*Many cycles had passed since CLU had started taking over The Grid, but at long last, Tron believed he had found someone worthy of continuing his cause.

A young program named Beck had shown great promise, having displayed admirable bravery against the likes of General Tesler, one of CLU’s many puppet leaders.

But now that Beck had officially started training with him, Tron couldn’t help but feel a pang of fear in his wounded chest. Would he end up like Cyrus? Dangerous and insane, with him believing The Grid itself was the real problem?

“No. Beck will not end up like him. I will make sure of it.” *Tron said through gritted words as he stood on the balcony of his fortress, one that was hidden in the very Outlands of the Grid. He already had his good friend Able looking out for Beck at his workplace, a mechanics shop in Argon City. It had been Able, in fact, that had alerted Tron to the boy’s exploits.

Muttering under his breath, Tron gazed out towards the center of The Grid, which was a good cycle or two’s journey away. “I sure hope you know what you’re doing, Able.”