TRON: The Uprising Has Begun

An I&KFANTASY Project

Chapter 1: Do The Right Thing, Old Friend

"KISS. MY. ASS!" An angry voice of an older teen screamed at the top of her lungs as the guards dragged her away as Clu's airship set course for Argon. "YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING JERK! YOU SON OF A VIRUS! DAMN YOU! I HOPE YOU GO TO HELL! HEY! GET THE HELL OFF OF ME, ALREADY!"

Clu, the high and mighty controller of The Grid, turned his head back to look at this screaming program, his eyes narrowing the slightest bit with annoyance. He looked forward again out the large window of the ship, glancing over at his right-hand man, Dyson. "Dyson," Clu started. "Make sure Margo gets to her cell safely."

Dyson nodded his head a little. "Of course." He said before turning around to follow after the course of the screaming program and the guards that retrained her.

"Oh, and Dyson?"

"Yes?" Dyson said, glancing back at his leader.

There was a brief pause of silence.

"Be nice. Remember, she was our friend."

Dyson nodded again, beginning to walk out of the room. "Of course." He responded back.

"...I hate you. I hate you AND Clu. I HATE YOU BOTH!" Margo, a program with neon blue shaggy hair, tanned skin, brilliant neon blue light lines and black ribbon crossing across where her eyes were paced around in her large cell. She let out a loud scream as she gave the metal wall a hard punch.

'BANG!' A large dent was now embedded in the wall.

Dyson frowned as he watched Margo throw this mini tantrum. It wasn't unlike her, but Dyson never did like her rambunctious and destructive attitude. It was one thing he never cared about, and one factor of why joining Clu's side seemed favorable.

Dyson sighed, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as he leaned against the cell wall from the outside. "Are you DONE?" He asked flatly, unamused.

"SHUT UP!" Margo snapped. She crossed her own arms and sat down on the cell bench with a sigh. "I hate you." Margo repeated.

"You said that already."

"I know I did!" Margo snapped. "I'm not STUPID like YOU."

Dyson rolled his eyes and sighed, pushing himself off of the transparent wall, looking at Margo with a frown. "And how EXACTLY am I STUPID?" He asked her.

"Because you don't even KNOW what you're doing wrong." Margo scoffed, shaking her head slowly with a frown. "Dumbass..."

Dyson stared at Margo for a good moment. Eventually, a smile spread across his lips, a slow chuckle escaping his throat. "Oh, wait...I see..." He began. "What I did "wrong", was coming over HERE, right? To Clu's side?"

Margo scoffed quietly with a nod. "Oh WOW, he LEARNS..." She swiftly held up the middle finger to Dyson. "There's your reward."

Dyson sighed, closing his eyes and placing a hand over his face. "Margo please STOP with the VULGAR HAND MOTIONS."

"I don't need to listen to you." Margo said bitterly and sighed. "And either way, you're still wrong, really."

"And you're the one who's in a CELL."

"Only because you don't understand what REAL morals and values."

"Maybe it's YOU, who doesn't understand."

Margo chuckled quietly, shaking her head slowly with a sigh. "And what don't I understand?" She asked.

Dyson looked back at Margo, his eyes narrowing. He began to pace around the room slowly, drawing in a deep breath. "Margo why are you here..?" He asked.

"To CONVINCE you." Margo responded.

"To convince me to what? Join the revolution?"

Margo shrugged a little, slowly turning her head away from Dyson in silence. There was silence between the two.

Dyson's laughter suddenly filled the room, starting out slow before it erupted into full out laughter. He quickly tuned to look at Margo, holding out a hand. "Did you SERIOUSLY let yourself get CAPTURED to try and tell me THAT?!" Dyson laughed mockingly, leaning against the wall opposite of Margo's cell. He wiped his eyes with a smile as his laughter slowly died down. "Margo you truly are something special."

He walked up to the cell, leaning against it and looking at Margo. "The revolution is practically DEAD. We're going to Argon soon Margo. To get TRON. To GET RID OF HIM. The Renegade will be next, if he's not there trying to protect his mentor. How much intelligence do you have, thinking I would LEAVE EVERYTHING, for a DYING CAUSE that I don't even BELIEVE in?"

"More than you." Margo answered, taking Dyson almost by surprise. She slowly turned her head towards Dyson, her eyebrows raised with a relatively blank expression. "Define perfection."

Dyson made a face. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me. Define perfection. WITHOUT making it an ABSOLUTE OPINION. Make the definition nothing BUT FACTS and can be EASILY PROVEN NO MATTER WHAT."

Dyson stared at Margo, a little dumbfounded. "Alright..." He said, slowly looking around the room, taking a few steps back. It was a moment before he finally spoke. "Perfection...it's uh...i-it's..." He made hand motions. "You know..."

A smile slowly curved on Margo's lips. "You can't, can you..?"

Dyson frowned deeply, looking at Margo but not saying a word. Margo slowly looked at Dyson, her expression softening and smile fading away. "What was that about dying cause..? Because it seems to me that a cause that doesn't even TRULY EXISTS is dying...isn't it?"

Dyson remained silent. Margo sighed and slowly rose up to her feet, wincing a little with pain as she did. She inhaled deeply and shook her head slowly while rubbing her right leg as a large scar appeared around it. "Jeeze, it's tearing again..." She muttered.

That's when she heard Dyson begin to walk away and out of the cell room. "HEY!" Margo called out, her face tensing a little and brows knitting together. "DON'T GET MAD AT ME FOR JUST TELLING YOU THE TRUTH! I'M NOT THE ONE WHO WENT OUT FOR REVENGE ON A PROGRAM THAT DIDN'T EVEN HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR FACE GETTING CUT IN HALF!"

Still Dyson did not speak. He walked out of the cell room, leaving the ranting Margo alone to herself. Dyson looked at the two guards waiting at the entrance. "Make sure she doesn't get out." He said between grit teeth, walking away with hands rolled into fists. "Yes sir." The guards said in unison in their usual droned voices.

'VRRIP!'

A flash of blue suddenly passed by the two guards and Dyson, the second in command officer JUST making out something as the blue flash past him that took him by utter surprise once again. It all seemed to almost happen in slow motion. It was Margo he saw as the blue flash, running at an incredible speed almost faster than a lightcycle, and a cocky grin on her face as she saluted him with two fingers and saying three words before she sped down the hall; "Think about it."

Dyson stared down the hall, eyes wide with shock. He couldn't help but begin to slowly chuckle, closing his eyes and placing his hand to his mouth, an amused expression on his face.

Increasing her speed the blue light sped down the halls of the airship before taking a bountiful leap! CRASH!

Through the window Margo sped out and quickly continued on running along the water, laughing boldly as she yelled out the five most insulting but amused words; "SEE YOU LATER MEH BITCHES!"

She always did have a colorful vocabulary.

"Beck you need to FOCUS." The now angered mentor told his apprentice, the usual frown on his face deepened. Now that this older program has gotten re-energized and back to his "good old days" self, he found it was hard for Beck to keep up with their combat training. Or, ANY training for that matter. Beck groaned wearily as he lifted his head from the floor and looked up at Tron, squinting an eye as he rubbed his head. "Can't we just take like a five micro break, PLEASE? With the way I've been tossed around like a Grid bug during training lately I think I might've lost all feeling in my SPINE." He groaned again as he let his head drop. "And now I can't move."

Tron sighed loudly, placing a hand on his hip and another on his face. "Beck stop complaining. The occupation won't GIVE YOU a BREAK. You need to have your stamina always on full charge. Be ALERT, FOCUSED, and-"

"Never give up." Beck said flatly as he stiffly sat up with a pained wince and nodded slowly while rubbing his head. "I know, I know. I've only heard you say it about a million times." He joked.

"And I'll say it a million more times before it finally gets through to your stubborn programming." Tron replied, helping Beck up.

Beck rolled his eyes as he placed his hands on his hips and smirked with a shrug, motioning around himself. "Then how about at least letting me do an EASIER training exercise besides FIGHTING YOU? How about I fight the simulated guards on maximum difficulty? Haven't done that in a while."

Tron chuckled faintly, crossing his arms with an equally faint smile. "Aww, but I was just starting to have fun." He said. He chuckled again, patting Beck's shoulders before beginning to walk off. "Fine. This time ONLY, Beck."

"THANK YOU." Beck sighed in relief as he flexed his sore shoulders to loosen the coded joints.

That's when the alert system went off.

The young renegade's eyes widened slightly as he quickly looked up at Tron before running out of the simulation room. "What's going on?!"

Tron quickly followed after Beck, running over to the large computer screen in front of the large window of the hideout. There was a red alert sign on it, showing a perimeter breach. Tron frowned, quickly accessing it and allowing a video feed to pop up on it. There on that video feed revealed a lone program just outside of the hideout with blue neon shaggy hair and lights, straggling along the snow before stopping and waving a hand wearily and a laugh being heard. "Heeeeyyy Tron..." The program called before flopping face first into the snow with a groan. "Oh man, life sucks..." She groaned on the video feed.

Tron sighed loudly with annoyance, closing his eyes and shaking his head slowly. "Flynn help me..." He muttered under his breath.

"Who's that?" Beck asked with a frown as he looked over at his mentor.

"A NUISANCE." Tron replied, the time of his voice sounding anything but pleasant. He began to walk away from the computer and down the large black glass stairs. "Stay here." Tron called out to Beck. "I'll be back."

"Wait, wait!" Beck called as he rushed after Tron and bolted into the elevator with him. "I'm coming with you!"

Tron frowned, looking at Beck. "What part of "stay here" didn't you understand?" Tron asked as the elevator door closed and descended.

"Uh, the whole "stay" and "here" part." Beck replied with a proud smirk.

Tron sighed, placing his fingers to the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Okay so wait, WHO is she? You never said." Beck continued on badgering Tron as his mentor picked up the neon blue haired program, who happened to be Margo, off fo the snowy ground. The young renegade sighed with annoyance and crossed his arms. "Oh, so now you're giving me the SILENT TREATMENT? And YOU say that I'M immature?"

"Beck." Tron scolded, beginning to walk back to the mountain with Margo in his arms.

Beck sighed loudly with annoyance, throwing his hands up in th air. "What NOW?!" He suddenly gasped, his eyes wide. "Oh shoot." He hissed through his teeth and sighed as he placed a hand over his face. "Oh no...I COMPLETELY FORGOT. AGAIN."

Tron stopped walking, looking back at Beck. "What?"

Beck waved a hand as he quickly began to run off, taking out his baton. "ZED AND MARA NEEDED MY HELP MOVING ALL THE PROGRAMS OUT OF THE GARAGE! I GOTTA GO NOW!" He called as he rezzed his lightcycle and zoomed off.

Tron watched as Beck zoomed off, sighing and shaking his head. A smirk slowly curved on Margo's face and she chuckled quietly, shaking her head slowly. "THAT was our new renegade..?" She mumbled wearily. "I feel sorry for you."

Tron looked down at Margo, smiling faintly with a sigh, hugging her close to him as he began to walk again. "I feel sorry for myself." He responded.

Margo let out a small groan as she slowly buried her face into Tron's shoulder and nuzzled it with her forehead, very much like how a small child would when being held by their father. "Neehh...I'm so damn tired..." She whined childishly. "An' my leg hurts like HELL..."

"I have a healing chamber that just might help." Tron responded, walking over to the hidden elevator and walking inside, hitting a button to go up.

There was a long silence. Margo slowly and wearily faced her head up towards Tron, her ribbon tilting to the side a little and partially revealing the scar behind it. "Hi..." She mumbled.

Tron chuckled, fixing Margo's ribbon back over her scar. "Hi..." He responded back.

"How's life..? It sucks for me right now."

"With a Renegade who still acts like how you did during YOUR early training cycles, my life sucks too."

Margo snickered, a large grin spreading across her face that read nothing but a cocky, sly and mischievous attitude. "Then it's gonna be REALLY bad since I'll be sticking around."

Tron chuckled, stepping out of the elevator once the doors opened. "Lucky me."

"Yep. You're now stuck with two sarcastic and hilarious programs. An' one of them's BLIND so she can hear EVERYTHING. Not to mention she knows a LOT about you especially when it comes to the whole fact that—"

FWUMP! And to the ground Margo fell, straight on her bottom.

She whined loudly, slowly rolling onto her stomach as she flailed her body. "Fish outta water!" She cried. "Fish outta water, fish outta water! NUUUUU—!"

Tron began to walk away, shaking his head, his usual frown now returned, and the possibility of a warm, fatherly attitude, gone. And that's when he heard the sniffling. Tron slowly turned around to see Margo with a sad pout on her face, sniffling as though she were crying and her cheek against the floor as she faced her head up towards him a little. Tron raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he stood at the bottom of the steps. "Margo that doesn't work on me anymore." He said.

"Dang. Come on man, I'm like CRIPPLED right now, can't you just help me to the healing chamber at least?!"

"No." Tron replied before heading up the stairs.

"...Jerk."

"Mara I told you, he's not coming!" Zed called out to Mara who was walking back and forth in front of Able's Garage. Zed crossed his arms, sighing. "He's always LATE to everything or he doesn't really bother to SHOW UP."

"Beck PROMISED Zed!" Mara said quickly as she looked back at her best friend. "And so far he hasn't broken any of them yet!" She paused for a moment. "Well, at least not to US!"

Zed rolled his eyes, nodding his head a little. "Yeah, I guess so. I'm just saying, don't get your hopes up too high." He warned her, closing his eyes.

"I'M HERE!" Beck called out as he sped in on his lightcycle and derezzed it, sprinting up towards Zed and Mara with a small laugh. "Sorry I was late, something held me up and you wouldn't BELIEVE...the...traffic." He stopped and his expression grew anxious when he saw Zed and Mara's irritated expressions. "And...you two are mad at me again."

"You're LATE." Zed said, uncrossing his arms. "AGAIN."

"Of COURSE we're mad, Beck!" Mara added.

Beck sighed with a small shake of his head and closed his eyes. "Look, I-I'm SORRY, guys, I-I really AM it's just—"

"Just WHAT Beck?" Mara asked. "Where in the WORLD do you GO lately these cycles?"

"You'd think that since we're your BEST FRIENDS, you can trust us to tell us, right..?" Zed said, shrugging his shoulders as he looked at Beck.

Beck sighed deeply and buried his face into his hands. Great. He REALLY didn't want to do this right now. "Guys, I REALLY CAN'T tell you!" He said. "I wish I COULD, but the thing is, I-I just CAN'T!"

Zed and Mara exchange glances. Zed furrowed a brow a little, taking a step towards Beck and holding out a hand. "Look, Beck, if you're into some like, ILLEGAL STUFF, w-we gotta KNOW ABOUT THAT. Right? Don't you think that's fair?"

"It's NOT ILLEGAL." Beck said quickly with a tense face as he quickly looked up at Zed. "Look, as HARD as it is you guys HAVE to TRUST ME on this. Don't think that this is ANY EASIER on ME as it is for YOU." He snapped, his temper boiling as he bolted into the garage entrance. Beck's face slowly tensed with anger when the first thing he was greeted by as usual in his workplace was the Renegade wanted poster. HIS wanted poster. He sighed, shaking his head quickly as he made his way over towards Able's office slowly and grabbed a box off of a passing cart Link was pushing around for programs who needed them as he did.

Link looked at Beck in surprise when he grabbed the box. "Beck! You're here!"

"Yeah," Beck said with a small shrug and glanced back at Link with a faint smile before looking forward again. "I'm here. Tell Mara that I'll start cleaning out Able's office before my locker for me, okay?"

Link nodded with a smile. "Sure thing Beck." Link said before going off to find Mara.

Beck let out an inward sigh as he approached the door to Able's office, his body tensing from the mixed feelings he had inside. One could really only imagine what that renegade felt at the moment. Beck was becoming a fairly difficult person to read emotion wise. Though it was apart of the training he had to do to HIMSELF so his emotions between the uprising and his normal life wouldn't become mixed. But ever since Able died, that had been a difficult thing for Beck to do.

And that's when Beck suddenly heard a small sound of surprise and the sound of rustling, quickly followed by a loud thump and a yelp. Beck frowned with confusion and quickly looked towards the direction he heard the thump, furrowing a brow. "Wait, what just..?" Beck almost couldn't believe what he saw. With a leg half out the window and almost an entire body covered with boxes, there lay a program on the floor of Able's office.

"Uhh..." Beck slowly walked up to the program that was on the floor and slowly knelt down, setting the box aside with a small laugh. "Are...you okay..?" He asked.

When Beck removed the box, two bright orange eyes looked up into his, blinking. The program slowly smiled. "Beck...right..?" A female voice asked slowly.

"Yeah..." Beck replied and frowned with confusion. "And you are...?"

The program slowly pulled their foot out from the open window, smiling as she stood up and brushed herself off. And that's when the young renegade could fully see what exactly this program looked like. Shoulder length straight blonde hair, red highlights trimming the ends, bright neon orange eyes, light lines that ran down a black suit in a pattern not common in most programs, but symmetrical...fingerless gloved hands, and not to mention, she was short, the top of her head would probably touch the bottom of his chin. "My name's Sam." She finally said.

Beck stared at the program for a moment, a little dumbfounded by how pretty she was... Snapping back into reality, he cleared his throat with an awkward laugh and awkwardly looked around. "Err...I don't remember seeing you around here...then again I'm rarely here anymore..." He stopped himself from rambling on, thanking himself for the quick save before finally making eye contact with Sam and just getting the the point. "Are you new here?"

'I really need to learn to talk less...'

Sam cracked a smile and shook her head. She walked in front of Beck and crossed her arms. "I wouldn't think about working in a place run by the Occupation." She said with a small wink. A program against the Occupation huh?

Sam placed three fingers forward with another one just underneath, smiling. It formed the "TRON" symbol. "Your mentor sent me. From here on out I'll be your bodyguard and personal excuse." She explained.

Beck's eyes widened slowly. Wait, was she being SERIOUS? Then he realized something...

"Personal excuse..?" He questioned.

Sam nodded, dropping her hands back down to her side. "That's right." She said with a smile. She glanced out Able's office. She reached a hand up to Beck's cheek and touched it lightly, nodding her head with a smile. "Just go along with it." She said quietly. Before Beck really had much time to react, he noticed out of the corner of his eye Zed and Mara walking into the office, stopping when they saw the two young programs.

His eyes widened and brows knit together. Now the young renegade was severely lost. Again. "Wait, wait; what?"

The last few cycles have been rather complex for Beck. If only he knew that it was not going to get any better...

"I knew it was only a matter of time before Clu would decide to come to Argon himself." Tron stated as he walked up the stairs to his large computer, a frown on his face.

"You and your renegade have got two cycles time. They headed out last cycle!" Margo said as she quickly called out as she rushed up the steps next to her father figure. "It took me an entire cycle to run from where I was at in that airship, so that's what I'd have to guess how long we have."

Tron nodded. He sighed, shaking his head a little when he reached the top. "It's finally happening." He muttered quietly under his breath.

"Eh?"

Tron looked at Margo. "I'm talking about CLU, Margo. Coming to Argon. Me and Beck having to RELOCATE now."

"Ohhhhhhh...!" Margo smirked and reached up, pinching Tron's cheeks and shaking his head side to side. "Don't fret, my old mentor! I have a plan for that already, so no sweat!"

Tron raised an eyebrow faintly, letting out a worried, yet, amused chuckle. "You have a plan?" He asked. "I can hardly believe my ears."

Margo snickered and held up two fingers and pointed towards the sky. "No problems!" She said, quoting Kevin Flynn. "Only SOLUTIONS!"

Tron shook his head with a sigh, patting Margo's head gently. He walked up to the computer, beginning to tap on some files. "Of course Flynn." He glanced back at Margo. "Did you send her over yet?" He asked, changing the topic.

Margo nodded quickly, her entire head becoming a blur for a curt moment. "Yup yup yup!" She wavered, staggering a little. "Whoa sweet mama...I shouldn't have done that. A-Anyway! Yeah, yeah, Sam should have met Beck at least like two cycles ago actually! Didn't he mention any random girl walking up to him?"

Tron shook his head, frowning a little. "No, he hasn't."

"Huh..." Margo crossed her arms slowly with a small frown. "I hope she didn't get into trouble... Sam has REALLY BAD luck..." She sighed. "If I have to go and DRAG HER OUT of ANOTHER occupation prison center, I'm whooping her ass!"

Tron rose an eyebrow, looking back at Margo.

"...What'd I do NOW?!"

Tron sighed and shook his head with a faint smile, looking back at his screen. "You're not being a very good friend." He playfully said.

"Oh no, you don't GET IT! How many times did you have to rescue Beck's bacon?!" Margo paused for a long time. "Dang...now I want some bacon..."

"Margo."

"Whaaaaaat?! I'm scatter brained, Flynn didn't program me to be able to just have one thought at a time! What do ya expect from the grid's first multi-purposed program?!"

"That you would be QUIETER."

"No."

"One can only wish."

Margo frowned, holding up a finger to speak when suddenly...

"GAAH..! THERE'S A GRID BUG IN HERE!"

Zed slung his arm over Beck's shoulders with a wide grin, glancing back at Sam whom Mara was chatting away with. "Beck! How'd you do it?! Huh?!" His best friend asked excitably.

"Do WHAT?" Beck asked with a roll of his eyes and smile.

"Get THAT..?!" Zed said, motioning his head back to Sam. "Seriously! You gotta tell me all about her! Details details!"

Beck laughed with another roll of his eyes and pushed Zed away from himself while waving a hand. "Zed, come on you're overreacting. I don't need to tell you any details."

Zed pouted, looking up at Beck. "Come on..." He sighed, closing his eyes. "Alright fine." He opened them again, grinning once more. "Do you know if she has any friends willing to go out with me?!"

"Zed..."

"Please?! Can you just ASK?!"

Beck quickly looked at Zed, shaking his head with a laugh and patted his friend's shoulder. "Sorry bud. But if I were YOU..." He turned Zed around so he was facing Mara, a smirk on his face. "I would focus on the REAL GOAL."

Zed's face softened a little as he watched Mara, sighing. "It's not going to happen..." He said. "She doesn't like me like that."

Beck patted Zed's shoulder again gently and smiled with a shrug. "Well have you ever ASKED..?"

"Yeah." Zed said, looking back at Beck. "Remember when I said I needed to talk to you really badly and you said you couldn't come..?"

"Yeah? Look, I'm REALLY sorry about that by the way..."

"Yeah, well...the reason I wanted to TALK was because I was finally able to ask her and...she said she wanted us to just be friends...so..."

Beck's facial expression slowly softened, his eyebrows arching up. "Zed...I-I..." He began slowly. "I'm sorry, I didn't—"

Zed held up a hand and laughed a little, smiling as he waved it down. "It's fine, don't worry about it." He said.

"Are you sure?" Beck asked. Before Zed could answer, Sam had walked over towards the two with a smile on her face.

"Hey you two." She greeted cheerfully. "What are you boys talking about?"

"Just...guy stuff." Beck said with a small glance towards Zed and faint smile, knowing that his best friend would want to keep their discussion private. "What's up?"

"I," Sam started, slowly wrapping her arms around his, beginning to pull him away out towards the entrance of the office. "Need to borrow you for a micro..."

"Uh, okay..." Beck slowly leaned his head down next to Sam's and asked quietly. "Is this about what I think it's about..?"

Sam smiled a bit and nodded, looking up at Beck. Beck slowly furrowed a brow, a thought instantly coming to his mind. He crossed his arms with a serious frown crossing his face and leant against the wall.

"...Is this about Cyrus?"

Oh deary...please forgive us for restarting this thing. We had some inspiration issues and now that it all go straightened out, we're hopeful that this fanfiction will be better thought out and organized. :) You'll just have to bare with us again. And for those of you who stuck around; yay! Free libations for you. X3 Until the next update; we wish you a happy reading~

Character Chart:

Kayla; Tron, Sam, Zed, Link, Dyson, and Clu

Isabel; Beck, Margo, and Mara