The Laboratory

[[Hi!!!!! This is my first time rping ever on Tumblr so please be patient with me.

This is Makro!!! My Tron oc! He doesn’t have to be strictly in one place and can be in any AU or story, it doesn’t matter! Makro is a scientist that creates weapons for Clu and the Occupation. He is also too serious for his own good, not the best at catching sarcasm it seems. He seems to be testing on other programs... even messing around with the dead voxels of other programs to create new life.

[[ <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.

@professormakro

“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.

-

Fortunately, Ark is more used to stressful situations, so she's managed to stay more composed. However, she can tell that Makro hasn't quite adapted to his newfound freedom, so she's gently trying to encourage him to hurry, while giving him space to adjust.

For the first part of her response, she cuts her eyes over to the facility and tilts her head in that direction, to indicate that they might be listened to.

“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.

[[ <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.

@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.”

-

Whatever Ark was expecting, this definitely wasn't it. She figured he'd ask for information or an unspecified favor to cash in later. This was a tricky request, but one of the easiest things he could ask for.

She thinks everything over before responding. There were risks, but, she had been helped by individual members of the Occupation before.

Ark gave him a nod and whispered back, "You can come with me. But, there's not much of the Resistance left, I think I'm the only one."

It was easy to make this promise since she was the last one. If it went badly, she was the only one at risk and she would just end up here again.

“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.”

“Thank you,” she let him help her up, showing that she put her trust in him. It was hard to believe that this was happening, that she was leaving here with a now ex-member of the Occupation. She could hardly believe her luck. Not only was she saved, but she now had an ally.

Before she heads after him, she takes a moment to quickly alter the settings on her disc, changing from the obvious white of the Renegade to the black and red of the Occupation. She had kept several disguise options there and thought it’d be best to blend in.

She picks up on his nervousness, after seeing him shake while they waited for a group of Sentries to pass by. Ark had put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him that, at the very least, they were in this together.

Ark was a few steps behind him when he plowed right into a rather large Heavy Sentry. She tries to help him up as the Sentry glares down at the both of them.

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.

Ark follows along with Makro, letting him take the lead, because she didn’t know how to act here.

Once they’re safely outside, she leans against the wall next to him as he catches his breath.

She gives him a nod and exhales as well, “Yeah, I thought for sure that guy was gonna report us or drag us somewhere or something.” She then gives him a grin, “I’m doing better than I was a little while ago, when I thought I was a goner. I’m glad to be out of there.”

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.

[[ <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.

@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.”

-

Whatever Ark was expecting, this definitely wasn't it. She figured he'd ask for information or an unspecified favor to cash in later. This was a tricky request, but one of the easiest things he could ask for.

She thinks everything over before responding. There were risks, but, she had been helped by individual members of the Occupation before.

Ark gave him a nod and whispered back, "You can come with me. But, there's not much of the Resistance left, I think I'm the only one."

It was easy to make this promise since she was the last one. If it went badly, she was the only one at risk and she would just end up here again.

“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.”

“Thank you,” she let him help her up, showing that she put her trust in him. It was hard to believe that this was happening, that she was leaving here with a now ex-member of the Occupation. She could hardly believe her luck. Not only was she saved, but she now had an ally.

Before she heads after him, she takes a moment to quickly alter the settings on her disc, changing from the obvious white of the Renegade to the black and red of the Occupation. She had kept several disguise options there and thought it’d be best to blend in.

She picks up on his nervousness, after seeing him shake while they waited for a group of Sentries to pass by. Ark had put a hand on his shoulder to reassure him that, at the very least, they were in this together.

Ark was a few steps behind him when he plowed right into a rather large Heavy Sentry. She tries to help him up as the Sentry glares down at the both of them.

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.

[[ <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.

@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.”

-

Whatever Ark was expecting, this definitely wasn't it. She figured he'd ask for information or an unspecified favor to cash in later. This was a tricky request, but one of the easiest things he could ask for.

She thinks everything over before responding. There were risks, but, she had been helped by individual members of the Occupation before.

Ark gave him a nod and whispered back, "You can come with me. But, there's not much of the Resistance left, I think I'm the only one."

It was easy to make this promise since she was the last one. If it went badly, she was the only one at risk and she would just end up here again.

“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.”

“Thank you,” she let him help her up, showing that she put her trust in him. It was hard to believe that this was happening, that she was leaving here with a now ex-member of the Occupation. She could hardly believe her luck. Not only was she saved, but she now had an ally.

Before she heads after him, she takes a moment to quickly alter the settings on her disc, changing from the obvious white of the Renegade to the black and red of the Occupation. She had kept several disguise options there and thought it’d be best to blend in.

[[ <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.

@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.”

-

Whatever Ark was expecting, this definitely wasn't it. She figured he'd ask for information or an unspecified favor to cash in later. This was a tricky request, but one of the easiest things he could ask for.

She thinks everything over before responding. There were risks, but, she had been helped by individual members of the Occupation before.

Ark gave him a nod and whispered back, "You can come with me. But, there's not much of the Resistance left, I think I'm the only one."

It was easy to make this promise since she was the last one. If it went badly, she was the only one at risk and she would just end up here again.

“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.”

[[ <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.

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.

She remains silent as the Occupation member initially mistakes her for Tron, then realizes their mistake.

It's hard to stay stoic, though, as her captor is disappointed that she's not Tron and simply sits down across from her.

“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.”

Ark considers the situation and his question. She's clearly at a disadvantage here, and, so far, he hadn't hurt her when he so easily could have.

If she had come in here in her regular or System Monitor circuits, she'd at least have secrecy on her side, but with her wearing Tron's circuits, that instantly made her more valuable. They had caught a Renegade and that could be used to the Occupation's advantage. She had possibly doomed the entire resistance.

This isn't the first time she's been a guest of the Occupation, but it might be her last. She gives him one word: her identity. "Ark."

She was a System Monitor primarily stationed in Tron City and was a known supporter of the ISOs. But, more than that, Makro might've seen a more recent file on her in the Occupation's servers.

Ark had been in this exact same position before, the Occupation had captured her many cycles ago while wearing Tron's circuits.

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.

The wait feels like forever, but each moment he spends reading, is another moment she has to live.

His question is a surprise, though, and Ark tilts her head as she considers the situation. The only thing he could do to help her is give her freedom. There was a possibility that he just meant that he'd make things more comfortable for her here, but if the price wasn't too high, then she could take it.

The question, though, was what the price actually was.

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.”

[[ <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.

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.

She remains silent as the Occupation member initially mistakes her for Tron, then realizes their mistake.

It's hard to stay stoic, though, as her captor is disappointed that she's not Tron and simply sits down across from her.

“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.”

Ark considers the situation and his question. She's clearly at a disadvantage here, and, so far, he hadn't hurt her when he so easily could have.

If she had come in here in her regular or System Monitor circuits, she'd at least have secrecy on her side, but with her wearing Tron's circuits, that instantly made her more valuable. They had caught a Renegade and that could be used to the Occupation's advantage. She had possibly doomed the entire resistance.

This isn't the first time she's been a guest of the Occupation, but it might be her last. She gives him one word: her identity. "Ark."

She was a System Monitor primarily stationed in Tron City and was a known supporter of the ISOs. But, more than that, Makro might've seen a more recent file on her in the Occupation's servers.

Ark had been in this exact same position before, the Occupation had captured her many cycles ago while wearing Tron's circuits.

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.

[[ <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.

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.

She remains silent as the Occupation member initially mistakes her for Tron, then realizes their mistake.

It's hard to stay stoic, though, as her captor is disappointed that she's not Tron and simply sits down across from her.

“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.”

[[ <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.

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.