Tron Sacrifice script

Episode Nineteen: Snow, Part One

THE WIND RUSHED past Beck's ears, his limbs eagle-spread. He twisted in the air. She was right behind him, speeding toward him. Her butterfly-masked face couldn't hind the fury she was about to unleash on him. Beck straightened out his body, falling head first through the air. It didn't help put more distance between them as much as he'd hoped, because soon she was drawing level with him.

Vyruz stretched out her hands and caught hold of Beck's forearm with an iron grip. He punched out at her, but she easily avoided his contact. She brought her knees to her chest and kicked, both feet connecting with Beck's chin, sending him reeling in the wind. His headgear smashed in toward his face, and it recoiled, allowing his face to be exposed to the elements, the ripping lashes of the cutting wind and Vyruz's attacks. She'd planned it so.

Vyruz opened her hand and dug her fingers into Beck's chest. Beck opened his mouth and the force of the wind hushed his scream, as her glowing yellow fingers cut trenches across him. And she watched his face. He punched her along the jaw. Her head flew backwards and her arm drew away from the faintly glowing wound. He crossed his arms over his chest.

'As if that could protect you.' Vyruz thought, recovered from the punch.

Vyruz pushed him away to pull the release on the pack strapped snugly around her shoulders. Beck watched her body being yanked upward in the rush of the wind caught in her fly gear. He was falling on his back. He didn't have any gear. He was going to die on impact.


One Cycle Earlier


Tron sat down, waiting, watching, and waiting, with Dyson looking at him.

"What's this?" Tron said. "You don't want to talk? I asked you very nicely where Clu was planning on heading."

"I know where." Dyson said. "But you're supposed to be with him. The real question is why he would change a plan he was so sure of? Unless...he still has the next best thing. You're rescue failed then."

"Yes," Tron saw no point in lying. "Only partly, though."

"What do you mean 'only partly?'"

"Our plan had a major change." Tron replied vaguely.

"The weapon?"

Tron didn't miss a beat. "Yes. Quite an excellent innovation he has. One can't help but wonder why Clu didn't make you a part of it."

"I'm sure he has his reasons." Dyson said.

"Like the fact, regardless of telling me anything he was going to kill you on the spot if you ever show you're disc to him again?" Tron said. "He might even send his weapon after you."

"He might." Dyson said. "But you have no clue what kind of weapon this is. You don't know if it is a missile, or a firearm. But you're right. My fate is certainly derezolution, which leaves me in a tight spot."

"We're not going to make any deals."

"It would be a very simple one." Dyson dropped the lead. "I'll tell you all I know of Clu's plans if you leave the program Mara here for my company."

"Fat chance."

"Why is that?" Dyson said. "I would gladly tell you everything for that easy exchange. Or are you going somewhere that you can't afford to be one program short?"

"Sharp as usual." Tron said. "But this is where your easy exchange doesn't work. I need that information now."

"Ah, a wrinkle in the plans." Dyson sat quietly for a few moments. "But we can work around it."

"Oh, really?" Tron raised his eyebrows. "How do you figure?"

"I'll answer one of your questions now, the one being where is Clu going now that he has your substitute? But only if you are true to your word and promise that I get to speak with Mara."

"I haven't promised you anything yet."

"You will if you want this information." Dyson said with a smile. "You know me, Tron. You could do your worst, and I wouldn't say a word."

"So you say."

"I know so." Dyson replied. "How many times I have seen you break programs? You never resorted to Clu's methods."

"I never needed to."

"But you wouldn't."

"Try me."

"Tron?" a voice said.

"Leave." Tron ordered as Dyson smirked.

Mara looked between them, standing halfway through a code barrier doorway.

"Hello, Mara." Dyson said. "I believe we haven't met properly last we've seen each other."

"We never needed to." Mara replied blandly. "We're ready to leave, Tron."

"Ah, so last chance, then." Dyson turned back to Tron, slightly amused at Mara's bemused expression. "Perhaps, you should stay and help advise Tron. We have a dilemma. We're about to make a deal before you walked in. I would give you information in exchange for your company…Mara."

"A deal that'll never happen." Tron stood up, hands in fists.

"Deal." Mara said.

Dyson smiled.

"No!" Tron said. "Mara-"

"Too late, Tron! Again you are too late," Dyson said, "like always. You're first bit of information I will give you, Clu plans to Repurpose the Renegade. I imagine he'd be a fine drone under Clu's rule. Perhaps, he'd even replace me. You should be so proud."

"Tron, go." Mara said. "I'll stay."

"Mara."

"You need the time to get to Tron City. Now move."

"He is a manipulator." Tron said aiming a glare at Dyson. "Be careful around him."

"Can I derezz him?" Mara said with a look of distain on her face.

"Maybe wait with that for when I get back." Tron said backing away to the door. "I want to see it."

Tron left the room and the door sealed itself.

"Finally!" Dyson said, stretching out his limbs. "I thought he'd never leave!"

Mara leapt over the table, delivered a right hook so forceful it slammed Dyson to the ground.

"Do you think this is a break?" Mara spat at him. "I a while to think about all this. And I think you are behind all of it. How did you get the Renegade?"

"Smart," he said in a mumble, "and pretty."

"You want to know why I saved your life?" Mara lashed out. "I didn't have to, but I did, because not only would it be the right thing to do, it'd mean that if you had any sort of honor you'd know that you owe me."

"Then you may what to cash that in later." Dyson said, standing up from the floor. "Renegade-related business is what I agreed to speak to Tron about. Technically, I owe you nothing about your friend, the Renegade."

"Then there is no reason for me to sit here."

"The deal is already made." Dyson said. "You'll keep to the conditions of the agreement if you have the honor."

Mara stood for a second. Tron was right. She righted a chair and slowly sat down.

"Wonderful." Dyson said, settling in his chair. "You made the right choice."

"What is 'cash in'?" Mara asked roughly.

"Oh!" Dyson laughed. "It is a phrase I learned from the Creator."

"We saw Tron's disc from the cycle he disappeared. And the cycle Tron almost died because of you." Mara stated.

"Then you've only seen one side of the disc." Dyson said. "There were other things that happened that Tron wouldn't have known about."

"Tron kept the Grid safe! What couldn't he possibly know?"

"That the ISOs were planning a war and building the perfect ISO soldier."


Beck breathed slowly without opening his eyes. He felt held upright with his back stuck to a wall. His arms and feet couldn't move. He was restrained. He opened an eye enough to see his surroundings. He could see his feet and a pair of others.

"Subject is revived." An automatic female voice announced. "Questioning can recommence."

Vyruz stepped away, and Beck looked up.

He was in the throne room of Clu's ship. Clu sat calm and patient with Cyrus near by.

"Ah, Beck." Clu stood up. "I am sorry for the change of scene. There was a disturbance."

"Tron tried to come for me."

"Maybe. Or he got sidetracked with other programs he wanted to save." Clu replied. "We are nearly at Tron City, where there is a better facility to accommodate you. Speaking of accommodations, would you like to sit with us?"

"No."

Clu motioned to a guard to release him. The guard entered a sequence into the holding cell module, and there was a beep and Beck's restrains retracted.

"I insist you join us. Much has happened on our way here. Come take a look."

Beck reluctantly followed Clu to a four-scene monitor. His stomach plummeted. There was Paige, tailing the throne ship.

"I decided to believe your story of not remembering the past cycles."Clu said. "You may have meet her on Tron's side of this battle after she defected."

Beck said nothing. He didn't remember her joining them.

"I relieved Commander Paige, myself. And I promised her, if I saw her again, I'd derezz her." Clu observed Beck's face, seeing a glimmer of hate that quickly flickered away. "But I am open to making a deal to overlook her appearance."

"How generous." Beck said in a low voice.

"I am, Beck, in this case. I've seen her once before, but the timing was ill. I had to let her go. But this time, I might not. It is really up to you." Clu considered Beck's silence. "Shall I send Vyruz out to greet her?"

"No." Beck said. "Let me talk to her."

Cyrus shook his head. "Send Vyruz."

"No. Beck can go," Clu smiled, "but be aware that I can derezz Paige, and she won't survive. You have one PectroCycle to sort this out."


Paige hung in the air observing the flight patterns of the light jets, searching for weaknesses in their defenses. In the mass of orange, she spotted a speck of blue. She eased her jet in a little closer.

"Beck."

Her eyes darted around, afraid he'd be ambushed, and then she slowed down. The fliers did not pursue him. He flew straight through Clu's Occupation without a single jet firing at him. And he was coming right for her.

Paige hesitated, her hand on the weapon controls.

She could see him now, he was so close…he wasn't attacking. She waited.

"Paige."

"Beck, what is this? You didn't escape, did you?"

"No."

Her eyes narrowed, "Then what is going on."

"You have to go. Clu said he made a promise to you. A death promise."

"I'm not leaving."

"I was hoping you'd say that." Beck smiled.


Vyruz stood while Cyrus paced and Clu sat.

"I'm willing to bet that your prediction is false." Cyrus said.

"Beck is unpredictable," Clu started, "because I've backed him into a corner. I want to see how he reacts. After all, he is not one of your projects. You don't know his inner workings. He's an ISO now. ISOs are never predictable."

"But he is still Tron's soldier."

"No." Clu said. "He is Tron's friend. We have Tron running in circles."

"The PectroCycle is up." Cyrus observed.

"And Beck is not here as he so promised." Clu smiled. "It would seem you were wrong, so find him."

Clu turned his back on them while he tried to catch a glimpse of Paige, and Cyrus nodded at Vryuz and they marched out the throne room.

"Find Beck and kill him."

"Clu specifically ordered to find him." Vyruz stated. "It would be against his wishes and intentions for his plans with eliminating Tron."

"Initiate manual override code 0012837643." Cyrus said simply.

"Processing…Override engaged. Awaiting orders."

"Kill the Renegade."


Beck hovered on the outside of the massive glow of orange, smiling to the fact he knew Clu could never find Paige.

He watched the revolving jets around the throne ship. He expected the light jest to pull away and follow him. Bu they weren't. He waited. His PectroCycle ended 5 Micros ago. He hesitated… He couldn't leave yet… He needed to provide Paige time…

Then he saw it. A yellow glow streaking toward him; a flier with a butterfly mask. Why was his hunting party just her?

He jumped into action turning in a streaking arch and flying away from the Occupation. The space between Beck and Vyruz was growing in length, but she was still tailing him. Beck slowed up a little and she began to cover ground; the Occupation left behind in a very distant orange blur. Vyruz jumped her speed and closed in on Beck. She was within firing range.

She smiled as she locked on to Beck's light jet and fired.

Beck looked back just as her weapon fire shattered through his jet, and he tumbled down. Satisfied, Vyruz arched down and deactivated her jet, falling head first toward her prey.

The wind rushed past Beck's ears, his limbs eagle-spread. He twisted in the air. She was right behind him, speeding toward him. Her butterfly-masked face couldn't hind the fury she was about to unleash on him. Beck straightened out his body, falling head first through the air. It didn't help put more distance between them as much as he'd hoped, because soon she was drawing level with him.

Vyruz stretched out her hands and caught hold of Beck's forearm with an iron grip. He punched out at her, but she easily avoided his contact. She brought her knees to her chest and kicked, both feet connecting with Beck's chin, sending him reeling in the wind. His headgear smashed in toward his face, and it recoiled, allowing his face to be exposed to the elements, the ripping lashes of the cutting wind and Vyruz's attacks. She'd planned it so.

Vyruz opened her hand and dug her fingers into Beck's chest. Beck opened his mouth and the force of the wind hushed his scream, as her glowing yellow fingers cut trenches across him. And she watched his face. He punched her along the jaw. Her head flew backwards and her arm drew away from the faintly glowing wound. He crossed his arms over his chest.

Vyruz pushed him away to pull the release on the pack strapped snugly around her shoulders. Beck watched her body being yanked upward in the rush of the wind caught in her fly gear. He was falling on his back. He didn't have any gear. He was going to die on impact, and then WUMP!

He made impact with snow, looking up at the swirling blizzard, coughing and gasping. He slowly pushed himself up. He had fallen in the Outlands of Tron City. Then he looked in the sky. Vyruz was landing in the snow. He could see her yellow and orange glow in the fog and flurrying snow. He ducked back down in his hole. Vyruz wouldn't be able to find him here. He rested and began to feel the pain from he wound; Vyruz's fingers digging into him is all he could feel.

It felt like PectroCycles had gone by, and still Beck laid in the snow that was drifting over him. He couldn't move and he could feel the cold seeping into him. He opened his eyes to see the Grid one more time before he gave in to the harsh will of the Outlands, but a figure was standing over him. Beck was too frozen to react. He silently allowed the stranger to reach into the hole and carry him away from his cold grave. And as Beck hung over the stranger's shoulder, he watched the foot prints in the snow fill in before he was rendered unconscious.

THE END OF TRON: SACRIFICE

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