful to be an ISO, adaptable and able to slot in to any role needed.

His team worked to excavate the collapsed cities, not caring about alleigances and just wanting to pull someone - anyone - out of the wreckage. Trick delivered another fractured disc, face drawn and eyes somber - Nitro wished he didn't have to subject his betas to what was looking more and more like disc retrieval than rescue, but with everyone spread so thin he didn't have a choice. Eve's team had had bit of success fishing Programs out of the Sea of Simulation - cushioned by the waters, no matter how poisoned - but above the waves was nothing short of a wasteland this close to the shores.

And then, by some miracle...

"I see a hand!"

A hand. A life. Against all odds, a survivor.

Glimmers of weak red had Nitro checking his ISO mark was still covered out of habit, unable to be too careful any more. He scrambled over, barking for a medic. "Hang on, okay?" He checked, hoping they hadn't been too late. "Just hang on. Gonna get you out of here."

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Well, that's that-

heLlo?

Is someone here?

hi? caN anYOne hEar Me?

Hey, who is that?

it'S so dArk...

How about you come this way? Follow my voice, that's it. Come on, it's alright. There's plenty of light over here.

whO aRe yoU?

Beck? Is that you, kid? Little late for a Halloween prank, bud.

iS thaT my naMe?

...what happened to your eyes, B? Are you okay?

thESe arE mY eyEs.

..okay that's not normal. You're not Beck, what the- no, don't you come any closer- TRON HELP!

...whAt hapPeNed? whO's thAt?

...

...thEy'Re gOne. i'm sO lOnelY...

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I HAVE MAXED OUT MY BOOPS GIVEN COUNTER YESSSSS and now I have to go back to work. Boo.

Please spam-boop me!!! If you want to farm your Boops Given counter to max it out, I'm available as a recipient ♡

~ Grim

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It is. Far past when I should be asleep.

Please spam-boop me (I'd love to see the boops received counter maxed out when I wake up ahaha it's at a little less than 200 rn).

I will do my best to retaliate when I wake up.

~ Grim

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When a paw shows up, tap it! It'll come up with a box and if you accept it'll boop you too!!

WHY IS IT ONLY BOOPING ME WHEN I BOOP OTHER PEOPLE???

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Boop PSA, for Mobile Users:

To Boop - either tap the boop button next to someone's name or go to their blog and tap the cat paw icon

To Super Boop - go to someone's blog and hold the cat paw icon until it spins once, then let go

To Evil Boop - go to someone's blog and hold the cat paw icon until it spins twice, then let go

Can't Boop - either you or the person you're trying to Boop hasn't opted in yet

To Opt In - go to your feed and you'll see the boop-o-meter and the option to opt in

I'll update this when I know how to get certain badges and such.

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Boops are back tronblr… you know what that means…

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Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen

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Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops

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Hey all ♡♡

I love you and the boops, but I am at work rn so cannot respond the way I want to (with ALL of the boops)

There will be boops aplenty when I am at home!!

Until then,

~ Grim

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