#Clawed Tronzler

[qyrhan]

[Miscellaneous Tron: Alignment Thoughts]

Thinking about what could happen if Rinzler programming never shifts to Tron’s fully while in the Sea of Simulation. If the only directive that comes online again was “Fight for The Users”, and nothing else.

The scene in the portal room plays out, and somehow “Tronzler” claws his way to it, bursting through the doors, only to see Clu, whose programming has also flipped/having lost his want for dominating the human world.

He doesn’t see the shift, he only sees the program who has been threatening the lives of Sam and Kevin Flynn, Users, his Users.

Programs must be the enemy then, programs must be wiped out in order to keep his friends safe, no matter the cost to himself.

[evecolourshock]

Agreed.

I also kind of want Beck to show up as just. A ball of fury and trauma. Jumping at shadows because he's been in places where all of them hid enemies.

But he sees this... he's not entirely sure if that's his dad mentor or his worst nightmare but the silhouette's a familiar comfort all the same. Because Rinzler meant there was no one else around, and Beck just had to not draw attention to himself and he'd be left alone (he knows Rinzler cannot see him - the only way Tron had left to protect him was to force himself to be unable to see Beck at all, to blind himself in a way that no self-respecting Monitor ever would), and Tron is...

Tron is safety, home, someone Beck can relax around.

Regardless, Beck stays. Tron- Rinzler- Tronzler, or whatever, is given the time he needs to recover because Beck's there to put a disc through whoever attacks him for something he wasn't able to stop, and Beck might have murder reflexes and extreme separation anxiety but he's also gradually getting used to being around other people again.

Some cycles the former Monitor can even see Beck, though the first few times he breaks down and begs for forgiveness - thinking he's killed his the kid and is being haunted by Beck's ghost. Those cycles where Tron can see Beck get more and more frequent as he recovers, though he can always tell his bad days when Beck looks fuzzy around the edges.

Maybe it takes a fight to prove that not only is Beck there, but Tron's clawing his way back from where very few have ever returned. The former Monitor sees Beck pull off one of the beta's signature stunts, a fair bit more lethal but also just as fluid and fast as Tron remembers, and even through and after the scuffle he can still see his kid. Other Programs can see his kid - he succeeded in giving Beck a chance to survive.

Recovery is slow. There's good cycles and bad ones, and sometimes Tron wonders if he ever broke free of Clu, the Sea, or both.

But he sees his kid grinning, laughing at a joke one of the other Uprising members cracks (a young ISO, Brutal by name and gentle by nature), and dares to think that one cycle they'll all be okay.

Can't even describe how much I need to get back into tron.

Every few weeks I think about it. What happens after legacy. Slow burn of mind control recovery going from Rinzler back to Tron.

There'd probably be chaos in the grid for a while. We never saw the outcome of the uprising, although we know Rinzler happened. I wonder if Beck's ok. It would be some good angst if he wasn't but I don't think my heart could take it.

There's some uprising, some small cell, perhaps Beck escaped Argon, maybe Tron brought him time to do so, then, after so long. The users returned, and Clu fell. Now what?

There's so much potental. Sam and Quorra would probably return eventually, but with the time thing it'd be a bit.

Also, side note: I don't buy for a second that Quorra's the 100% last ISO, Flynn's an unreliable narrator at BEST. Also it would be so much more interesting if there were others, just saying.

[invincibleinck]

Rose Thorns

More Beclawed!Rinzler. Fic below the break. AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31470140

Rinzler dragged himself to shore, waterlogged and shivering. He slumped into the sand, left hand twitching, claws plunging through the grains. For a while he just laid in the surf, wheezing on water and on the verge of shut down mode. His helmet split open and he gasped his first free breath in cycles.

When he'd finally mustered the strength to lift his head, he saw the portal looming above him, half floating in the gloom. It was dimmed, indicating that the gateway was closed. He could only hope that the other User had made it out beforehand.

It was too late for the older Flynn.

With a great, trembling effort, he heaved himself to his feet, his one hand leaving deep gashes in the ground. He looked at the shape in the pixels, then at the hand that'd caused it, and finally, at the deadened portal. Though the surrounding Grid had been decimated by the explosion, the island itself remained relatively intact. Flawed, somehow, but intact. Like someone had clumsily copied it, atomized it, and then reassembled everything from the pieces.

It struck him that this was a monument to a bygone era. Never again would Users grace the Grid with their presence. Or, at least, not in the same way. Certainly not Flynn. He'd felt the force of Reintegration beneath the waves, had known in an instant that his friend was gone.

How fitting that he'd end up here, too late to help him.

...

Cycles passed without incident. Rinzler settled near the portal, camping in caves and ranging the island during the day-cycle. He nursed his wounds and suckled energy in quiet corners. It was a monotonous, lonely existence.

Still, there were worse locations to land.

The islet had a little spring of energy and plenty of places to shelter. It was a pretty place, with sweeping structures, graceful arches, and shimmering walkways. There were flying buttresses, twisting colonnades, and hollow, hexagonal facades, all lined with light. Best of all, it was isolated from the rest of the Grid, ideal for avoiding his fellow programs.

The only downside was the memories.

It was a problem with which Rinzler frequently grappled. The portal was both his sanctuary and his hell. Every light line evoked Flynn's voice, whether that be witty remarks or sincere farewells. He was plagued by memories that were not entirely his. It felt like it'd all happened to some other person, like his life was divided into two halves—pre-rectification and post-rectification, Tron and Rinzler.

But which half was he in now? Who was he now?

More often than not, he found himself in the shadow of a crumbling edifice, cradling his claws in contemplation.

Perhaps it was for the best that Flynn couldn't see him now. Not like this.

...

A beam of blinding light broke his solitude.

In defiance of all expectations, the portal was lit once more. He'd been huddling in an antre at the time, but upon seeing it, he scrambled to the top shelf of the alcove.

Two figures emerged from its rays. Usually Flynn rezzed at the Arcade entrance in the city, but not these two. They must've found him from the Outside, then reprogrammed the portal to send them here, where he was closest.

He recognized them immediately.

"I'm Quorra, and this is Sam," said the first figure.

"We've met," Sam-Flynn said tersely.

Guarding his expression, Tron regarded the two visitants. Sam still bore his father's face and still carried the wounds from their last encounter. Tron's eyes traced the deep nicks along his cheek and jaw, like a mirror to the scars on Tron's left. An uncomfortable guilt began to claw at his insides.

The woman, on the other hand, was more puzzling. He'd seen her once before, but she was different now. Her shorn hair was a little longer, though no less uneven. Her light lines seemed brighter and her face shone with newfound confidence. There was something else as well, something that Tron couldn't quite classify.

User? ISO? His scans kept sending back conflicting information.

She approached him with an arm stretched out, not to ward him away, but in invitation. The act threw him completely off-kilter. No one ever wanted to touch him, and when they did, it was usually because he'd done something wrong. Touch meant pain.

A horrible growl tore from Rinzler's ruined throat. At the same time, his circuits flashed crimson. His eyes measured the distance between them and he took two steps back to compensate for the loss. The distance made him feel safer, if only slightly.

"Quorra-" Fast as sparks, Sam put a hand on her shoulder. "Let's just go. It's not worth it."

Reluctantly, Quorra rolled back on her heels, and Rinzler's snarls died down. Her eyes softened but Rinzler balked at the sadness inside them. He didn't need anyone's sympathy, nor did he want it.

"Another time, maybe," she ventured, allowing Sam to steer her away.

"Another time," Sam agreed.

Neither one of them turned their backs until they were almost directly under the code stream. Tron watched as each loosened their discs and held them into the beam.

Over her shoulder, Quorra said, "I'm sorry if I startled you-!" The words were only half out of her mouth before she was swept up through the funnel. One nano there was a body, and the next there was nothing. Only light was left behind.

Sam-Flynn also paused just before passing into the portal's light. The relief building in Tron at their departure stuttered in his chest. Unbidden, he felt the hackles rising along his neck. Sam seemed to sense his unease, because his gaze never quite moved above Tron's neck and his heels scuffed against the plateau.

"For the record, that thing I said earlier- it didn't come out right." Eyes flashing, he drew himself up and set his shoulders. In that moment, he'd never looked more like a Flynn. "You are worth it... Maybe not the scratches, though. Those hurt like a bitch."

...

The second time Sam-Flynn and Quorra visited, they brought gifts.

"It's called a rose," said Quorra, extending the flower like it was a peace offering. "They grow in the User world, and Users keep them around because they're pretty.

Tron stood like a statue, flummoxed by this otherworldly bloom. Despite his attempts at aloofness, a prickle of interest coursed through his code. He cocked his head to the side but did not approach. Quorra took the gesture as an invitation and moved boldly forward, heedless to Sam sputtering behind her. Step by step, she closed the expanse between them.

At last, Tron's curiosity got the better of him. He met Quorra halfway and stretched forth his dominant hand. Out of reflex, the claws came out, and he held back for fear of cutting her. He swallowed, counting the nanos until the prongs retracted, hyper-aware of the woman's patient scrutiny.

He gripped the 'rose' by its stem, just under the bud, and balanced it precariously between the pads of two fingers. Somewhere in the background Sam made a noise and Rinzler reacted without thinking. He tore back his hand like it'd been scalded, taking the rose with him. Quorra didn't flinch.

Gently, Tron examined his new prize. He brushed the bulb with an index claw before plucking a single petal, marvelling at its colour. Red, like his old circuits. Red, like the blood shed by Sam-Flynn in that arena.

His finger moved downward, dislodging the petal in the process. It fluttered to the floor as he caressed the spiked stalk. Every movement was met with a bump as his nail travelled over tiny thorns embedded in the stem. Barbs, so much like the talons gracing his left hand. Next to the rose, they almost looked... elegant, more like an adornment than a disfigurement.

So many pretty things in the User World...

Over time his growl softened into a sort of chirring. He cradled the small sprig to his chest, oblivious to the thorns plucking at his circuits or the stares from his guests. Sam's forced verve vanished in the face of a genuine smile, which was mirrored tenfold by his companion.

Quorra spoke softly, "If you'd like, we can come back and bring some more...? Would you like that?"

Rinzler's silence was all the assent she needed.

[anonmonitor]

Anon Reference Masterpost

So after literal months of searching I FINALLY found Anon's model for tron evolution :) please enjoy these reference images since it's a crime you can't see the details in the game

Some additional notes before we begin:

1) The only version I could find was one of the multiplayer models, which I believe are identical bar texture so the circuits are yellow instead of blue.

2) Some of the animation bones are showing and I didn't want to mess with them so that's what's going on with the helmet and why they look like they've got claws (I see you clawed tronzler au)

3) I left the little cube in the top right corner to help with orienting

4) I actually figured out how to convert the proprietary model extension to an obj! So theoretically if you wanted to, you could 3d print yourself an Anon. Or just chuck it into pepakura to make armour. :) Doesn't look like the texture survived though. Should be viewable in both the windows 10 built in 3d viewer and blender. Download link is HERE (please let me know if it doesn't work)

5) Original model found HERE

So without any further ado, I present ANON

Part 1 since Tongles wont let me add any more

[invincibleinck]

YEEAH

YEEEEEEAH

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAH!!!

im so tired aaaaaaaaaa, i drew this awhile ago and Hopefully. Eventually. There will be a Fic to accompany this piece no promises honestly,,,,tho but sometimes you just need Clawed!Tronzler alright. i just can't let things lay in my art folder forever.

obligatory @invincibleinck tag because Claws.

[quantum27]

@invincibleinck​ and I are stuck in Clawed!Tronzler hell, and it shows. ljak;fds anyway

ive also got a handy dandy fanfic for you. to accompany this drawing.

[quantum27]

im so tired aaaaaaaaaa, i drew this awhile ago and Hopefully. Eventually. There will be a Fic to accompany this piece no promises honestly,,,,tho but sometimes you just need Clawed!Tronzler alright. i just can't let things lay in my art folder forever.

obligatory @invincibleinck tag because Claws.

[invincibleinck]

(I see you clawed tronzler au)

WHEHDHDDHHFH

Anon Reference Masterpost

So after literal months of searching I FINALLY found Anon's model for tron evolution :) please enjoy these reference images since it's a crime you can't see the details in the game

Some additional notes before we begin:

1) The only version I could find was one of the multiplayer models, which I believe are identical bar texture so the circuits are yellow instead of blue.

2) Some of the animation bones are showing and I didn't want to mess with them so that's what's going on with the helmet and why they look like they've got claws (I see you clawed tronzler au)

3) I left the little cube in the top right corner to help with orienting

4) I actually figured out how to convert the proprietary model extension to an obj! So theoretically if you wanted to, you could 3d print yourself an Anon. Or just chuck it into pepakura to make armour. :) Doesn't look like the texture survived though. Should be viewable in both the windows 10 built in 3d viewer and blender. Download link is HERE (please let me know if it doesn't work)

5) Original model found HERE

So without any further ado, I present ANON

Part 1 since Tongles wont let me add any more