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Two Black Guards flanked either side of Ruse as they lead her through the twisting halls of Clu’s flagship. Everything around her glowed a yellowy orange, reflecting Clu’s regime. Her own suit glowed orange, a code of the Creator’s to deceive the enemy. How she longed to be change the circuitry back to the white which glowed brightly while she lived with Flynn. She felt something for the User. Ever since she had come back from her first mission and he had admitted his fatherly affections towards her, she clung to him.

Now, she glanced down at her wrists and the glowing cuffs clapped around them with distaste. Caught. How embarrassing.

However, she smirked slightly when she remembered the fight. She had gone down admirably, taking down at least ten guards as they surrounded her, baton and disc in hand. Her greatest challenge had been Rinzler. Still, she had lasted quite a few minutes with Clu’s enforcer before falling, thanks to the additional codes that Flynn had added after her last mission.

Besides, the guards and even Rinzler were not even aware that she was working for and programmed by Flynn. They merely thought that she was one of Clu’s loyal programs that had suffered a memory wipe and could no longer remember her function. That conclusion suited Ruse just fine. As long as they did not try to reprogram her, Ruse could carry out her reconnaissance and report back to Flynn right under Clu’s nose. This was the big one. Flynn was sending her into the lion’s den.

They were nearing Clu’s throne room. Ruse could tell by how her guards stiffened and held their staffs tighter. Every program knew not to anger the almighty Clu. Ruse straightened and held her head high as the guards lead her into the room.

Large windows covered one wall, looking out on the arena. Ruse could hear the cheering of the crowds and the sounds of light cycles as they raced around, their riders desperate not to be derezzed. In front of the windows stood a tall program, his suit decorated with yellow circuitry. Another program stood behind a console. His circuitry glowed red. The program cleared his throat.

“Your Excellency, another prisoner to be dealt with.”

The tall program turned from the action, and Ruse managed to keep her face neutral. He was the spitting image of Kevin Flynn. Well, the Creator was beginning to develop bit of grey hair around his temples, but everything was the same…except for the smug smirk that adorned Clu’s face. He walked from the windows to stand directly in front of Ruse, peering into her face. Decidedly, she did not meet his eyes.

“Interesting…Jarvis, what is she accused of?”

As Jarvis tapped something into his console, Ruse could feel Clu’s eyes wandering all over her, but she did nothing.

“The program attacked a guard group in the center of the city. She took out 12 guards and fought Rinzler before finally being subdued.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Twelve. She had been off by two. Clu noticed her pride.

“Twelve, huh? Impressive. Any indication of her motive?”

“None, your Excellency.”

“Huh. Very well. Rinzler.”

Rinzler seemed to materialize next to Clu’s side, holding Ruse’s disc. He handed Clu the disc and melted back into the shadows. Clu activated the disc, and Ruse prayed to the Creator that Flynn’s code would hold. She glanced over at the disc from the corner of her eye.

A hologram of a part of her fight showed above her disc. She derezzed one of the guards and took his disc, now fighting with two. Suddenly the disc was knocked out of her hand by another disc – Rinzler’s. From her boot, Ruse pulled out a baton and turned it into a sword after she activated it. She took out two more guards as Rinzler watched, timing his attack. A second later the two were caught up in a flurry of glowing discs and limbs, dodging and parrying expertly. Ruse was still disarmed and thrown to the floor, but she lasted longer than any other program could.

“Interesting.”

Clu turned off the hologram and handed the disc to one of the guards, who replaced the disc on her back. He turned back to her, his hands clasped behind his back. He was back to studying her again, something that she did not appreciate, but she dared not show it. Ruse continued to stare straight ahead. Apparently, Clu found it funny as he let out a small chuckle and waved the guards away.

“Leave us. I wish to interrogate this one in private. That means you too, Jarvis.”

As the programs left, Ruse’s insides were flooded with a strange sensation. It was not fear, she had discussed fear with Flynn the last time she was in his residence. No, it was something different. What was it that Flynn explained? Nerves? The feeling of her insides turning around and twisting in knots.

The doors slid shut, and Clu’s smirk returned.

“All alone. Program, what is your designation?”

Ruse answered like a prisoner-of-war, clipped and direct.

“I am RUSE-ND-981357”

“Hmmm…Ruse…” Clu tested out the name, liking the sound of it. He began to circle her like a predator after his prey. “You’re a strange little thing. And just where do you come from?”

Ruse did not answer. She kept staring straight ahead.

“You wouldn’t happen to know of someone named Kevin Flynn…would you?”

Silence. A bit aggravated, Clu reached out for her. Ruse tried to flinch away, but he caught her chin, roughly forcing her to face him.

“If you don’t answer, things are just going to become worse for you. Much worse. I can promise you that.”

Ruse stayed silent. Clu’s eyes blazed yellow.

“Do you know of the User, Kevin Flynn?” he roared.

“Death to Users!” she spat back just as violently, even though it felt wrong to say it.

Surprised, Clu released her, his smirk back in its place. He looked her up and down again, a practice that Ruse was beginning to find very annoying, before moving back to her. He reached out and caressed her cheek, a surprisingly gentle motion for one so tyrannical. Ruse turned away unsure of how to handle this new development. The way he looked at her…it was like he hungered for something she possessed. Clu chuckled quietly again.

“Yes…I think we’ll have a use for you after all.”
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That was a long one...you're welcome.

This is my favourite piece that I've done so far. I love the pose. I love the shading. I love the way that her face says "when I get out of these cuffs I'm going to cut someone in half with a light disc".

I'd love to hear y'all's reactions and opinions.

Description
Two Black Guards flanked either side of Ruse as they lead her through the twisting halls of Clu’s flagship. Everything around her glowed a yellowy orange, reflecting Clu’s regime. Her own suit glowed orange, a code of the Creator’s to deceive the enemy. How she longed to be change the circuitry back to the white which glowed brightly while she lived with Flynn. She felt something for the User. Ever since she had come back from her first mission and he had admitted his fatherly affections towards her, she clung to him.

Now, she glanced down at her wrists and the glowing cuffs clapped around them with distaste. Caught. How embarrassing.

However, she smirked slightly when she remembered the fight. She had gone down admirably, taking down at least ten guards as they surrounded her, baton and disc in hand. Her greatest challenge had been Rinzler. Still, she had lasted quite a few minutes with Clu’s enforcer before falling, thanks to the additional codes that Flynn had added after her last mission.

Besides, the guards and even Rinzler were not even aware that she was working for and programmed by Flynn. They merely thought that she was one of Clu’s loyal programs that had suffered a memory wipe and could no longer remember her function. That conclusion suited Ruse just fine. As long as they did not try to reprogram her, Ruse could carry out her reconnaissance and report back to Flynn right under Clu’s nose. This was the big one. Flynn was sending her into the lion’s den.

They were nearing Clu’s throne room. Ruse could tell by how her guards stiffened and held their staffs tighter. Every program knew not to anger the almighty Clu. Ruse straightened and held her head high as the guards lead her into the room.

Large windows covered one wall, looking out on the arena. Ruse could hear the cheering of the crowds and the sounds of light cycles as they raced around, their riders desperate not to be derezzed. In front of the windows stood a tall program, his suit decorated with yellow circuitry. Another program stood behind a console. His circuitry glowed red. The program cleared his throat.

“Your Excellency, another prisoner to be dealt with.”

The tall program turned from the action, and Ruse managed to keep her face neutral. He was the spitting image of Kevin Flynn. Well, the Creator was beginning to develop bit of grey hair around his temples, but everything was the same…except for the smug smirk that adorned Clu’s face. He walked from the windows to stand directly in front of Ruse, peering into her face. Decidedly, she did not meet his eyes.

“Interesting…Jarvis, what is she accused of?”

As Jarvis tapped something into his console, Ruse could feel Clu’s eyes wandering all over her, but she did nothing.

“The program attacked a guard group in the center of the city. She took out 12 guards and fought Rinzler before finally being subdued.”

A small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Twelve. She had been off by two. Clu noticed her pride.

“Twelve, huh? Impressive. Any indication of her motive?”

“None, your Excellency.”

“Huh. Very well. Rinzler.”

Rinzler seemed to materialize next to Clu’s side, holding Ruse’s disc. He handed Clu the disc and melted back into the shadows. Clu activated the disc, and Ruse prayed to the Creator that Flynn’s code would hold. She glanced over at the disc from the corner of her eye.

A hologram of a part of her fight showed above her disc. She derezzed one of the guards and took his disc, now fighting with two. Suddenly the disc was knocked out of her hand by another disc – Rinzler’s. From her boot, Ruse pulled out a baton and turned it into a sword after she activated it. She took out two more guards as Rinzler watched, timing his attack. A second later the two were caught up in a flurry of glowing discs and limbs, dodging and parrying expertly. Ruse was still disarmed and thrown to the floor, but she lasted longer than any other program could.

“Interesting.”

Clu turned off the hologram and handed the disc to one of the guards, who replaced the disc on her back. He turned back to her, his hands clasped behind his back. He was back to studying her again, something that she did not appreciate, but she dared not show it. Ruse continued to stare straight ahead. Apparently, Clu found it funny as he let out a small chuckle and waved the guards away.

“Leave us. I wish to interrogate this one in private. That means you too, Jarvis.”

As the programs left, Ruse’s insides were flooded with a strange sensation. It was not fear, she had discussed fear with Flynn the last time she was in his residence. No, it was something different. What was it that Flynn explained? Nerves? The feeling of her insides turning around and twisting in knots.

The doors slid shut, and Clu’s smirk returned.

“All alone. Program, what is your designation?”

Ruse answered like a prisoner-of-war, clipped and direct.

“I am RUSE-ND-981357”

“Hmmm…Ruse…” Clu tested out the name, liking the sound of it. He began to circle her like a predator after his prey. “You’re a strange little thing. And just where do you come from?”

Ruse did not answer. She kept staring straight ahead.

“You wouldn’t happen to know of someone named Kevin Flynn…would you?”

Silence. A bit aggravated, Clu reached out for her. Ruse tried to flinch away, but he caught her chin, roughly forcing her to face him.

“If you don’t answer, things are just going to become worse for you. Much worse. I can promise you that.”

Ruse stayed silent. Clu’s eyes blazed yellow.

“Do you know of the User, Kevin Flynn?” he roared.

“Death to Users!” she spat back just as violently, even though it felt wrong to say it.

Surprised, Clu released her, his smirk back in its place. He looked her up and down again, a practice that Ruse was beginning to find very annoying, before moving back to her. He reached out and caressed her cheek, a surprisingly gentle motion for one so tyrannical. Ruse turned away unsure of how to handle this new development. The way he looked at her…it was like he hungered for something she possessed. Clu chuckled quietly again.

“Yes…I think we’ll have a use for you after all.”
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That was a long one...you're welcome.

This is my favourite piece that I've done so far. I love the pose. I love the shading. I love the way that her face says "when I get out of these cuffs I'm going to cut someone in half with a light disc".

I'd love to hear y'all's reactions and opinions.