Tron: Deliverance

ACCESSING ARCHIVE DATA: MOD ATTACK

He quickly moved into the complex halls of the dockhouse, looking back and stretching his audio to see if he was being followed. With horror he heard a tinny and fragmented laugh behind him.

Voxels, stinking shattered voxels. he was gonna get derezzed.

Where was an occupation patrol when you actually needed one huh? Couldn't Commander Ronin be more deadly and efficient when it actually mattered?

He moved further into the dockhouse until he found himself in the main hangar. Relief swamped him. It was a garage of a sort, for boats.

Rollaway doors made up one wall of the enormous room. Square sections of water extended under the door. And in the water were a variety of boats. Mostly the blocky and utilitarian kind for transporting goods.

But there were a couple sleeker models. Perfect.

He started to weave his way between crates, work benches and half gutted boats. Then, he registered a flash of purple. He couldn't draw his disc fast enough. A weight landed on his back and flattened him. A chittering, disjointed laugh assaulted his ears as he struggled to roll over. A set of hands dragged him to his knees. Then more footsteps filled the room. In short order he had two programs holding his arms. Programs of different designations flooded into the room. They moved jerkily. Some of them had wildly different limbs that threw off their symmetry. Some had exposed code giving way to open circuitry. Others were nearly see through in places. He felt his systems churn with disgust at the sight. They were...grotesque.

A thick chested program strolled up to Zed.

One of his arms was much larger than the other. It was similar to General Tesler's modded arms. Zed had seen the old General of Argon shatter programs with his bare hands.

This was a similar mod amplified to a ridiculous degree.

The arm had energy canisters along the shoulder. Probably because it drained too much energy for a program to sustain. It was nearly half the width of the program's torso and pulsed with uneven light lines.

The program knelt in front of Zed, looking him up and down with uneven eyes. Gross even his eye was modded. It looked like sensor code, probably allowing him to see a wider spectrum than the average program could.

"So, you seem like a curious type of guy. Following my buddy here around" he pointed behind him to a program with a much more discreet mod. His legs just had speed enhancers. This program had been the one in the data packet. He had harassed a patrol of black guards and gotten away using his modded speed. The tricksters had been impressed enough to include him in their report.

What they had not included in their gossip filled data packet was that this program had a whole crew of friends that didn't like two things.

Outsiders

And programs spying on them.

Guess how many of those Zed was? Both. Yay.

Now the arm-mod program let energy pulse through his fist. Making it glow with a threat of pain.

"I'm a real curious guy too. So I wanna know who sent you and why you think you can just waltz onto our turf"

"Cant a program go for a walk? I don't even know who you are man" Zed flinched back from the energy radiating of the arm mod. Unstable would be a gentle word for the monstrosity this program had haphazardly stitched to his frame. It was practically leaking power out of several data exhausts in the elbow region. Making heat and stinking air swirl around them.

"Oh, my bad then I didn't realize you were just out for a walk! Except" He thumped Zed in the torso with the mod arm. Zed coughed and blinked pain notifications out of his vision. Error messages came too as his system tried to reregulate his intakes.