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FlynnOne Wrote: But, … we gotta' do something, 'long as I don't have to get fried in the process ... *his voice trails off … pausing again, he thinks back to when he'd diverted the beams before, on the old system's Sailer … it must've been an exhausting and dangerous endeavor, but all he recalls are fragments ... running to the bow of the ship, sudden bright light, Tron carrying him over his shoulder back to safety, and then he woke up with one heck of a headache - //… hooray for our side … // - now he brushes away the fragment of memory and thinks for a moment - /// ... what if there's another less dangerous way? a redirection? ... /// - then he looks at Spark and raises an eyebrow * Spark, ... wanna tell us more about what you had in mind?*

**Spark runs a hand through her hair, pushing back the dark tresses that have come loose from her braid, as Clu2 helps her up the stairs and onto the upper deck. Rinzler snarls and steps forward, unhappy at seeing Clu2 so close to Spark, but Spark waves him back.

Spark knows Flynn's stories well, and before the betrayal and the purge, the three of them - herself, Clu2, and Flynn - had experimented with power transfers. They had figured out a safer way to transfer power, with the two Users - herself and Flynn - acting as the conduits and Clu2 acting as a stablizer and handling the buffers on the power source. Of course, they had never tried it on something as strong as the portal, and Flynn - this Flynn - didn't have the experience to shield himself properly, so Spark woud have to shield them both. //Okay, how do I explain this...?// she asks herself.**

Spark: Alright, this is how this is going to work. Remember when you redirected the power from the Solar Sailer's beam? Well, this time you're going to be redirecting the portal's power. You're going to direct it into me.

**Spark taps her disk-port, motioning for Flynn to place his hand on it and direct the power there. She looks over at Rinzler and Tron.**

Spark: The two of you are going to have to go below deck while we're doing this. The power here isn't going to be kind to whoever's up here. I'll be telling the other three to get clear as well. We'll let you know when it's safe to come back up. And don't touch each other!

**Tron and Rinzler go below without protest, though Rinzler stops at the top of the stairs and looks back for a moment. Spark smiles at him and he continues. Spark looks up at the jets spiraling overhead and touches the communicator in her ear.**

Spark: Azure, Zec, Clu1.0. When Clu2 gives the word, you need to get as far away from the Sailer as possible as fast as you can. Don't ask questions, and don't return until we say it's safe to do so.

**Spark cuts the communication before the others can ask any questions. Her lips are dry with nervousness and she moistens them, takes a deep breath and turns to look at Clu2.**

Spark: You know what to do. The buffers are just the same as the other power sources, I've checked. I'm going to be concentrating, so you're going to gave to give the word to the others. And you'll need to tell Flynn when the buffers are down.

**Spark's eyes meet Clu2's again. //You know as well as I do that we don't have any other choice,// her gaze says. //Flynn will be just fine. I won't let any harm come to him, not here, now now. After this though, keeping him safe and getting him to the portal with be your responsibility.// She tries to inject silent humor into her glance, but isn't sure that she succeeds. She shifts her stance and rolls her shoulders, preparing herself for a power influx.**

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*hears Spark's instructions in his ear, and continues fighting off Recognizers while waiting for his counterpart's orders*

Bit, if we get out of this, remind me about this adventure before I ever take another wrong turn.

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(OOC: LIT, your sig is messing up the thread layout!! And I cant see it.
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*while Clu had hurried up to the pilot's station, Flynn had stood there waiting, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead ... this was going to be an astounding undertaking, something which in the User world would be just a couple of keyboard commands, but here it was much more than that ... and no way to tell what the repercussions would be ... as he stood there trying to focus, so many thoughts still ambled in edgewise ... important thoughts, realizations - veritable epiphanies in fact - some new, some old, all of them he knew were invaluable to not just the present but the future … ...
... … // from the other side of the screen it all looks so easy … and man, Flynn, you weren't kiddin' 'cause yeah that's an understatement … // Newton barely scratched the surface … for every action, an equal and opposite reaction? … // yeah that's a start ... // ... but it's more like, for every thought, every word, not just every action, and not always equal, not always opposite, is there the potential to change things, reshape the human condition? ... sometimes more profoundly than we can imagine at the time? …could be ... //*


* just then beneath his boots he felt a slight ripple, a vibration rolling through the ship's hull, and from the look on Spark's face he knew it had something to do with the portal and the power flux … Clu was making the necessary changes on the system's interface, a series of keyboard commands, the same as Flynn himself had typed a million times on the old Encom console back at the arcade … yet here and now, he could see once more how the impact of such commands was so much more far-reaching and vast than he'd ever realized, the stakes and risks so much more precarious ... and once more his thoughts chimed in … ...
... … // yeah, ... 'think maybe so ... 'think we could reshape the human condition ... could? ... we can and we already do, man, ... programs, Users, makes no difference - we're all living beings in flux … // and, programmers? ... we have the power to affect lives … everything we do sets in motion a whole chain reaction, things we never even see from our side of the screen … // ... it's a new frontier … a digital frontier … but man, what a humbling and awesome responsibility … // and God I hope I remember all this once I get back to the past // ...*


* and with that Clu was joining them in the lower galley, walking up to him … it was time*

CLU 3.0 Wrote: Ready Flynn? * Flynn nodded. Clu looked up at the jets in battle above.. He quickly spotted Azure's blue fighter.. He closed his eyes and felt her.. And sent an assurance that he was fine.. And to stay safe and clear. Then he used the communicator and called to all the jets above.* Everyone stay clear!! * Clu looked back at Flynn.. He had prepared himself to control the power influx into Flynn so that Spark didn't get the overload.* Okay Flynn... Now.

*// ...Okay Flynn ... Now.... Okay Flynn ... Now.... // ... his own thoughts echoed, and there wasn't time for trepidation … with a quick knowing glance and nod, first at Clu and then at Spark, he placed his hand on Spark's disk, instantly aware of the myriad of processes running in her system, instantly at one with her … and now the final step, drawing the power from the portal … reaching out his arm, taking a deep breath, pausing just long enough for a single thought to cross his mind ... // … a digital frontier … here we go … //... galvanizing his courage, exhaling slowly, closing his eyes*


*and then everything goes white, no thought, no sound, just a hum as the transfer begins … current courses through him at beyond the velocity of light, the same light now nearly blinding his retinas from behind closed eyelids – and yet he's calm, centered, letting it pass through ... there's no panic, no emotion, no fear, just remembering he's a conduit, only a conduit, the nexus between this moment and the hope for the next … *

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*now used to handling his light jet, he easily banks away from the solar sailer and the remaining recognizers*

Oh, man, I hope you guys know what you're doing.

*making lazy circles around the area, waits to see what happens*

CLU 3.0 Wrote:Alright then... Lets do it. Standby... *Clu ran up to the pilot's station on the Sailer and accessed the control panel.* ACCESS CONTROL: SYSTEM ADMIN OVERRIDE 769. ACCESS GRANTED CONTROL: KILL PROCESS 35.56.87.24 PORTAL INFLUX.. BUFFER 0% CONTINUE? * Clu contined the process.. Typing quickly.* **WARNING** **PORTAL INFLUX POWER OVERLOAD** **WARNING PORTAL INFLUX POWER OVERLOAD** OVERRIDE: SYSTEM ADMIN 769 OVERRIDE GRANTED BUFFER 0% *There was a sudden shaking and the light from the portal grew brighter. Clu looked in distance at the portal.. Making sure it was still stable.. After a moment.. The shaking had stopped. Clu ran down from the station and returned to Flynn and Spark.*

**Spark, power channels pushed open to their widest extent, feels the shaking that means the buffers which keep the portal's power in check have started to come down. //Here goes something,// she thinks, bracing herself for the power flow.**

FlynnOne Wrote: CLU 3.0 Wrote:Ready Flynn? * Flynn nodded. Clu looked up at the jets in battle above.. He quickly spotted Azure's blue fighter.. He closed his eyes and felt her.. And sent an assurance that he was fine.. And to stay safe and clear. Then he used the communicator and called to all the jets above.* Everyone stay clear!! * Clu looked back at Flynn.. He had prepared himself to control the power influx into Flynn so that Spark didn't get the overload.* Okay Flynn... Now. *// ...Okay Flynn ... Now.... Okay Flynn ... Now.... // ... his own thoughts echoed, and there wasn't time for trepidation … with a quick knowing glance and nod, first at Clu and then at Spark, he placed his hand on Spark's disk, instantly aware of the myriad of processes running in her system, instantly at one with her … and now the final step, drawing the power from the portal … reaching out his arm, taking a deep breath, pausing just long enough for a single thought to cross his mind ... // … a digital frontier … here we go … //... galvanizing his courage, exhaling slowly, closing his eyes* *and then everything goes white, no thought, no sound, just a hum as the transfer begins … current courses through him at beyond the velocity of light, the same light now nearly blinding his retinas from behind closed eyelids – and yet he's calm, centered, letting it pass through ... there's no panic, no emotion, no fear, just remembering he's a conduit, only a conduit, the nexus between this moment and the hope for the next … *

**Spark feels the press of Flynn's hand on her disk, for a moment she revels in the sensation that the touch of another User brings. There is something about that touch that is real in a way that no program can ever understand. The Grid is all sharply delineated contours, mathematically defined rays and precise algorithms; the sensation brought on by Flynn's touch is fuzzy and messy and imperfect - and it brings forth a longing that nearly makes Spark stagger and lose control. Only the years of practice allow her to force the feeling away and focus on the present. Then the power comes and there is no more space or time to think. The world narrows down to warrior, weapon, and target.

Spark stiffens, circuitry blazing a blinding white. Her eyes snap open, and they are glowing white as well, no sign of iris or pupil, just the blazing white of the portal's power. Her hands rise and power blasts from them, leaping outwards like lighting. The power swirls around the Sailer, a deadly cloud. Bolts strike the scavengers' recos, overloading them in an instant, and they explode into white pixels that fall towards the sea.

Spark feels the point when there are no more scavengers, but she can't move to signal Flynn or Clu2. She's losing her grip, not on the power, but on herself. Miniscule cracks are forming along her circuitry lines, the shields that would defend her have been given to Flynn, to keep him safe from the overload that is starting to tear her apart. //C'mon Sparky,// she vaguely hears a chorus of silent, yet familiar voices encourage. //Hold on just a little longer...//**

*amazed at what he had just witnessed, flew to meet with those still remaining on the solar sailer*

I hope my User is ok.


*deactivating his light jet, looks for his counterpart and the others as he lightly smacks his baton against his thigh without thinking*

Is everyone alright? Hello?

*sighs heavily*