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(Anonymous) on December 28th, 2010 05:31 pm (UTC)
Sam/Tron. Post movie. Something dealing with Tron's inevitable guilt. Sam trying to make him see that he can't hold himself responsible for anything he did under the influence of all that corrupted code.
(Anonymous) on December 28th, 2010 06:01 pm (UTC)
I'm...slowly working my way towards this, after writing about Tron's return to a chaotic Grid, >______________________>
(no subject) - (Anonymous) on December 28th, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - ginger_maya on December 28th, 2010 06:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: book - oh god what the fuckshirozora on December 30th, 2010 03:23 am (UTC)
de-anoning for a couple of reasons
So this is a two-parter, starting with Tron's return to a chaotic Grid and ending with the fill to that thar prompt. Finished the first part but don't want to deal with the hassle of fussing with LJ's character limit.

whoami

Am working on the second part rtfn, because this kink meme needs more Sam/Tron goddamnit.
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: Good Omens - your car is on FIREshirozora on January 1st, 2011 08:31 am (UTC)
Update!
I haven't abandoned this! It's just that...it grew a plot. Or at least a damn good reason for Sam to go back to the Grid.

So, uh, yeah. I'll just...keep writing....
Re: Update! - (Anonymous) on January 1st, 2011 05:02 pm (UTC) (Expand)
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 2nd, 2011 06:01 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [1/?]
I normally wait until the entire fic is finished to post but it got plotty on me. Also, it takes a freaking long time for Sam to get back to the Grid. Hope you don't mind.


He doesn't really notice his restlessness. He thinks it's the winds of change, moving from largest shareholder to the man in charge of ENCOM, the wayward son stepping into the too-large shoes of his visionary father. He thinks it's the miracle that is Quorra, watching her wide-eyed awe and wonder at the world around her. He thinks it's the move from the garage by the river to a loft downtown, a respectable home for someone who rides an old Ducati to work.

It might be the dreams and nightmares that wracked his nights for weeks and weeks. How does one forget the night he found and lost his father? How does one move beyond the aged face staring at him with so much grief, regret, and wanting, saying his name like he's just an illusion? The lights of Tron City reach for the stormy skies as he takes his first uncertain step in the Grid. Clu laughs at him as the Black Guard haul him away to the lightcycle arena, his father's voice echoing around the walls.

"I'm not your father, Sam."

He used to wake up soaked in sweat, sheets tangled around his legs and Marv sitting at the foot of the bed, cowering and whimpering while Sam got up and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face and neck. Then he'd stare at himself, water sliding down his face and dripping from his chin.

He always shivered at the fear in his eyes.

* * *

It got better.

He busied himself with overhaulting ENCOM from the top, diving into the work his father left lying around the dingy room under the arcade, trying to understand what Kevin meant when he said Quorra can change the world.

He laughed the first time Quorra yawned, had a beer, had a cup of coffee, had juice, had a cheeseburger, went shopping, rode a glass elevator, found out that Jules Verne had been dead for over a century, tried out the dusty arcade games at Flynn's. He smiled as she complained about the unnecessary details, from flossing her teeth to watching her manners so she doesn't offend ENCOM's new board of directors, tries valiantly to explain how in the Real World a sentence can mean ten different things. He hugged her when she said she missed the Grid and her fellow ISOs. When she talked about the cycles she spent under Kevin's tutelage he withdrew deep into his mind and told himself that jealous was unbecoming.

Sometimes she'd notice his silence and take his hand in hers. "He always talked about you, Sam. Always said he'd give everything up - and I mean everything - for just one more day with you."

He'd look down at their linked hands, turn his hand and lace their fingers together, and swallow hard.

"Yeah."

In those moments he could feel the shape of the microchip resting against his collarbone and pretend that in a way his father was still with him.
Re: We Are Pilots [1/?] - (Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2011 06:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 2nd, 2011 06:52 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [2/?]
Six months.

The restlessness is an itch, an uneasy sensation not unlike being out of place, like he doesn't quite fit inside his own skin.

"Maybe you just miss planning and executing your yearly prank on the company," Dillinger, Jr. cracks during a late-night meeting.

"Ha, ha," Sam says as he quits his current game of virtual go.

Quorra just looks owlishly between them, clearly wondering if there's a hidden meaning in Dillinger's words.

"It's a long story," Sam explains.

She nods uncertainly and then brings up the list of complaints users have made about the latest OS. Together she and Dillinger explain how they're going to address the complaints but Sam's mind starts drifting as they talk about which glitches to address in OS upgrades and the need to expand the number of beta testers. Sam watches Quorra excitedly pull up a file on the table and point out the details, loves her enthusiasm for her job here. In the six months she had gone from a curious, fresh-faced intern to one of ENCOM's best programmers; when Alan asked him where the hell did he find her Sam could only smile and say, "Showed up at my door one day and I took her in."

His father's rescue, the last ISO, the Miracle.

Soon he'll have to decide whether to continue rooting through the old files or start tests on her to figure out exactly how Quorra will change everything.

"-Sam? Sam."

He starts. Quorra and Dillinger are staring at him. He blinks again and they're still there, staring at him. Slowly Quorra sits back down and starts putting the files away, knowing what he's going to say.

"Sorry." Sam kneads his temples like he's tired. "It's been a long day. Why don't we-why don't we wrap it up and finish this in the morning?"

Dillinger hesitates, and then nods. "We can do that." He stands up and starts shutting down the tabletop computer.

Quorra gives Sam an accusing glare as they leave the room.

* * *

Marv looks windblown as Sam searches for the right key. It's a breezy night and Sam commendshimself on grabbing his leather jacket on his way out for the late night walk.

Quorra is sitting on the couch as he shuts the door behind him and unclips the leash from Marv's collar. She's staring blankly at the TV mounted on the wall; library books and small boxes of apple juice litter the coffee table.

"Hey," he says as he tosses the keys on teh counter and hangs his jacket on the coat hook. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"I could." Quorra picks up the remote and turns off the TV. Then she turns and looks at him, icy blue eyes flicking from the top of his head to his shoes. "Sam, do you...do you want to talk?"

Strange question, coming from her. He wavers at the doorway, then slowly walks to the fridge. She watches him, unblinking, and it's a little eerie. "Why?"

"You just...you seem weird." She tilts her head, fingertips on her chin and cheek. "You seem...what's the word for it...disconnected."

"Have a lot on my mind." He grabs a can of beer and holds it up. "Want one?"

She makes a face and he chuckles, shuts the fridge and pops the can as he sits on the loveseat next to Marv.

"Marv, off the couch."

Marv ignores him.

"Are you-" Quorra stops, taps her index fingers together, and contemplates her next words. "Are you worried about what your father wanted to do?"

He raises an eyebrow. "What?"

"It's been six months. When you're not busy with ENCOM you're going through his old files, trying to understand what he wanted to do with us. Have you found anything?"

He shakes his head and tips the contents of the can into his mouth. he swallows, stares out at the city's bright lights. His voice is rough when he confesses, "No."

Quorra presses her lips together as she looks at the last unopened juice box. "Maybe he left his ideas elsewhere."

He nods and tilts the can from side to side.

"Maybe he left them somewhere in the Grid."
Re: We Are Pilots [2/?] - brightdreamer on January 2nd, 2011 07:03 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [2/?] - (Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2011 07:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 2nd, 2011 08:37 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [3/?]
fffff, keep plowing through character limit for LJ comments


Sam stops swirling the contents of the beer can and looks at her. Quorra hasn't talked about the Grid in months. And then he realizes that he hasn't talked about it either. As the dreams and nightmares faded and Quorra integrated into the world of the Users they stopped reminiscing on what happened. It seemed better that way for the both of them.

His free hand reaches for the microchip around his neck; his fingers run over it under his shirt as he considers her suggestion.

"You think he left his plans back at his place in the Outlands?" Sam asks.

She nods as she pokes a plastic straw in the juice box. "I'm certain of it."

Quorra noisily sucks on the straw while he tugs the chain out and holds up the chip. He never considered the possibility of going back. Quorra has always been the focus, the point, the Miracle; there's nothing for her in the Grid but there are infinite possibilities here.

"You think there's anything left?" he asks. "After-after what happened?"

"I don't know. The reintegration isn't powerful enough to reboot the entire system. The house should still be standing, along with Tron City."

Sam sighs and nods, drains the beer and sets it next to the pile of empty juice boxes.

"You want to go to the arcade?"

* * *

As he switches on the lights in the old arcade Quorra leans against the jukebox, arms crossed, still watching him.

"What?"

"I was talking with Ed the other day-"

"'Ed'? You mean Dillinger?"

Kansas starts blasting from the jukebox's old speakers as the arcade games come to life. Sam glances down the aisle at the lone machine on the wall under the upstairs office.

Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion.
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high.


"Yes, Dillinger, Jr." Quorra pokes at a few buttons on the jukebox before following him to the arcade game. "We were discussing subroutines and I-I may have said that you seemed restless."

Sam pushes the machine and the game slides on its hinges. He leans against it and tilts his head to Quorra. "Restless?"

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man.
Though my mind could think I still was am ad man.
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin'.
I can hear them say,


"Was that the wrong word?"

He shrugs. "You tell me."

"Sam." Quorra walks up to him and places a hand on his shoulder. "I'm worried. And I'm not the only one. When I told Ed he said some other people were wondering, too."

"They're worried I'm restless?"

"He said...he said some of the people in the company were around when your father first became trapped in the Grid. What does that mean?"

Carry on my wayward son,
For there'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest.
Now don't you cry no more.


Sam knows exactly what Dillinger meant. He grew up surrounded by questions about what Kevin was doing right up until his disappearance, questions about his dedication to his son and company, questions about his increasingly erratic behavior. If Sam was starting to act "off" the old guard had every right to worry. Unfortunately they still had some pull - and it wasn't like Sam could sack everyone when he took over ENCOM - and if Sam lost his position it'll make changing the world a lot harder than it already is.

"It means some people aren't too hot about me waltzing into the building and calling the shots when six months ago I broke into the tower, stole the latest OS, and put it online for free."

Masquerading as am an with a reason.
My charade is the event of the season.
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know.


"So what does that have to do with you being..." Quorra gestures at the air. "I want to say 'glitching' but that's not the right word."

Sam smiles and places his hand over hers. "I'm fine. Just have a lot on my mind. If I find Dad's plans everything will be okay."

He opens the hidden door and gestures inside. "After you."

On a stormy sea of moving emotion,
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean.
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say...

the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 2nd, 2011 08:38 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [4/?]
The room under the arcade has been dusted, rearranged, and organized since Sam first came upon it. There are new couches and a mini fridge next to the TV mounted on the wall. Of course Sam rarely watches it when he's down here; he's more interested in the touchscreen table and the files that littered the other table.

Quorra tosses her backpack on the couch while he turns on the computer and starts typing in commands. She leans over his shoulder and asks, "How long do you plan on being down there?"

He pauses. "You're not coming with me?"

"Someone needs to make sure the portal stays open on the other side," she says. "And I think you know what to look for."

She's not meeting his eyes. She's even standing out of the way of the digitizer, like she's not interested in actually going into The Grid. He glances at her left upper arm, recalling the glowing symbol that marked her as an ISO. It doesn't show here.

"You don't want to go back," he says, carefully leaning against the table so that he doesn't accidentally activate the digitizer.

"Well, I do miss it. It was my home. I guess it's just that...there's nothing there for me now." Quorra walks back to the couch and sits down. "I guess I moved on." She gives him a weak smile. "Time's faster in the Grid; you can probably find the files in an hour."

"If they're there at all," Sam says. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the concrete floor. "Give me two hours. You okay with waiting?"

Quorra unzips the backpack and pulls out the Kindle she bought with her own money and a plastic bag of juice boxes. "I'll be fine."

"Getting cozy with Jules Verne, huh?"

He laughs when her face turns red.

"How about I leave you in the Grid for the entire night," she mutters as she shakes a juice box and pries the straw off of it.

Chuckling, Sam turns back to the table and types in the last command line. "You know what to do, right?"

"Of course," Quorra says. "Sam."

"Yeah?"

When she doesn't say anything else he looks over his shoulder, then slowly turns the chair around to face her. She twirls the straw between her fingers as she looks at him.

"Be careful. With Clu gone, who knows what Tron City is like."

Sam hasn't considered that. With Clu gone - with his father gone - there's a power vacuum in the Grid. He could be heading straight into chaos.

But what other option does he have? He wants to do what Kevin couldn't but the how-to isn't here and his father never had the time to sit him down and tell him exactly how the ISOs will change the world. Now that it's apparent that this is affecting him more than he previously thought he needs to find the answer, make due on his promise, and move on.

"I'll be fine, Q," he says, and activates the digitizer.
Re: We Are Pilots [4/?] - (Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2011 08:48 am (UTC) (Expand)
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 2nd, 2011 09:33 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [5a/?]
Last one tonight, since I'm heading back to campus tomorrow, D:


One nice thing about his second visit to the Grid is that he doesn't have to deal with being dragged into a Recognizer and hauled off to the Games, where he'd be stripped by the Sirens - not that he doesn't mind - and suited up before being shoved into the gladiatorial games. Sam reaches behind him for his Light Disc and finds himself sighing in relief as he feels it hum under his fingertips. The Spartan room glows bluish white as he rises to his feet and looks down at himself.

"I'm a freaking lava lamp," he mutters.

His white circuitry illuminates the floor and walls as he leaves the small room and makes his way upstairs. Outside, this sector of the city seems as cold, dark, and empty as the first time he was here. Sam looks up at the soaring skyscrapers and the dark sky and then drops his gaze to the massive intersection in front of him. His eyes fall on the program leaning against a lightcycle parked on the curb and his stomach drops.

Oh fuck.

"User," Rinzler says as he pushes off the lightcycle; it collapses back into a baton and he slides it into some hidden space in his armor as he walks towards Sam.

"Oh no." Sam steps back, reaching for his Light Disc. "I thought you died."

Rinzler stops and tilts his head to the side. He still hasn't pulled out his Light Discs yet. He's not even at a crouch, ready for battle. "I didn't. I am..." He bows his helmeted head as his hands clench and unclench. "I am..."

Rinzler's circuitry is blue.

Sam slowly lowers his arm as he realizes there isn't going to be a fight. He suddenly remembers watching Rinzler take his lightjet out of the chase during the race to the portal and deliberately crashing into Clu, allowing them to land safely. When he saw only Clu standing in their way he thought Rinzler was dead-

Not Rinzler. You're not Rinzler.

His father's heartbroken voice whispers a name in his head as Sam remembers the stories Kevin used to tell about The Grid.

"Dad called you Tron."

Rinzler-Tron jerks his head up and takes an involuntary step back; he turns away while the helmet rapidly retracts, revealing a dark head of hair. Sam hasn't expected this - in his dreams Rinzler was always a black and orange helmeted gladiator, and he was always the one who broke the floor of the cage and sent Sam falling to his death.

"You can call me Tron, too," the program says quietly and turns back around.

Sam stares at Tron's face, not quite sure how to react. Tron returns the gaze steadily, as if waiting for him to say something, do something, anything.

Sam ends up blurting out, "You look like Alan."

Tron's eyes widen. "You also know Alan-1?"

"Alan-1?"

"My User." Tron steps forward and Sam forces himself to stay still. "He created me as a security program within the system."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Alan-1. He helped take care of me while Dad was trapped here..." Sam trails off as Tron literally deflates, eyes dropping to the ground and shoulders slumping forward.

"I see," Tron says quietly.

Sam doesn't quite see it. He leans forward, trying to catch Tron's attention, but it's the program who suddenly snaps his head up and fixes his stern gaze on Sam. He takes another involuntary step back; this isn't at all what he expected - a young Alan Bradley's face on Rinzler's body.

"Why are you here?" Tron asks.

"I'm looking for something." It suddenly dawns on him that his father might have told Tron what the ISOs could do in his world. "Did Dad ever tell you what he was going to do with the ISOs?"
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 2nd, 2011 09:35 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [5b/?]
There. A flinch. Tron doesn't look at him. He stares at the building across the street, head cocked like he's listening for something. The program closes his eyes and heaves a sigh. "Isomorphic Algorithms. The Miracle."

"Yeah, I know. Did he tell you what he wanted to do with them?"

Tron smiles wistfully as he looks at Sam. "Change the game. Change everything. That's what he kept saying but we never got far. It was hard to do anything when they couldn't stop arguing."

Oh.

Sam swallows hard and looks away, unable to match the pain and longing in Tron's eyes. "Okay. Well, I have to see if Dad left anything here. Q and I didn't get far with the 'changing the world' thing and we're running out of options."

"You need to get to the Outlands," Tron says as he turns and starts walking down the sidewalk."The lightcycles can't handle the terrain but all the known light runners were destroyed. We'll be lucky to find one."

Sam stares at his back and then quickly follows the program across the street. "What does that mean?"

Tron gestures down the street. "Before the Purge even this sector of Tron City was populated with programs. There's a reason why this place is still abandoned."

Something suddenly flashes in the space between them and Sam reflexively reaches out to catch or deflect it. He stares at the baton and then up at Tron.

"There's a neutral sector not far from here," Tron says, gesturing in a direction with another baton. "It'll be safer by lightcycle."

"Neutral sector?"

"With Clu gone, who knows what Tron City is like."

"Tron, did something happen?" Sam asks.

The program doesn't answer; instead he rezzes a lightcycle and streaks down the street. Sam frowns at Tron's evasiveness while he runs after the manned lightcycle and pulls the baton apart, helmet and visor forming around his head as the lightcycle rezzes underneath him.

There's something wonderful about riding lightcycles, especially when it's not a matter of life and death. They're sleek, streamlined, dazzling; he can feel the reckless speed as darkened buildings flit by. Sam finds himself relaxing as he tilts the lightcycle this way and that, following Tron through the streets and roundabouts toward the brighter sectors of Tron City. He pulls up alongside Tron, can't help but give the helmeted program a grin and a thumbs-up.

It ends quite abruptly.
Re: We Are Pilots [5b/?] - ginger_maya on January 2nd, 2011 10:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [5b/?] - (Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2011 04:56 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [5b/?] - (Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2011 06:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [5b/?] - artoni on January 2nd, 2011 06:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 2nd, 2011 08:09 pm (UTC)
We Are Pilots [6a/?]
I ♥ you guys. Thanks for all the comments.


They're on what looks like a large highway separating this sector from the rest of Tron City - like in the Real World - and blocking the way is a solid line of light. Tron suddenly pulls ahead and turns his lightcycle, blocking Sam and forcing him to stop. His heart slams in the back of his throat as he skids along the ground, overbalances, and tumbles to the ground. The lightcycle slides away and derezzes back into a baton.

"What the fuck?" Sam groans as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. Then a strong hand grips his upper arm and hauls him to his feet.

"We have company," Tron says, nodding to the barrier of programs in front of them. He positions himself in front of Sam as a program steps forward, a beam katana in hand.

"Step away from the program, Rinzler," the program orders.

Tron stiffens at the name but he doesn't move. Sam looks at the other programs, a mix of blue, green, white, and yellow circuitry against black body armor. They don't have the friendliest faces; more than a few have cracks and holes in their heads, and Sam is suddenly reminded of the program that growled at him on the Recognizer six months ago.

A tall yellow program steps up and to the side. Tron shifts ever so slightly, keeping Sam behind him all the while. He bristles at the program's apparent belief that he needs protecting.

"He's unusual," she says. "Not a typical program."

Sam rolls his eyes. "Not this again."

"Don't say anything," Tron whispers.

"If they know what I am-"

"Remember what happened at the lightcycle arena?" Tron takes a small step to the left as another program shifts uneasily on her feet. "Most programs here are hostile to the Users. The only one they knew for cycles was Kevin; when he disappeared Clu started feeding everyone lies."

The program who called Tron "Rinzler" suddenly frowns. "Did you say 'User'?"

"Leave the program alone, Octane," the yellow program says sharply. "It's Rinzler we want. If he did something to-"

"I'm not Rinzler," Tron says stiffly. He starts shifting positions, crouching defensively in front of Sam. "I don't want to fight you."

"If you're not Rinzler," Octane says while the other programs start moving, encircling Sam and Tron, "then identify yourself."

The programs close ranks, forming a perfect circle around them. Sam starts reaching for his Light Disc, hisses, "We're surrounded."

Tron seems to ignore him. "Let us go. I'm only escorting him to the neutral sector."

"That so?" Octane points at Sam with his beam katana. "He can go. You can't."

This is getting ridiculous. To be fair, Sam doesn't feel quite right about Tron - it's kind of hard to be at ease around a program who tried to kill him multiple times - and he wasn't even in the Grid for that long. He has no idea what these programs and others in Tron City went through while Clu was in power and a repurposed Tron provided much of the terror. Right now, though, sticking with the blue-lit program seems like the safer option. These guys don't seem to be a very friendly welcoming party and Sam doesn't feel safe walking away from this mess by himself.

Plus, this is Tron. Kind of hard not to feel something for the character his father brought to life in all those bedtime stories, even if the stance he's taken right now screams of Rinzler.

"Look," Sam says, stepping around Tron to face Octane. "Rinzler or not, I need him-"

"Do you even know who Rinzler is?" another program spits out. "Do you know what he did to those of us who were faithful to the Creator? To the Users?"

Sam holds his hands out in front of him as the program steps forward. "Whoa. Hey, calm down-"

"Don't tell me to calm down!"
Re: We Are Pilots [6a/?] - (Anonymous) on January 2nd, 2011 10:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [6a/?] - ginger_maya on January 2nd, 2011 11:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 3rd, 2011 02:19 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [6b/?]
Tron throws an arm out across his chest, shoving Sam back as the incensed program flings his Light Disc. Other programs shout and haul him back but the damage is done; the green disc slices through the armor and suit, breaking skin, and Sam clamps a hand over it and swears as the disc boomerangs back to its program.

The air suddenly hums as Tron pulls his Light Discs apart; they blaze blue in his hands, an entrancing sight that makes Sam forget for just a second that they're in a really bad situation. Then Sam feels liquid heat seep through his fingers and swears again.

"Get up," Tron says. "We might have to fight our way out of this."

"Damn it," Sam groans as he rises to his feet.

He hesitates before letting go of his arm and reaching behind him for his Light Disc. Everyone's attention instantly goes to the bleeding gash on his arm and Sam steels himself for the inevitable.

"User," a program says.

"User."

"User."

"He's a User."

"He must be the one."

They were looking for him. How did they know?

The portal, they must've seen the portal. Everyone in the Grid must've seen it. Sam cranes his neck, looking for the star in the sky, and makes out rays of light behind backlit clouds that are as obvious as the Bat-Signal.

"What do you think you're doing with a User, Rinzler?" Octane demands, stepping up and pointing his beam katana at Sam. "Hand him over and we might just let you go free this time."

"Hold on a second-"

Again Tron steps in front, putting himself between Sam and the towering program. "Get out of our way. I'm not asking again."

His threat is loud and clear, and the programs circling them shift uneasily. They don't look plased about the prospect of fighting Rinzler-Tron and a few look ready to back out and run. It doesn't make Sam feel any better, since most of the programs seem hellbent on derezzing Tron regardless of how good he is.

Sam grips his Light Disc tightly, feeling its thrumming power seep into the circuits of his armor. The odds are pretty terrible - there are at least ten programs surrounding them and Sam isn't the greatest combatant on the Grid. He wishes Quorra is here and covering his back instead of sitting on the couch, draining juice boxes and digesting the works of philosophers like Descartes and Wittgenstein. He knows she isn't going to appear out of the blue, plowing through the programs in a light runner and rescuing him like the damsel in distress he apparently is; he resigns himself to going back-to-back with Tron, watching the circle of programs warily and anticipating the first strike.
Re: We Are Pilots [6b/?] - brightdreamer on January 3rd, 2011 02:40 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [6b/?] - (Anonymous) on January 3rd, 2011 03:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 3rd, 2011 04:23 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [6c/?]
Thank you, everyone who's been reading (and commenting) so far, :D


It comes when a green-lit program flings his Light Disc at Sam; Tron deflects it before he can and the Light Disc ricochets away. Sam spots a program thrust her beam katana at Tron and throws his Light Disc, knocking it out of her hands; on its return the disc cuts through her and she shatters into a million broken bits of code.

The highway explodes in a chaotic dance of light as the other programs attack; the assault focuses on Tron and that makes it easier for Sam to derezz them. Tron doesn't need help, though; he easily evades two Light Discs and throws his at the now-unarmed programs, derezzing them in explosions of code. He doesn't stop; as soon as the Light Discs return to his hands he leaps over a green program and kicks him in the back, sending him stumbling and off-balance towards Sam. Sam takes the invitation, slings his Light Disc like a frisbee, and then drops onto his stomach to avoid the yellow program's beam katana from beheading him.

"Don't attack the User!" Octane orders as he dodges one of Tron's discs. "We want him alive, Sigma-"

"He's clearly not on our side," she says and tries to strike him again. "Might as well derezz him."

Sam rolls out of the way and pushes himself back to his feet, hand stretching out for his Light Disc. As soon as it slams into his palm he throws himself out of her way, rolling on his shoulders - and aggravating the gash on his arm, shit. Tron leaps over him and deflects her next strike.

"Helmet up, Sam," Tron orders, turning his helmeted head towards him. Sam flinches from the close proximity and the program freezes.

The delay is just enough for Sigma and another program to get the jump on Tron; as the helmet and visor rapidly assemble on his head Sam slams his leg into Tron's side and knocks him out of the way. The green Light Disc skims the surface of Sam's visor, leaving behind a few scratches.

"Too close," he huffs and quickly jumps back to his feet.

The nameless program's eyes widen right before Sam sends his Light Disc through his chest and one of Tron's goes through his abdomen. Sam grins at the program through the cascade of broken coding and snatches his Light Disc as it spins back to him.
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 3rd, 2011 04:24 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [6d/?]
Why am I such a wordy fucker, goddammit.


Tron takes down two more programs before Octane decides that trying to derezz him isn't worth losing so many programs. He, Sigma, and three programs pull out their batons and head back to Tron City; another tries to follow them but Sam knocks the baton out of his hand and Tron finishes him off.

Suddenly they're alone. Sam watches the five lightcycles disappear up the highway into the towering skyscrapers of Tron City while he retracts his helmet. Adrenaline still courses through him and he starts circling the battleground, trying to walk it off.

"What..." He gulps in more air. "What the hell was that?"

Rinzler's helmet tilts up towards him from where the program is crouched on the ground, sliding his fingers through the pieces of coding, and then rapidly retracts to reveal Tron's concerned face.

"They wanted you alive, meaning they think you're useful."

"Useful? How? Why?"

Tron shakes his head, grabs a baton, and rises to his feet. "We shouldn't talk here."

"Come on, Tron, you can't leave it at that. I need some answers," Sam says. "What the hell happened to Tron City-"

"What happened," and suddenly Tron is in his face, a finger pressed against his sternum, "is that without Kevin or Clu around the Grid became chaotic. Faulty. Program fighting program for control. You know the system works; what do you think happens when you remove the master command program? The operating system?"

"Nothing else will work," Sam says. His armor is starting to heat up and he thinks he might have overexerted himself.

"Exactly." Tron presses a baton into his hand and steps back. "Let's go. The neutral sector isn't far and there is someone there who can hide you while I find us a light runner."

Sam stares at the baton in his hand as he considers the program's words. While he and Quorra set out to change the world the system that he wore around his neck, the system that meant so much to his father, devolved. He can't imagine Kevin wanting that.

"Sorry."

Tron looks at him over his shoulder with a baffled expression and Sam winces at himself.

"For what?" the program asks.

"For not checking in on the Grid after...after what happened."

Tron stares at him for a long moment. "You had something important to do."

Sam frowns at the back of Tron's lightcycle as he follows the program across the now-deserted highway into Tron City, wondering when he'll get the answers he's looking for.
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the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - Daft Punkshirozora on January 3rd, 2011 01:43 pm (UTC)
We Are Pilots [7a/?]
You guys are the best. Updates are going to be slower since school is starting again today but I did manage to type this bit up while getting sleepier and sleepier. One of the characters is from the, uh, prequel to this fill, which you can find here.


"A light runner?" the dark-skinned Siren asks as she pushes two blue cocktails across the counter. She looks at Sam, then at Tron. "What do you need one for?"

"It's not your business," Tron says as he studies the tall slender glass. He misses the Siren rolling her eyes at him.

Sam looks over his shoulder at the small club. He narrows his eyes at the MP3s DJing for the crowd of programs; the one with the cracked helmet seems to notice his attention, elbows its companion, and points at Sam. The other MP3 tilts its helmet his way and then gives him an acknowledging nod and a thumbs up. A bit confused, Sam tilts his glass in their direction and turns back around to the Siren, Crystal.

"Are they..."

She nods.

The crack in the MP3's helmet suggests that things at the End of Line Club went south soon after the disastrous meeting with Zuse. "And Gem? What happened to her?"

Crystal shakes her head. "She and Castor derezzed when Clu had the End of Line Club destroyed."

After they gave him Dad's Light Disc, Sam thinks bitterly as he sips the cocktail. It feels a bit like drinking electricity; a warm, buzzing sensation slips down his throat and his circuitry's glow intensifies.

Crystal smiles as she mixes a drink for a tipsy yellow program, who suddenly seems interested in Sam's short-lived light show.

"Haven't seen you around," he says, leaning in a little too close for Sam's comfort. "You new to the sector?"

Sam's a bit glad the program is on his left side and not his right, where the gash and blood are still visible. He's not interested in picking up more attention right now, especially the kind that's also interested in derezzing Tron. He also really needs to take care of the wound; it's starting to throb painfully.

"Yeah," Sam says warily, watching the program as he takes another sip of the cocktail. "So?"

"Hey, I mean you no harm. We're on the same side, aren't? On the run, hiding from the factions ripping the Grid apart." The program shakes his head. "Here, we forget about all that. We forget about everything, the Reintegration, the Purge, everything. Isn't that why you're here?"
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the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - Daft Punkshirozora on January 3rd, 2011 01:43 pm (UTC)
We Are Pilots [7b/?]
He looks intently at Sam, yellow-green eyes boring into his head. Sam has a feeling the program isn't just drunk on energy cocktails and asking strangers questions. He keeps his mouth shut as he swirls the contents of his cocktail, watching the tiny ice cubes clink against each other. He waits for the program to pick it up and leave him alone.

Apparently Tron's been listening to the entire exchange and had come to the same conclusion as Sam; he leans over, shoulder pressing against Sam's as he says, "I think you've asked enough questions."

"I'm a search program; that's what I do. But if you want him all to yourself, then go ahead. I can always look elsewhere."

The program picks up his cocktail, gives Crystal a wink, and purposefully strides back into the crowd of mostly white-lit programs. Tron cranes his neck around to make sure the nosy program hasn't doubled back and then leans on the counter, gesturing to Crystal. She flicks her eyes around the area, looking for eavesdroppers.

"Light runners are hard to come by," she says quietly. "Most of them were derezzed not long after the Reintegration. I can get you one, but it'll cost you."

"Like what?" Sam asks.

"I didn't come by this club without a bit of dealing with other programs," she says. "But I'll make it easy, since you're the son of the Creator."

Crystal's face is suddenly inches from his, cool brown eyes staring right into him while she articulates each word with care. "Bring me Zuse's cane."

Zuse can't be alive. She said Castor and Gem died when the club was destroyed; there's no way to recover the damn cane. The Siren is fucking with him.

Tron shifts uneasily next to him. "We shouldn't discuss this here."

She smiles. "You're right." Then, loudly, "The bar's closed. Boys, crank it up."

The MP3s nod in unison and abruptly switches tracks; the beat becomes faster and louder as Crystal tells them to bring their drinks with them and follow her to the back. Sam is wary for good reason and hesitates; Tron gives him a questioning look and Sam says, "Last time I did this we were attacked."

He regrets his words when Tron's expression shifts to one of regret.

"Don't worry," the security program says quietly. "There won't be a problem this time."
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the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - Tronshirozora on January 4th, 2011 12:51 pm (UTC)
We Are Pilots [8a/?]
If there are any glaring errors it's probably because I'm really sleepy right now and have no business being up this late writing away.


"I'm one of the few that know Zuse and Castor are the same program," Crystal says as she sits back in a white bubble chair. "And I'm one of the very few that know what he did."

Sam watches Tron walk up to the transparent soundproof barrier and stare out at the club scene out of the corner of his eye. The program is always on alert, no matter the situation.

"Sit down, Sam Flynn," Crystal says and gestures to the white loveseat across from her.

He slides over and sets his blue cocktail on the glass coffee table as he eases down on the edge of the couch. Whatever the Siren mixed for him back at the bar is starting to fade, unmasking the aches and making him very aware of the bruises under the bodysuit.

The Siren's gaze bores into him as he rests his hands on his knees. She reminds him of Gem, always knowing what's going on, always knowing what the next step is. He won't be surprised if she can read his mind, too.

The beat the MP3s are throwing out pulses around the room and he finds his heartbeats matching it. Crystal still hasn't said anything so Sam takes the initiatve.

"So why Zuse's cane?"

Her lips curve into a sly smile. "You're not the only one he pissed off. Just because he's still one of the most powerful programs on the Grid doesn't mean he shouldn't pay for what he did. Taking his cane is a way to start."

Sam quirks an eyebrow at this, then glances at Tron. The security program returns it over his shoulder, mouth a thin line, and then continues to watch the club scene; Sam can't tell what he thinks of this request.

"Got anything else on mind?" Sam asks.

"You can try bringing me his Light Disc," Crystal says as her smile turns to all teeth. "Or you can undo the last several hundred cycles and bring back Gem. I always told her not to get involved in Zuse's activities, especially when he started getting friendly with Clu's crowd."

Her eyes slide to her right and Sam follows her line of sight to Tron.

"Zuse might not be so friendly this time," Crystal says as she rises to her feet. "He also moved his business elsewhere. I can give you the sector. Bring me his cane and you'll have your light runner."

She then nods to the still-visible gash on his arm. "You should do something about that. Most programs are still hostile to Users and with the portal open they'll be on alert for unknown programs. Now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."

At the door Crystal adds, "If you need anything you know where to find me."

As she leaves Sam starts inspecting his throbbing upper arm. A scab is starting to form over it but it's still too visible and he doubts there's anything in Tron City for him to take care of it with. He runs a finger over the ragged edge of the bodysuit and wonders why it doesn't just seal itself.
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 4th, 2011 12:52 pm (UTC)
We Are Pilots [8b/?]
"You should stay here," Tron suddenly says. "I can go find Zuse and fulfill our end of the bargain. It's better if none of the other program discovers what you really are."

Sam scowls at the program, gets a sudden flashback to Alan playing the surrogate father. He rises to his feet and faces Tron with squared shoulders. "I'm not hiding."

"By now every program in the Grid knows you're here. We can't risk another confrontation; the goal is to get you to the Outlands, not to a dangerous sector in the city."

"You've got to be kidding me." He throws his arms up in the air and then strides over to Tron, points at him and says, "Just because you're a security program doesn't mean you get to keep me out of the equation."

"I'm not."

"Yeah, you are. I have to be there every step of the way; this is my fight, my responsibility."

"I have to protect you-"

"I know that." Sam clenches his hands, considers the repercussions of punching the program in the face. "You fight for the Users and everything and that's great, I appreciate it, but you're overdoing it. It's not like I'm going to do something stupid like announce to the entire Grid that my name's Sam Flynn. Just let me fix my arm first, okay?"

Tron's eyes flick his arm and then back to his face. He doesn't say anything but his opinion on the matter is pretty clear and that has Sam's hackles rising again.

Apparently they're having a staring contest,standing toe to toe and neither willing to give an inch. It's a little harder for Sam since he has to tilt his head up at the program - since when did Tron grow several inches? He distinctly remembers Rinzler being short and freaking fast - and then it gets even harder when the conflict becomes evident in Tron's expression.

"Tron fought for me. I never saw him again."

Sam takes an involuntary step back. Is Tron trying to make amends for his failure to stop Clu that night? Is this an attempt to make up for everything he did as Rinzler?

"It's not your fault," Sam says, watching Tron flinch and drop his gaze. "You know that, right?"

Now Tron is refusing to look at him. Sam sighs. "Fine. We're wasting time; I'll just find a cloak to cover it."

Tron nods at the decision. "Wait here."

While the program goes to the Siren to ask for one Sam turns to the transparent barrier, watching the MP3s work the crowd. There are more programs now, occupying couches, barstools, and the dance floor in front of the DJs. Programs of every circuitry color are here - white, blue, green, yellow, even red. He wonders how hard Crystal worked to establish this place as a neutral zone, wonders how badly Tron City needs order.

Can he do that? Can Sam repair Clu's damage, restore all of his father's work on the Grid? It could take days, weeks, months to bring order back, and this is not counting all the apparent threats on his life.

He leans against the wall, mind awhirl. He doesn't know if he can take on that kind of responsibility, especially with Quorra and ENCOM running his new life.

"Sam."

He turns around to see Tron at the door, a cloak in hand. The program still looks unhappy about his decision but he says nothing as Sam takes the cloak from him and pulls it on. Its edges light up white as he follows Tron out of the club.
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the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - Tronshirozora on January 5th, 2011 01:26 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [9a/?]
Much appreciate the comments. I should try and respond to them.


Breathing heavily, Sam slowly locks his Light Disc on his back as he surveys the street. He kicks at the bits of broken code on the ground and turns around to see Tron staring down at the glass-like fragments, Light Discs blazing in his hands. Sam doesn't like the distressed look on the program's face; it doesn't belong there.

"What? What's wrong?" he asks.

Tron shakes his head and combines the two halves of his Light Disc. He throws Sam's discarded cloak back to him. "It's nothing. Let's go."

Sam sighs as he pulls the hood over his head and runs after Tron, who seems intent on walking as fast as a lightcycle runs. Too bad they can't actually ride lightcycles to the sector Zuse is hiding in - as they entered this particularly shady area of Tron City they saw two programs get derezzed for trying to get back their stolen lightcycles. This sector is also supposedly one of the largest and that's not even the best part. Most of the programs here are green, yellow, and orange and they seem to enjoy targeting blue and white-lit programs. The fight Sam and Tron just walked away from was their fifth since entering the sector.

A trio of yellow programs stand by a building entrance across the street, the only ones out here besides them. They're staring, looking a little too interested in Tron's Light Disc. Then one of them turns his head to Sam and curls his lip in a snarl.

"Friendly bunch," Sam says. "Shouldn't you put that away? It's drawing a lot of attention."

"No. We might not be so lucky the next time we're ambushed."

"Just don't like advertising ourselves here."

"Then walk faster," Tron says in a clipped tone Sam hasn't heard before. "Unless..."
the perpetual Sam/Tron machine: TRON: Legacy - user/programshirozora on January 5th, 2011 01:27 am (UTC)
We Are Pilots [9b/?]
Tron suddenly grabs Sam by the upper arm and drags him into the alleyway between two skyscrapers. Sam stumbles over his feet as he tries to get a bearing on what the hell the program is doing. Tron keeps dragging him deeper into the alley until the only sources of light are their circuitry. At that point Tron lets him go and Sam steps back from him, trying to rub the impression of the program's strong grip off of his arm.

"Was that really necessary?" he demands.

"No," Tron deadpans. "How well do you know the Grid?"

"What?"

"You're a User. You can create as well as destroy and...and repurpose. Can you create a shortcut to Zuse's sector? Preferably one large enough to fit two lightcycles?"

Sam stares at him, wondering if Tron has any idea what the suggestion actually means. Making the shortcut isn't hard - whenever he was at the old office going through Flynn's files he also took the time to study the yellowed map of the Grid, plus they have the destination to create a shortcut to - but what it means for him, for what he will be here if he does this, is more than a little scary. Until a few hours ago he didn't think the Grid would come back into his life; now, standing in the midst of a slowly collapsing city next the most loyal program who has issues of his own, Sam realizes that this place will never become a ghost of his past like he thought it would be.

"Yeah," Sam hears himself say from a distance. He kneels down, pressing a hand on the cold surface, and watches it light up with code. "I can create a shortcut."

The system is more complex than Flynn's notes make it out to be; Sam carefully picks through the code, marveling at the complexity of just this city block. He can't imagine what the system looks like in code, wonders how his father could do it.

He made the Grid. He was here for decades, a voice whispers in the back of his head. Of course he knew the ins and outs of this place.

"What's the sector?" Sam asks. Tron tells him and he includes it into the new code. Next to him a thin line of light starts drawing on the ground, creating a perfect circle. Sam watches it form a manhole as he finishes inputing the new code. He then sits back on his heels, suddenly tired. "Wow."

Tron crouches down on the other side of the manhole cover and lifts it. Clear rungs guide the way down into a dimly lit tunnel that's reminescent of the underpasses in downtown L.A.

"This will work," Tron says, looking up at him. He's actually smiling, although Sam doesn't know what there is to be happy about.

The smile and the glow from their circuitry and the shortcut down below creates a strangely eerie and entrancing image. Sam suddenly feels uncomfortable, like his bodysuit shrunk two sizes. He rubs his arm again as he stands up and clears his throat.

"So who's first?"
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the perpetual Sam/Tron machineshirozora on January 5th, 2011 12:54 pm (UTC)
We Are Pilots [10a/?]
The shortcut stops just short of the sector. A sheer wall rises up before them and Sam hits the brakes, skids to a stop in front of the transparent rungs leading to the manhole cover overhead.

By some stroke of luck the manhole they pull themselves out of is also hidden away in an alley. While Tron pushes the cover over the entrance, sealing the shortcut Sam looks up; the buildings' lights start several feet above his head and light up the darkness like Christmas lights. Both ends of the alley also give off an intense glow and Sam wonders exactly what kind of sector Zuse hid himself in.

Unlike the sector they just escaped this one is teeming with programs. The sight of green-lit tanks unnerves Sam as they weave through the crowded sidewalk. The dominant circuitry colors here seem to be blue, yellow, and white, making it incredibly easy for Sam and Tron to blend in.

"Did she say exactly where we can find Zuse?" Sam asks as they cross to the next street.

"No." Tron stands at the corner of the intersection, watching the flow of programs.

"Well that's just helpful," Sam says. "It's not like someone's going to walk up to us and guess that we're looking for someone."

Tron just turns his head in the opposite direction, watching a tank roll away. He then looks at Sam and says, "We'll just have to find him ourselves."

"We're talking about a program who knows how to reinvent himself," Sam says as he picks a direction and starts walking down the street. "If he can convince anyone who's looking for him that he's just his secretary Castor-"

"Most programs who were granted an audience with Zuse didn't live long," Tron says, bitterness tinging his voice. "Clu made sure of it."

Sam remembers the programs Zuse was talking to before Gem interrupted, recalls them saying he could foment a revolution against Clu. A program with that much power and influence can easily repurpose himself for the post-Clu Grid, and disappear.

"Man that Crystal chick drives a hard bargain," he mutters as he skirts around a couple. "What if we can't find Zuse?" He raises his voice as they walk by what looks like a high end club. "There has to be another way to get a light runner."

"Light runner, huh?" a voice pipes up at his left elbow. "Rare request, that. I know someone who might just be able to find you one."
the perpetual Sam/Tron machineshirozora on January 5th, 2011 12:55 pm (UTC)
We Are Pilots [10b/?]
Sam whirls around, hand reaching behind his back for his Light Disc. Tron is at his side instantly, staring down at a short yellow-lit program.

"Explain yourself," Tron says.

"You're a defensive bunch," the program says. "I just overheard you talking about needing a light runner and decided to offer some help."

"You know someone who can get us one?" Sam asks. He feels Tron's warning glare on him but ignores it; if there's another way to reach the Outlands he's taking it.

"Yes. There's a skyscraper two blocks that way with levitating steps leading up to the entrance. Ask for Pollux. You won't be the only programs looking for information. If you're lucky he'll grant you an audience. Just hope you have something he wants in exchange; information-" She leans in as if to whisper a secret and Tron shifts ever so slightly, ready to position himself between her and Sam. "Hey, easy, I'm not going to derezz him. I said I wanted to help. Now listen - Pollux has connections. He has ways of getting what you need. You need to know what happened to another program he can find out. You need a light runner, he can probably find one. Need former Black Guards to secure your sector, he'll find a few."

Sam crosses his arms over his chest as he considers the program's words. He has a very good idea who this "Pollux" really is, meaning that their end of the bargain with Crystal has become a lot easier. He just can't decide if he should bother stealing the cane when he can make a deal right now to get that light runner. Time is still an important factor; with Quorra on the other side he knows it'll remain open until he gets back, but the longer he stays here the risker everything gets.

"We should check it out," he says. "Faster we get a light runner, the better."

Tron gives him a disapproving look but says nothing.

"Well," the program says. "I hope you find what you need."

She turns smartly on the balls of her feet and start walking away. Sam takes a step after her, calls out, "Hey, wait. Who are you? And why us?"

She looks over her shoulder at him and smiles, the pupils of her eyes flashing while she says, "I'm Enyo. Yellow circuitry means I'm a search program so I guess that's what I am. And like I said, I overheard you. Good luck!"

She walks away at a rapid pace and in seconds Sam loses her in the crowd. He frowns, confused at the unexpected turn of events, and then stumbles to the side when Tron pushes him in the direction of the building she told them about.

"I swear, it's like deja vu," he tells Tron, pitching his voice low so as to not pick up more unwanted attention. "I go looking for something and someone shows up out of nowhere to tell me how to get it. Now I'm going to expect 'Pollux' to backstab us and we'll be back at square one."
the perpetual Sam/Tron machineshirozora on January 5th, 2011 12:56 pm (UTC)
We Are Pilots [10c/?]
The building Enyo specified is so tall that Sam is sure the roof is among the thick clouds. There's a short line of assorted programs standing near a familiar set of steps leading up to glass sliding doors. Red-lit programs guard the entrance; Tron stiffens next to him and mutters, "Black Guard."

"Oh come on. I thought they all derezzed or something."

"Most of them did during the Reintegration," Tron says, voice hitching over the last word. "Only a User can repurpose them."

"So, what? They still hate us then?" Sam looks over his shoulder at the Black Guard units as they call up the program standing at the head of the line. "We're walking into a building filled with programs that want to kill me? Sounds like fun."

"Right now we don't have a choice," Tron says as they join the line. "But be prepared for anything."

Sam watches the summoned program walk into the building, wonders if she knows what she's getting herself into. "Don't worry. Already learned my lesson. When they say they play all the angles they really mean it."

The line moves at an agonizing pace. More programs line up behind them, waiting their turn for a chance at an audience with Pollux. Sam starts rocking back and forth on the balls and heels of his feet, keeping count of how many programs are allowed in, how many are thrown out, and what types Pollux seems to pefer. Next to him Tron stands tall and silent, watching the crowd, the Black Guard, the street, the programs, anything and everything on this street in the brightly lit sector.

They're much closer to the front of the line - but still have a ways to go - when Tron suddenly takes a sliding half-step towards himk invading his space. In a low voice the program says, "Maybe he knows what happened to Yori."

Yori. The name strikes a very distant chord; as it shakes off the collected dust Sam echoes the name and gives him a questioning look.

"Did Flynn ever tell you? She helped us steal the Solar Sailer she had just created so that we could find the MCP's core and destroy it."

He must have a very strange look on his face because Tron smiles again, says, "Flynn used to tell me how badly you wanted to meet me. He called it 'having a case of hero worship'."

Sam laughs at that. He remembers, all right; he still has the little action figure, buried under by other childhood memories in a shoebox under his bed. He went through the contents for the first time since he was twelve not long after he took back ENCOM and started moving out of the container by the river to a respectable loft. He had found the dusty little Tron figure and pressed the button, wondering if it'll light up. His father's stories of the Grid started resurfacing in his head as he watched the toy glow steadily for a few seconds and then flicker erratically. When it refused to turn on at all he tossed it back in the box and sealed it shut.

"Yeah, I remember all right." He shakes his head at the memories, rubs the back of his neck. Those were the good years, and he had so few of them. The fond nostalgia suddenly drains from him, leaving him feeling more tired than before. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and decides to get back on topic. "So, uh, so what happened to Yori?"
the perpetual Sam/Tron machineshirozora on January 5th, 2011 12:58 pm (UTC)
We Are Pilots [10d/?]
When Tron takes too long to answer Sam flicks his eyes up; the program keeps hesitating, mouth opening and closing like he's not sure what to say. His body language is stiff and slightly hunched over, a posture that echoes of Rinzler.

"I haven't heard a word from her since Clu...repurposed me," Tron says slowly. "And I haven't had the opportunity to ask."

More like most of the programs here are hellbent on killing him. And maybe there's a part of Tron that's afraid to ask anyway, and not just because Yori might not exist anymore. He saw the way Crystal treated Tron, the sympathy in her eyes as she gave him his cocktail. Sam's starting to suspect that the program may be more damaged than he already is.

Sam places his hand on Tron's shoulder and squeezes once. The program looks up at him, surprised.

"Hey, chin up. Things'll get better, I promise."

Tron looks apprehensive and Sam wonders if he said the wrong thing. He doesn't get a chance to figure it out; the program in front of them gets called up by the Black Guard and is almost immeidately thrown back down the steps. The blue program crashes to the ground and groans while a Black Guard loudly says, "Next."

Tron hangs back as they go up the steps. Sam is immediately confronted by the other Black Guard, who says, "State your business with Pollux."

He can easily say he wants to make a deal for a light runner, since it's apparently an unusual request, but he needs something solid, something that'll pique POllux's interest.

"I'm looking for two friends of mine," he says carefully, watching the two programs and the staffs in their hands. "Their names are Castor and Gem and I last saw them at the End of Line Club many cycles ago."

The nearer Black Guard frowns and looks at the other Guard, who abruptly turns and strides away.

"Castor and Gem, you say?" the first Black Guard asks. He then presses a hand to the side of his helmet. "Yes, sir. Right away." He looks straight at Sam and points at the entrance. "You will proceed through those doors and take the elevator to the fifty-second floor."

They start herding him and Tron towards the sliding doors; Sam grabs the program's wrist to stop him from grabbing his Light Disc and jeopardizing their chances. He holds up his free hand in a placating manner, saying, "Okay, we're going, we're going."

The doors slide open behind them and as soon as their feet hit the floor inside the building the Black Guard do an about-face and march back to the line to interrogate the next program.

Sam lets out a breath in a one long whoosh as he looks around the lobby. The panels on the walls glow soft white; the only thing on the ground floor is the elevatyr shaft at the very back of the large lobby.

"He sure knows how to get back on his feet," Sam mutters, looking around the expansive lobby as they walk to the elevator.

"The last time I saw him he was operating out of an abandoned building in a degraded sector," Tron says. "He has many enemies but they don't know the truth, therefore they can't touch him."

"But I can," Sam says as the elevator door slides open and they step inside. "Just watch."


omg I am going to bed
Re: We Are Pilots [10d/?] - dreamlittleyo on January 5th, 2011 01:33 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: We Are Pilots [10d/?] - doctorwotwot on January 6th, 2011 06:11 am (UTC) (Expand)
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the perpetual Sam/Tron machineshirozora on January 7th, 2011 03:43 am (UTC)
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I have no idea how many parts this fill will have. Jfc.


"Well, well, well," Zuse says as he leans back in his chair and props his feet up on the opaque desk, cane resting across his lap. "We meet again, son of Flynn."

Sam looks around as the last security program leaves; across the room from Zuse's desk is an open bar and one side is made entirely of glass, giving him a panoramic view of Tron City. Half the skyscrapers making up the skyline are silhouettes. From here he can see the portal winking in the horizon like a too-bright star.

"So," Zuse says, and Sam turns around, "I've been hearing some very interesting rumorsaround these parts. More than the usual oddities, if I may add."

The program slowly rises from his chair and limps past Tron to the open bar; Sam stares at the deep crack running up his leg. Zuse hooks his cane on the counter edge and starts setting carafes and bottles on the countertop. He fixes himself a neon pink cocktail and drops in a delicate glass umbrella, then leans on the bar and looks first at Tron and then at Sam.

"Bit...awkward, don't you think?" Zuse asks, gesturing at the yawning space between the three with his hand.

"Considering what happened the last time we met, yeah," Sam says.

"Oh come now. That was all in the past. We're not here to chat about that." Zuse sips his cocktail and then his eyes flick between them again. The uneasy smile on his face freezes. "...are we?"

"You know why we're here," Tron says. "Do you have it?"

"Not feeling very chatty, then. Fine. Light runners are hard to come by. All off-Grid vehicles are. It'll be pricy, I can guarantee that."

"Yeah?" Sam asks. "How pricy?"

Zuse tips his cocktail glass towards him. "Your disc, for example."

Tron shifts towards him. "What do you want with his disc?"

"Defensive, are we? I don't think Sam Flynn here doesn't need much protecting so relax." Zuse gives Tron a cheeky smile and then focuses on Sam. "Getting one's hands on a User's disc is, as you can imagine, almost impossible. Well, except for that one time but we're not here to discuss that."

He plucks the umbrella out of the glass and drains the cocktail. "Information is a valuable commodity nowadays. I can only imagine what's stored in your disc. A first-hand account of the Reintegration, maybe, or maybe a detailed map of the Grid's infrastructure. Flynn wasn't called the Creator just because he's a User."

"You think I'm going to hand over my disc for a light runner?" Sam asks incredulously.

"No, but I'm sure you want something more...substantial than a light runner."

Like what Sam came here for. He's not giving Zuse that kind of leverage, but he's not leaving this sector without a light runner or the cane. He walks up to the counter and leans on it, stares straight at Zuse, and says, "Or you can give us a light runner and neither of us will say anything about your double-dealing."

The expression on Zuse's face flips to a storm. "You wouldn't."

"Do I look like someone who makes the same mistake twice? I'm not telling you anything. Give us a light runner, or I bring this building down on your head."

He slides the palm of his hand over the countertop and the surface lights up with code. Tinkering with it is a little easier the second time and in no time a segment of the counter starts flickering before derezzing completely, shattering and spreading all over the floor. Zuse snatches the empty cocktail glass and laughs nervously as he sets it on a solid surface. "Fine. I get you a light runner and you keep your mouth shut. Both of you."

"Of course," Sam says as he pushes himself off the counter and steps back. "It's all in the past."

Zuse grabs his cane and gives Tron a wide berth as he limps to the door. "Just give me a few seconds; I'm sure there's a light runner lying around somewhere."
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Re: We Are Pilots [21b/?] - master_kogane on January 21st, 2011 02:55 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21b/?] - crystalshard on January 21st, 2011 04:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [21c/?] - shirozora on January 22nd, 2011 03:14 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - (Anonymous) on January 22nd, 2011 03:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - dracontia on January 22nd, 2011 03:31 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - dracontia on January 22nd, 2011 03:46 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - shirozora on January 22nd, 2011 03:49 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - dracontia on January 22nd, 2011 04:02 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - shirozora on January 22nd, 2011 04:05 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - dracontia on January 22nd, 2011 04:14 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - brightdreamer on January 22nd, 2011 03:33 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - (Anonymous) on January 22nd, 2011 04:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - dreamlittleyo on January 22nd, 2011 05:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - crystalshard on January 22nd, 2011 08:17 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [21c/?] - (Anonymous) on January 23rd, 2011 05:42 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [22a/26] - shirozora on January 24th, 2011 05:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22a/26] - dreamlittleyo on January 24th, 2011 05:27 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [22b/26] - shirozora on January 24th, 2011 05:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22b/26] - communion on January 24th, 2011 05:27 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22b/26] - dreamlittleyo on January 24th, 2011 05:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22b/26] - brightdreamer on January 24th, 2011 05:31 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22b/26] - cmdr_zoom on January 25th, 2011 05:18 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22b/26] - communion on January 25th, 2011 05:19 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22b/26] - laughingacademy on January 25th, 2011 10:53 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [22c/26] - shirozora on January 24th, 2011 03:58 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22c/26] - vinylsigns on January 24th, 2011 04:46 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22c/26] - master_kogane on January 24th, 2011 06:00 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22c/26] - dracontia on January 24th, 2011 06:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22c/26] - stabotage on January 24th, 2011 10:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22c/26] - (Anonymous) on January 24th, 2011 11:19 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22c/26] - dreamlittleyo on January 25th, 2011 12:28 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [22c/26] - brightdreamer on January 25th, 2011 02:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [22d/26] - shirozora on January 25th, 2011 03:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [22e/26] - shirozora on January 25th, 2011 03:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22e/26] - communion on January 25th, 2011 04:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22e/26] - brightdreamer on January 25th, 2011 04:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22e/26] - interpol15 on January 25th, 2011 04:52 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22e/26] - noctaval on January 25th, 2011 05:27 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22e/26] - crystalshard on January 25th, 2011 06:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22e/26] - bionic on January 25th, 2011 06:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22e/26] - dreamlittleyo on January 25th, 2011 10:15 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [22e/26] - master_kogane on January 25th, 2011 06:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [23a/26] - shirozora on January 26th, 2011 12:36 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - master_kogane on January 26th, 2011 04:23 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - noctaval on January 26th, 2011 05:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - dreamlittleyo on January 26th, 2011 06:02 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - crystalshard on January 26th, 2011 07:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - stabotage on January 26th, 2011 08:01 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - drharper on January 26th, 2011 09:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - shirozora on January 26th, 2011 09:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - (Anonymous) on January 26th, 2011 09:41 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - shirozora on January 26th, 2011 09:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - (Anonymous) on January 26th, 2011 11:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23a/26] - drharper on January 26th, 2011 10:05 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [23b/26] - shirozora on January 26th, 2011 09:59 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23b/26] - stabotage on January 26th, 2011 10:12 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23b/26] - crystalshard on January 26th, 2011 10:21 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23b/26] - (Anonymous) on January 26th, 2011 11:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23b/26] - dreamlittleyo on January 26th, 2011 11:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [23c/26] - shirozora on January 28th, 2011 09:47 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23c/26] - dracontia on January 28th, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23c/26] - (Anonymous) on January 28th, 2011 11:07 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23c/26] - dracontia on January 28th, 2011 11:16 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [23d/26] - shirozora on January 29th, 2011 12:08 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23d/26] - (Anonymous) on January 29th, 2011 12:23 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23d/26] - (Anonymous) on January 29th, 2011 01:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23d/26] - dreamlittleyo on January 29th, 2011 03:57 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23d/26] - kateison on January 29th, 2011 04:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23d/26] - brightdreamer on January 29th, 2011 04:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23d/26] - dracontia on January 29th, 2011 09:41 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23d/26] - crystalshard on January 29th, 2011 10:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23d/26] - master_kogane on January 30th, 2011 11:04 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [23e/26] - shirozora on January 31st, 2011 04:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [23f/26] - shirozora on January 31st, 2011 04:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23f/26] - master_kogane on January 31st, 2011 04:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23f/26] - thisfishflies on January 31st, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23f/26] - brightdreamer on January 31st, 2011 11:38 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23f/26] - thisfishflies on January 31st, 2011 11:52 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23f/26] - crystalshard on January 31st, 2011 05:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23f/26] - kateison on January 31st, 2011 06:18 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23f/26] - brightdreamer on January 31st, 2011 06:53 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23f/26] - (Anonymous) on January 31st, 2011 07:31 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [23f/26] - dreamlittleyo on January 31st, 2011 11:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [24a/26] - shirozora on February 5th, 2011 03:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [24b/26] - shirozora on February 5th, 2011 03:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [24c/26] - shirozora on February 5th, 2011 03:45 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - crystalshard on February 5th, 2011 05:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - master_kogane on February 5th, 2011 07:35 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - (Anonymous) on February 5th, 2011 09:48 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - brightdreamer on February 5th, 2011 10:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - kateison on February 5th, 2011 11:19 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - dreamlittleyo on February 6th, 2011 12:16 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - (Anonymous) on February 6th, 2011 01:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - dracontia on February 6th, 2011 11:30 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - bionic on February 7th, 2011 06:58 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24c/26] - cryspeaches on February 8th, 2011 05:59 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [24d/26] - shirozora on February 14th, 2011 03:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [24e/26] - shirozora on February 14th, 2011 03:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [24f/26] - shirozora on February 14th, 2011 03:30 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [24g/26] - shirozora on February 14th, 2011 03:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - thisfishflies on February 14th, 2011 03:37 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - crystalshard on February 14th, 2011 05:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - crystalshard on February 18th, 2011 02:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - master_kogane on February 14th, 2011 06:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - laughingacademy on February 14th, 2011 11:20 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - kateison on February 15th, 2011 02:04 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - brightdreamer on February 15th, 2011 04:05 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - kateison on February 15th, 2011 08:26 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - (Anonymous) on February 17th, 2011 04:13 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24g/26] - dracontia on February 16th, 2011 05:34 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [24h/26] - shirozora on February 19th, 2011 02:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [24i/26] - shirozora on February 19th, 2011 02:09 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24i/26] - master_kogane on February 19th, 2011 02:33 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24i/26] - brightdreamer on February 19th, 2011 02:51 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24i/26] - bionic on February 20th, 2011 05:39 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24i/26] - thisfishflies on February 20th, 2011 09:26 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24i/26] - crystalshard on February 20th, 2011 04:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24i/26] - kateison on February 20th, 2011 06:15 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [24i/26] - dracontia on February 21st, 2011 08:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [25a/26] - shirozora on February 23rd, 2011 12:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [25b/26] - shirozora on February 23rd, 2011 12:37 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25b/26] - brightdreamer on February 23rd, 2011 03:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25b/26] - (Anonymous) on February 23rd, 2011 05:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25b/26] - crystalshard on February 23rd, 2011 06:34 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25b/26] - kateison on February 23rd, 2011 12:02 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [25c/26] - shirozora on February 23rd, 2011 01:39 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [25d/26] - shirozora on February 23rd, 2011 02:25 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [25e/26] - shirozora on February 23rd, 2011 02:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [25f/26] - shirozora on February 23rd, 2011 02:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25f/26] - fight4theusers on February 23rd, 2011 03:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25f/26] - dracontia on February 23rd, 2011 04:19 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25f/26] - thisfishflies on February 23rd, 2011 05:12 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25f/26] - (Anonymous) on February 23rd, 2011 06:06 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25f/26] - crystalshard on February 23rd, 2011 10:13 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25f/26] - bionic on February 24th, 2011 06:55 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [25f/26] - kateison on February 24th, 2011 01:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [26a/26] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 02:28 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [26b/26] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 02:29 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [26b/26] - citiesfalling on February 27th, 2011 02:40 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [26b/26] - kateison on February 27th, 2011 03:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 1] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 02:46 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 2] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 02:56 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 2] - thisfishflies on February 27th, 2011 03:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 02:59 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - thisfishflies on February 27th, 2011 03:02 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 03:41 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - kateison on February 27th, 2011 03:07 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 03:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - brightdreamer on February 27th, 2011 03:35 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 03:46 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - severa on February 27th, 2011 03:37 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 03:58 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - wickedorin on February 27th, 2011 05:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 06:51 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - laughingacademy on February 27th, 2011 06:25 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 07:02 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - dracontia on February 27th, 2011 07:18 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 08:17 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - (Anonymous) on February 27th, 2011 07:43 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 09:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - crystalshard on February 27th, 2011 09:54 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 12:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - master_kogane on February 27th, 2011 12:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 27th, 2011 12:42 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - (Anonymous) on February 27th, 2011 05:04 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 28th, 2011 01:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - (Anonymous) on February 28th, 2011 03:27 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 28th, 2011 01:32 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - (Anonymous) on March 3rd, 2011 06:22 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on March 3rd, 2011 06:41 am (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 28th, 2011 01:40 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 28th, 2011 02:28 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on February 28th, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - xandri on March 1st, 2011 07:39 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - shirozora on March 1st, 2011 07:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - (Anonymous) on March 2nd, 2011 07:55 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - terri_oneiroi on April 17th, 2011 04:32 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: We Are Pilots [Epilogue Part 3] - blindswandive on August 21st, 2011 06:25 am (UTC) (Expand)