Clu has found a User who took a wrong turn, and was found wandering the Grid.

Can the ultimate program be allies with one of the hated Users?

I've incorporated lines and references from the original Tron. See if you can spot them. I tip my helmet to the film's writers. And to the writer's of Tron Legacy, as I borrowed some of their lines as well.

I do not own Tron or Tron: Legacy

Ultimate Ally Chapter 1

Alex found herself in a street. Darkness surrounded her, making her unsure of where she was. The nearby buildings looked normal enough, but off in the distance, lightning penetrated the darkness, lending an eeriness to the entire area. "Either I've been drinking and I'm very drunk, or I'm having the strangest dream ever." She proceeded on down the street, until she was intercepted by a trio of men, all dressed in black skin-tight suits of some kind. One took hold of her arm tightly, dragging her behind the other two as they headed down the empty street. A bright light overhead illuminated the darkness around them.

"Stand here, program," one of the men told her.

Alex looked up to see the source of the light. A vehicle hovered above them, as an odd thrumming filled the air. They suddenly began to rise into the sky on some type of platform that was heading right up into the belly of the beast. Was she being abducted by aliens? Alex glanced around her, noticing other people obviously being held against their will. Her military training had taught her the signs to look for. These people were afraid.

One of the men in black moved down the line of captives, saying something to each that Alex could not hear. When he reached her, she let herself slump and lowered her head, as if intimidated. When she saw him grin malevolently, Alex reached out and grabbed her jailer, throwing him toward a large window. It cracked under his weight, and he flew out and down. Another guard came toward Alex, his weapon poised. She tried to grab the end of it, but felt a shock that not only surprised her, but hurt like hell. She bent over in pain, as she felt herself grabbed from behind and forced back into her holding unit. Now she couldn't move at all.

A guard stood in front of her, his face inches away from hers. "It's the Games for you, program."

Alex didn't know what he was talking about. She had no choice but to wait, for whatever was going to happen.

When the vehicle landed near a complex of buildings, Alex and the rest of the captives were led off and into a structure unlike any she had ever seen. She was placed in an empty room, empty until she found herself surrounded by a bevy of women in white. They sliced off her clothing, which was replaced with a skin tight suit that literally formed itself to her body. Alex stood transfixed, unable to say or do anything. This wasn't happening. It had to be a drunken hallucination or a bad dream. That was the only explanation.

A disembodied voice echoed through the room. "Attention, program."

There was that word again.

"You will receive an identity disk. Everything you learn or do will be imprinted on this disk. If you lose your disk, or fail to follow commands, you will be subject to immediate de-resolution."

She felt the woman push something onto her back. Instantly, Alex felt an energy surge course through her. But she was quickly losing her temper. "I'm not a program." She spun around as she yelled aloud. "I'm not a program!"

And someone heard her announcement. Two guards came into the room. "Come this way," one ordered, as the women in white disappeared into wall units Alex hadn't noticed before.

"Where are you taking me? I want to know, dammit!" Alex demanded.

"You're going to see the man in charge," one guard said, his voice harsh.

The Black Guard led the young woman down the corridor, their weapons ever ready to prevent escape. Alex felt trepidation at her current situation, but she could defend herself if necessary, having martial arts training, and 6 years military experience, including a tour of duty in the Middle East. It wasn't like she was afraid, but she hated not knowing what was going on. One moment, she was at the terminal she used on the sly at ENCOM, the next moment, she was...here. But where was here?

The guards indicated for her to stand before a set of double doors. One guard pressed a small pad at the side, and waited. The doors slid open with a quiet whoosh, and Alex found herself shoved none too gently into a large room.

She stood facing the back of a tall figure dressed in robes that were...lit? She blinked a few times, and decided she wasn't seeing things. She used her peripheral vision to see that her companions were behind her, watching for any attempt to get away, no doubt. So she waited. The figure turned and faced Alex. She gasped. "Flynn?" She smiled, and walked towards him. "Am I glad to see you," she started to say, but she never finished the sentence. Something in his eyes told her... "You're not Kevin Flynn." She not only stopped, but took two steps backwards.

"You're exactly right," he responded. "I'm not the Creator."

"So who are you, and where am I?"

He came closer to her, but this time she stood her ground, thinking it better to show no fear. "I am Clu, Administrative Control Program. And you're...my guest." He turned toward the large picture window, sweeping his arm out. "This is the Grid. Magnificent, isn't it?"

"Grid? I don't understand." Alex's mind raced, picking up on words she'd heard so far. Creator. Grid. Program. It began to click, her memory filling in answers that led to more questions. "Oh my God, he did it. Flynn really did it," she whispered. She noticed Clu giving her a curious look. "We had a bout one night, and he told me about a visit he'd made to a computer world filled with programs who looked and acted just like people. He was so determined to go back. I chalked it up to drunken ranting. But he really did it." She watched both Clu and her guards warily as she went over to the window, surveying the dark landscape. "Could use some more light," she remarked casually. She turned back toward Clu. "So you're a program. Flynn wrote you."

"I'm greater than any program," he said, that infuriating grin still on his doppelganger face. "And you're a User," he added, disdain in his voice.

"If by that, you mean I write programs, yes, I do. I work for Flynn at ENCOM. But I never imagined ...all this." Caution and self-preservation took over. "What do you plan to do with me?" The Games, she had heard the guard say. And she had obviously been prepped for something. What was involved in these games? The fear in the eyes of the "programs" she'd been held with indicated they weren't going to be a cakewalk.

"I haven't decided yet," Clu answered, as he carefully walked around Alex. "What is your designation?"

It took her a moment to comprehend his question, then she answered, "Alexandra Kincaid. I go by Alex." She said nothing more, deciding to let him control the conversation. She felt as if she were on parade, the way he was inspecting her. As a user, would she fail in his judgement of her? What would she think, if she had met God, and he didn't measure up?

"You will remain my guest, Alexandra Kincaid. My Black Guard will take you to your quarters. I remind you, you will be watched at all times," he warned, then walked over to the window, his back now to her. "I'll call for you later," Clu said, not even bothering to look at her.

Feeling summarily dismissed, Alex stepped back, letting the Black Guard, as he called them, lead her away. Going down the same corridor, they brought her to a pair of doors that opened when one guard pressed the pad. This one looked different than the other. Alex assumed these "guest" quarters would be locked from the outside. She went in, and instantly heard a low sharp hum. Pushing on the doors, she discovered she was right. They wouldn't open.

Taking in her surroundings, Alex noticed furniture similar to what the human world had. There was a bed, several chairs that sat around a table, and a large window overlooking the strange city she'd happened upon, however unknowingly. She sat on the edge of the bed, her elbows resting on her thighs as she buried her face in her hands. She exhaled deeply. Now what do we do, Kincaid, she asked herself. Think. She stood suddenly. Of course, it was obvious. She had to find Flynn. If he was even here.