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[professormakro]

Wh,,what do voxel taste like,,asking for a friend 😳

“WHAT DO THE W-WHAT TASTE LIKE—HAHAHHAHAHA” Makro starts to laugh hysterically, “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT!” He lies, of course, knowing full well that they taste absolutely repulsive. Doesn’t stop him from sticking them in his mouth of course.

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[[really messy idea of the dead voxel monster Makro would make in the future. Still thinking of a name for it.]]

[professormakro]

Reblog if you RP anyone from the Tron universe!

Canon characters, AU characters, original characters, and anyone else, as long as they’re related to Tron, you’re welcome to reblog this post!

[professormakro]

The smaller program notices Ark’s movements, nodding again quickly to show her that he understood that someone could be intruding on their conversation. Next, he hastily pulls his own light cycle baton out—as he forgot he had it on him. It had never really be used often because he stayed at the facility and decided to not wonder off too much. He looks down at the baton and then back up at Ark.

“I... haven’t really used this—much. I’m not very good at it, but I can try anyways—for you,” he explains with a pained voice. He wanted to apologize but he instead told her that he was indeed full on energy. Next, he reaches around and pulls out his disc. There has been something there that allowed the Occupation to see where he was. Not that it really helped them.

“There, they won’t be able to see where I am now,” disarming the tracking code, they were set.

>B•] ⛓ [[NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OF COURSE]]

[[ <3! ]]

Well, she had really done it now. Ark had snuck into an Occupation-controlled facility with the intention of gathering intel and sabotaging anything she could.

However, she had wandered right into a trap and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out. So, she was now being as still as possible in order to conserve energy for when she'd be able to make her escape.

For the Occupation, she's an interesting prize. Clad in the Renegade's circuits, her female body shape proves her to not be Tron himself, but the T-shaped squares show her allegiance to him.

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“Fascinating! I don’t partake in imbibing myself, but perhaps one day we could share one, haha! Ah...” Makro’s enthusiasm dwindled. He knew he’d be declined anyways but he figured he’d give the suggestion all the same.

“What’s your favourite thing to do in your downtime?”

"Imbibing fortified I/O shots and interfacing."

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“Y-yeah! I’m glad that you’re glad that you’re out of there, too!” Makro stammers as he peered around anxiously. He didn’t seem to really be thinking straight, his face full of worry. He had never been quite this anxious before—not before everything started to go downhill in the Grid, anyways.

However, Ark was right. If he knew the Occupation—and he knew the Occupation—they had cameras set up all around their facilities. Their security is very tight, as Ark had found out many times, according to the records.

“Yes, we will need to get out of here soon. Find some form of transportation... How did you get here? Maybe we can get back the way you got in,” Makro suggests, moving his hands around for emphasis.

>B•] ⛓ [[NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OF COURSE]]

[[ <3! ]]

Well, she had really done it now. Ark had snuck into an Occupation-controlled facility with the intention of gathering intel and sabotaging anything she could.

However, she had wandered right into a trap and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out. So, she was now being as still as possible in order to conserve energy for when she'd be able to make her escape.

For the Occupation, she's an interesting prize. Clad in the Renegade's circuits, her female body shape proves her to not be Tron himself, but the T-shaped squares show her allegiance to him.

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Makro gulps, “We were uh, in such a hurry because we are late for a conference, haha!” He stammers, standing now on shaky legs. “But I’m sorry to keep you from your own duties. We’ll be right on our way now, sir!” He smiled nervously, making his way around the large sentry, grabbing Arks hand and dragging her along.

The big double doors open—the two programs stumbling out and now on the outside of the facility. Makro sighed, letting go of Ark’s hand and crouching on the ground.

“I thought we were were goners for a second there,” Makro making a woo sound as he exhaled, looking back up at Ark. “are you doing okay? Hanging in there alright?” He asked, wanting to make sure she was okay as well. He was so thankful for her presence during all of this, otherwise, Makro was certain that he would have shut-down from fear.

>B•] ⛓ [[NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OF COURSE]]

[[ <3! ]]

Well, she had really done it now. Ark had snuck into an Occupation-controlled facility with the intention of gathering intel and sabotaging anything she could.

However, she had wandered right into a trap and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out. So, she was now being as still as possible in order to conserve energy for when she'd be able to make her escape.

For the Occupation, she's an interesting prize. Clad in the Renegade's circuits, her female body shape proves her to not be Tron himself, but the T-shaped squares show her allegiance to him.

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The both of them kept trudging along, seeming to nearly avoid any run-in’s and mishaps. Makro was so very glad for the disguise Ark had stored in her disc. What a neat idea! You’d have to be that prepared when you’re apart of the Resistance. Or in this case—the only member. Actually, cross that out, Makro thought to himself. He was now, unofficially, a new member. It excited and terrified him at the same time. Ark could probably see it because of how Makro was shaking. Both in fear and happiness.

“Just out those doors and—and we’re free,” he murmurs to himself, too caught up in the moment to notice another Occupation member approaching. All too suddenly, Makro bumps into them and it sends him to the ground with a thud. Makro groans and winces, unsure of exactly who he ran into.

>B•] ⛓ [[NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OF COURSE]]

[[ <3! ]]

Well, she had really done it now. Ark had snuck into an Occupation-controlled facility with the intention of gathering intel and sabotaging anything she could.

However, she had wandered right into a trap and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out. So, she was now being as still as possible in order to conserve energy for when she'd be able to make her escape.

For the Occupation, she's an interesting prize. Clad in the Renegade's circuits, her female body shape proves her to not be Tron himself, but the T-shaped squares show her allegiance to him.

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Makro’s visors became animated as they widened in awe at what was being said to him. Was Ark really the only last Resistance member? It saddened him, but made him happy at the same time that it was him that found her first. If anyone else were to be here before Makro, Ark may have not had another chance.

“That’s fine—but we need to get out of here quickly then,” he told Ark, undoing her bounds and finally setting her free. Makro helped Ark to her feet, looking up at her and checking to see if she was okay, “Stay close now, we need to get out of here in one piece.”

Carefully, the two cautiously made their way through the facility. They had nearly met up with a few programs on their path but thankfully were quiet enough to sneak past.

>B•] ⛓ [[NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OF COURSE]]

[[ <3! ]]

Well, she had really done it now. Ark had snuck into an Occupation-controlled facility with the intention of gathering intel and sabotaging anything she could.

However, she had wandered right into a trap and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out. So, she was now being as still as possible in order to conserve energy for when she'd be able to make her escape.

For the Occupation, she's an interesting prize. Clad in the Renegade's circuits, her female body shape proves her to not be Tron himself, but the T-shaped squares show her allegiance to him.

[professormakro]

Even though he could have easily gotten all this knowledge with a simple grab of her disc, Makro was very reluctant to actually invade other peoples spaces. He liked the distance, which is why he decided to approach the situation this way.

Though, now that he had caught her attention, Makro put away the datapad and walked back up to her. He seems hesitant at first, looking around to see if anyone were spying and possibly stumble upon the interaction. Makro then cleared this throat and whispered, “I would like to leave this place and help my sister-program. But—I cannot possibly do this on my own,” he explains, “what I am asking of you is to simply take me back with you when I let you go free.”

Makro looked hopeful as he held his hands against his chest, “If you don’t believe me, that’s understandable—but I am telling the truth. If I have to prove myself, then so be it.”

>B•] ⛓ [[NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OF COURSE]]

[[ <3! ]]

Well, she had really done it now. Ark had snuck into an Occupation-controlled facility with the intention of gathering intel and sabotaging anything she could.

However, she had wandered right into a trap and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out. So, she was now being as still as possible in order to conserve energy for when she'd be able to make her escape.

For the Occupation, she's an interesting prize. Clad in the Renegade's circuits, her female body shape proves her to not be Tron himself, but the T-shaped squares show her allegiance to him.

[professormakro]

“Ark,” he repeats back slowly. That sounded familiar. He scrambled away and retrieved a datapad, turning it on and tapping and swiping through the servers. Aha! Here we are...

Makro reread the files that he had read previously, skimming it over again to jog his memory. He took note that she had been rectified, wincing. Makro could not even imagine what it would be like. However, he turned back to Ark and glanced at her, thinking over in his mind what he should do. He felt very empathetic in this moment, and he hated it. He didn’t like how soft he really was. Makro would often mask his true feelings, trying to act tough and be a bigger program than he was. Now his very own facade was starting to slip.

“Ark... if I help you, will you possibly help me?” He proposed suddenly. Makro had a plan brewing in his small mind. Perhaps. Just maybe. Maybe if he freed Ark and let her get away, maybe it would get him to run away, too. And eventually get into contact with other programs, more skilled programs who could restore his own sister. If Ark could be repurposed and brought back, maybe Mykro could, too.

Plus, Makro was tired of playing pretend. He never wanted to really join The Occupation in the first place.

>B•] ⛓ [[NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OF COURSE]]

[[ <3! ]]

Well, she had really done it now. Ark had snuck into an Occupation-controlled facility with the intention of gathering intel and sabotaging anything she could.

However, she had wandered right into a trap and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out. So, she was now being as still as possible in order to conserve energy for when she'd be able to make her escape.

For the Occupation, she's an interesting prize. Clad in the Renegade's circuits, her female body shape proves her to not be Tron himself, but the T-shaped squares show her allegiance to him.

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The scientist notices her break her facade as he plops himself down on the floor. He stares at her, his orange goggles glinting in the dim lighting. He nudges closer, but still keeps his distance, not wanting to engage physically.

“You’re... awfully quiet,” he comments, leaning back on his hand now. Makro had no intentions to hurt her but now he was very curious as to who this new intruder was. He was determined to find out.

“Who are you exactly?” Came Makro’s wondering voice, “you’re certainly not who I believed you to be, so surely you can inform me of your real identity.”

He waited patiently, but he had a feeling that getting any information out of a rebel program would not come easy. However, he still waited, letting her look around and adjust.

>B•] ⛓ [[NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OF COURSE]]

[[ <3! ]]

Well, she had really done it now. Ark had snuck into an Occupation-controlled facility with the intention of gathering intel and sabotaging anything she could.

However, she had wandered right into a trap and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out. So, she was now being as still as possible in order to conserve energy for when she'd be able to make her escape.

For the Occupation, she's an interesting prize. Clad in the Renegade's circuits, her female body shape proves her to not be Tron himself, but the T-shaped squares show her allegiance to him.

[professormakro]

Loud, echoing steps could be heard on the hard reflective surface of the facility flooring, steadily approaching Ark. Tap tap tap... then suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

Leaning over Ark was Makro, grinning down at her, “My..my..my! What a good catch! Haha! Tron himsel—“ but was suddenly cut short. This was not Tron. This wasn’t anyone even remotely close! Makro growled, stomping his feet, “No! No! No! You’re suppose to be Tron!” He whined.

Disappointed, Makro sat down in front of Ark, cross legged and defeated.

>B•] ⛓ [[NOT IN A WEIRD WAY OF COURSE]]

[[ <3! ]]

Well, she had really done it now. Ark had snuck into an Occupation-controlled facility with the intention of gathering intel and sabotaging anything she could.

However, she had wandered right into a trap and no matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get out. So, she was now being as still as possible in order to conserve energy for when she'd be able to make her escape.

For the Occupation, she's an interesting prize. Clad in the Renegade's circuits, her female body shape proves her to not be Tron himself, but the T-shaped squares show her allegiance to him.

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@sentry-crosis [[I wanted to draw them together ^_^]]

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@sentry-crosis [[I wanted to draw them together ^_^]]

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[[HERE THEY ARE...the siblings, Makro and Mykro! Their User, X, created them at the same time so they are coded very similarly! But of course they have their differences that make them unique. They were designed with the purpose to create innovative contraptions to aid Program and User experiences alike. However, The Occupation was upon them. Makro joined Clu willingly, fearing for his life and giving in. His sister, though, was a fighter. Mykro was caught and then repurposed, losing all her memories and personality, making her an emotionless droid. Makro doesn’t mind that much, just happy to spend more time with her and that she wasn’t derezzed. Now, they create and test weapons for The Occupation—Makro designing the weapons and Mykro testing them on unwilling participants. Together, they work as a team.]]

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"I don't suppose you're crazy enough to actually work with code worms, are you?"

“I’ve thought about it. I’ve seen them before... the idea had crossed my mind where I could potentially restore my sisters memory with one. The chances of it actually working are slim to none, but maybe, just maybe, it could work. So, to answer your question Crosis, perhaps.”