A challenger approaches (OPEN)

[SARK]

"Disc Wars! Disc Wars!" chanted a large and enthusiastic crowd. Today the Game Grid would be grounds for a spectacular event, 2v2 Disc Wars, it was now the final battle. The arena was large and currently loaded with so many ramps and obstacles that it almost looked as if it was meant to be a skate park. On opposite sides of the arena stood the two teams, each with blue circuitry and numbers emblazoned onto their helmets. The programs stood nervously with discs in hand, carefully eyeballing the other side to determine their strengths and weaknesses. A robotic feminine voice came over the roars of the crowd and began a countdown, "3..." the crowd got even more excited, "2..." a strange program walked down an aisle, "1..." the teams prepared to initiate combat as the crowd cheered them on in the background, "ILLEGAL ENTRY."

Spotlights, cameras, and all eyes were now focused on a figure, a program, who had jumped from one of the stands and just landed in the Disc War arena, derezzing a wall that was in his way with his disc in mid-air on the way down. He landed gracefully, like a cat, and the camera swirled around him, giving everyone watching the view-screen a 360 view of the program. He stood taller then the rest of the programs in the arena and sported a very different look. He bore red circuitry and white armor, he wore a helmet with two strange spokes and a black visor, which was currently obscuring his face. The crowd was silent. The program spoke in a heavily digitized yet loud and authoritative voice, "The Game has changed, this final war with feature a 4v1 combat. Restart the countdown!" The crowd cheered in response. The robotic voice from before started a new countdown...

"0. Disc Wars, begin!" announced the voice. The Red Program sprinted at full speed towards the blue team, deflecting two discs thrown at him with his own in one quick motion. He directed himself towards one program as he threw his disc towards another before jumping into a side flip. The unique white and red disc hit its target, derezzing him, before returning to its master's hand in mid-air. The Red Program twisted in the air and brought his disc down upon a blue program, cutting him through from shoulder to hip, derezzing him as the Red Program landed; he turned around to face the last two programs. The robotic voice came on again, "Combatant 1 and Combatant 3, deresolution."

The Red Program spun and threw his disc at the closest of the two, who held his identity disc up like a shield and blocked it, the blue program was sent sprawling by the force of the impact; the disc returned to the Red Program. The second blue program moved towards the red program and executed a perfect butterfly kick, throwing his disc in the middle of the maneuver; the Red Program leaned hard to one side to dodge the blue disc, which almost grazed his chest, then he launched his own at the blue program, who somersaulted over the disc. Both discs rebounded off the walls of the arena and sped back to their targets, both combatants side stepped each others discs and caught their own identity discs. The other program stood up and ran towards the Red Program. The program swung his disc at him but the Red Program blocked the attack before delivering a quick counter-attack with his disc, derezzing the program with a quick cut across the chest. "Combatant 2, deresolution."

The Red Program laughed as he twirled the identity disk in his hand, then spun and launched it at the remaining program. The Blue Program raised his disk and blocked the attack, the disc rebounded and looped around in the air before making its way behind the program and derezzing him through the back, the disc returned back to the Red Program's outstretched hand. The Red Program's visor retreated back into some recess in the helmet, revealing a old but serious face that spoke in an almost military voice, "You may know me as Sark. Tell me, is there anyone among the lot of you that wishes to challenge me?"

[CLU]

Clu stood in his own box, staring down at the Disc War Arena, his eyes darting carefully as he watched the events unfold beneath him. Why he hadn't stopped the illegal combatant's entry was beyond him. If Tron had been with him, he was certain the leader would have postponed the game to identify the mysterious program. The crowd roared in an energized fashion, not one caring as the strange looking program changed the game. Clu's eyes narrowed in confusion and malcontent as he watched the battle unfold. He moved effortlessly, dispatching his opponents as if they were unseasoned users just on vacation on the Grid. Thankfully, they weren't, or else Clu would have been forced to step in. The Games were meant for entertainment now, nothing more. Despite the fact that he missed the thrill of how they used to be, they were recreational now.

"Combatant One and Three, Deresolution."

Clu's gaze narrowed even further as he stepped closer toward the glass, his hand reaching up against it and tapped in a small sequence. A screen appeared, showing the identities of the programs currently on the game grid. He twisted his finger against the glass, bringing up the profile on the unknown program. He looked at the circuitry on his suit, the visor that covered his face to keep his identity a secret. He grunted and slammed his palm against the surface. Clu stepped from the glass, his eyes going around the box as he tapped his chest a bit, inhaling to speak. However, something stopped him in his attempt of contacting Tron. He slowly turned his gaze back to the glass, listening to the crowd scream in excitement.

"Combatant Two, Deresolution."

Clu moved back toward the glass to take another look at the arena below, watching as the program identified himself as Sark. He narrowed his eyes, the name sounding strangely familiar to him but he couldn't place it. He stared harshly down at the program with a mixture of distaste and uncertainty in his eyes. Then, the sound of his challenge, a smirk played across the program's lips as he nodded slowly. Clu nodded his head before staring directly at him from his high perch. "Challenge met, Program." Clu roared gently and the crowd seemed to gasp in shock. Tapping a sequence, the box opened, a stairway leading down into the arena as Clu's helmet wrapped around his head to conceal his face. The crowd was silent for one more moment before they erupted into cheers.

"Combatant Entry. Clu."

The digitized voice called as Clu moved into the arena with a gently, almost easy going sway in his gait before he stopped a good distance from Sark. He tilted his head to side, staring at the man's face. "The cycles haven't been easy on you, have they, man?" Clu bit at the program with a snarky tone. A laugh emitted from his lips as he looked around at the crowd before returning it to Sark. Another laugh left him, only this time it was almost insulting and demeaning as he let his gaze transfix on the program, his fingers twitching in anticipation.

[SARK]

"Combatant 4, deresolution" announced the digitized voice as the last program finished derezzing on the floor, it pleased Sark that it took so long. Sark deactivated his identity disc, the bright glare of the disc slowly faded to a soft glow. Sark replaced his identity disc to its usual place, on his back in a specially fit socket built into the suit, like most programs. He slowly turned around as he took a good, long, hard look at the crowd, eyeing them for a suitable challenger; however, it soon dawned on Sark that he didn't have to. The crowd had gone silent.

"Challenge met, program."

Sark spun around at the sound of footsteps, which seemed to echo throughout the entire stadium due to the crowd's silence; he saw the great stair leading downward and the box from which a lone program had exited, a helmet was over him and a visor covered his face. Sark watched the program carefully as he descended, noting the yellow circuitry on his suit. Cycles ago and in a different system, yellow, always denoted a hacker program, but perhaps things like this worked differently here. Still, this program seemed to bring a certain image up in Sark's mind. The crowd bursted into cheer once more as the yellow program stepped into the arena. Sark could've sworn that the crowd was the most dramatic or perhaps uncertain he had ever seen.

"Combatant entry, Clu.

Clu... Now Sark remembered, or at least what he was programmed to remember, as he accessed over hundred cycles old system logs, put there by his User. The log files were originally implemented so Sark could have a bit of insight into how Tron fought and behaved during his time in the Game Grid and during their final battle, but recently more had been added to detail what happened before Flynn's appearance and after Tron and Flynn's victory. Sark almost started to read through the logs but his concentration was soon broken by Clu.

"The cycles haven't been easy on you, have they, man?"

Sark tensed up for a moment as he slowly lifted his head and stared hard into Clu's helmet, but then he relaxed. Maybe this was not the same program as back then, so Sark tested him, "You know you never told me the name of your User," said Sark, remembering the events of Clu's capture back in the ENCOM system. Sark reached behind him and drew his identity disc, what was once a soft glow emitting from the disc changed fast into the bright glare it had been before. Sark believed that this would be an easy battle, Clu didn't put up much of a fight back then so surely he won't put up much of a fight now. The visor on Sark's helmet closed as he readied himself for battle, now Sark spoke in his previous digital sounding voice, "I will allow you to take the first move."