Tron scrolled unconfirmed information on his data pad.
Unconfirmed.
Was he not going to get a real, specific answer?
He started rubbing his right temple.
Sigh...
He was exhausted from the events of a few cycles ago...
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"My disc!" Beck started realising that Tron held his identity disc after having him cuffed to the bridge's railing.
"It cuts through a timer," Tron said huskily as he forcefully threw it into hitting a wall, and by the force's effect, it stuck there.
"By the time it unlocks, Dyson will be dead," an avengeful tone dripping in his voice as he looked mercilessly towards his pupil.
No...
"Tron!!" Beck yelled for him hoping to get his mentor to understand. But there was not enough time.
Tron left Beck to seek revenge which only worried the pupil even more. How could he stop him?
"Don't end the revolution before it has a chance to start!" Beck was all that he managed to yell before the fallen warrior leaped down from the levelled pathway.
And that is what Beck had dreaded.
The great Tron is out to seek revenge on his old friend. To kill him.
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"You watched me die?" He asks his friend turned enemy in a calm expression but dangerous tone.
But now the calm expression quickly faded into a scowl as he roared, "Now I'll watch YOU die!!"
He boomed.
Tron looked upon Dyson with hateful eyes. But a flashback killed his intentions.
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"Why'd you save me?" Tron asked, confused and unsure of the action of the red circuited program was committing. Tron was starting to have doubts he was actually helping sincerely. He was an Occupation soldier. Moreover, how could he trust this Cyrus?
The program only gave a reassuring smile to the warrior. A smile that told him he was going to be alright.
"I didn't want to end the revolution before it has a chance to start,"
Tron managed to give a small smile before he knew everything would probably be alright and so, he blacked out from exhaustion and torture.
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The warrior's grip on both disc and program loosened and finally let go of Dyson. The mentor took time to understand the flashbacks continuously coming into his mind.
Beck was right.
Cyrus was right.
Dyson gazed at his old friend's face fearfully. He should be dead! Shouldn't he? No one could've escaped the Recognizer's malfunctioning system most likely to crash, sending both the mobile and programs to destroy and die. But he survived...
Why isn't he derezzing me?
Tron hatefully looked at his betrayer practically down at his knees. "You're only alive for one reason. To deliver a message," he spoke. And with that, the former warrior and legend walked away leaving a stunned and terrified Dyson.
Dyson almost swore to himself that the what he saw was a ghost. A figment of his imagination. But no. A fight like that and a forceful grip to his throat was too real to be imaginary. Coming from none other but Tron...
Stunned and terror taking over his emotions, the soldier decided to bail his duty in Argon, instead bringing the seemingly frightful news to Clu.
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Beck had gotten out from the cuffs though.
"Beck!" A yell made his head turn around.
"Tron! What happ-"
"Let's go," Tron said not looking into his worried eyes as he cut Beck's question off.
Silently, both mentor and trainee made it out from the scene and to the hideout.
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Tron silently thought of the flashback. Beck was going to be here anytime soon. Not that Tron strongly expected him to bring the data cube in. His trainee must be as deprived as he was. He shouldn't have been too harsh on him. But he was proud.
And Beck knew that.
Once the young program reached the hideout, Tron would have a talk with him. Consider it a day off for Beck.
And because Tron had a sense of conflict and depression in Beck, he would be the one to tell him everything will soon come its way.
