Finally scraping this story over from SB and SV. Enjoy!
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"You sure about this, dad?"
"Yes, Keeva. Your mother and I decided it is for the best."
"Really?"
"Really. Look, I know that you don't want to go to boarding school. I didn't like it either. But for your safety, you'll need to."
"Does it really have to be in another country?"
"Couldn't find anywhere safer. Besides, I have some things to look into there."
"So you're going to visit from time to time?"
"I'll try. And I will call when I'm available."
"I'll hold you to it."
"Thank you, sweetheart."
"You too, daddy."
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"Thank you, Simon. Now, in other news, ENCOM International has finalized its purchase of an abandoned Renault factory, and intends to refurbish it for the company's recent expansion into the automobile market. According to their spokesperson-"
The female reporter continued on, but to the group of five watching, her voice was soon forgotten. What she had already said was of more concern to them.
The young teens attended the boarding school known as
Kadic Academy, located in Bologne-Bilancourt, France. As it so happened, the factory the news had mentioned was relatively close to said school, so there was a chance that they would see construction crews and vehicles traveling to and from the factory in the days to come. But for these five, who knew of the secret underneath the factory, there were much bigger problems that came from this purchase. Ones that had world changing implications.
"So, Jeremie," asked one of the group - a blond haired boy clad in red, purple, and periwinkle - "is that factory-"
"Yes, Odd," answered the only other blond of the group, a boy wearing a red shirt and green and blue pants alongside glasses. "It's
the factory."
"You think it's a plot by X.A.N.A.?" Asked one of the two girls in the quintet, this one with hair and clothes colored pink. Her name was Aelita.
"Would be a first if he did," answered Ulrich, the past boy in the group. "He normally prefers more aggressive ways of dealing with us."
"He's done weird things before," countered Yumi, the second female of the group. "Maybe he took control of someone in the company to make the purchase?"
"Unlikely," was Jeremie's reply. "These kids of business transactions take time, and finalizing such a purchase usually take place after significant periods of negotiations. This was probably decided a long time ago."
"I don't believe it," noted Odd. "I understood everything in that sentence."
Jeremie raised an eyebrow at his friend, before refocusing his attention on the screen. "I can't believe this is now we're going to lose the supercomputer. And after me and Aelita only just started rebuilding Lyoko."
"How long do you think we have until they start sending in the construction teams?" asked Yumi.
Jeremie sighed. "At worst, a few weeks. And this isn't something we can fix by using Return to the Past - there's too many people involved."
"So, any idea what we can do, Einstein?"
"Well, Odd, at the moment, our only option is to get Lyoko fully restored ASAP and defeat X.A.N.A. before the factory is, well, repurposed. And that means that Aelita and me need to get back to working on restoring Lyoko."
"What this you're saying about 'Lyoko'?"
The whole group let out a shocked shriek as they found that they had a guest - a girl wearing a matching blue blouse and skirt, and similarly colored pants. She had modest brown hair and black eyes, which were currently looking at the shocked expressions of the quintet.
"Um, well," started stammering Odd, "it's a..a...a video game! A new video game!"
"Really?"
"Y-yes, actually," added Jeremie. "It's a video game. It's one that me and Aelita are working on?"
"Is it?"
"It is," confirmed Aelita, who was starting to sweat. "We're doing it as a programming exercise."
"I see."
"Yeah...wait, I don't we've seen you around here before," noted Ulrich. "Are you new here?"
"I admit I am. My parents have business here to attend to, and request I be schooled here for the duration of their stay, and perhaps a little longer."
"Oh. Well, good to know. And speaking of things to know, I'm Ulrich. Ulrich Stern."
"Jeremie Belepois."
"Odd Della Robbia."
"Yumi Ishiyama."
"Aelita Stone."
"Thank you for the introduction. And now for mine: I'm Keeva. Keeva Flynn. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"The same...wait, you said your name was Flynn?" Asked Aelita.
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"Nothing, it's just that the news was mentioning a factory being purchased by ENCOM. And if I remember right, the current majority shareholder is named Samuel Flynn."
"Yeah, that's him," admitted Keeva.
"Huh?" Inquired the group.
"That's my dad." Suddenly, Keeva's expression hardened. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone. I don't want to be known just for who my father is."
"Don't worry, we'll keep your secret," assured Yumi. "Do you need any help getting moved in?"
"Actually, yes."
"Then let me and Aelita help you with that."
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"Um, wow. You have a lot of stuff," noted Yumi.
Keeva couldn't help but smirk. She had brought reasonable amounts of essentials for boarding school (clothes, hygeine products, some food), but it was safe to say that she had also brought more
personal items that was necessary - a few grid warrior figurines, a poster of Construct Vera in her
Rosen frame, a model light cycle, a limited figurine of Architect holding her...nuke launcher(?), a kubrodon plushy, and a Lord El Melloi II Case Files Blu-Ray.
"I know. I just didn't want to leave any of it behind."
"So I can see. I didn't peg you for an anime fan."
"More of a video game enthusiast, but I find a few I like."
"I see. You also brought a high end laptop here too."
Glancing at said laptop, Keeva shrugged. "I like to code. Even made a few simple games in my spare time. Working on one right now, actually, though this one is more complex than the others I've made - those were just Pong and Galaga knockoffs."
"Really?" asked Aelita. "What's it called?"
Keeva looked pensive for a moment, glancing around to check if anyone else was watching - Yumi and Aelita had warned her that Kadic had some particularly nosy students,
especially the principals daughter and the New Club.
"Can you promise to keep it a secret?"
"Aren't we already keeping another secret of yours?"
Keeva laughed nervously. "Good point."
Taking a seat at her desk, Keeva started up her laptop and swiftly cycled through its functions, until she found her target. Smiling, she clicked opened up the program titled 'Grid 4.0'.
"Welcome back to the Grid!" spoke a computerized voice. "What would you like to do today?"
"Wow, it talks to you," noted Yumi, in a tone that told Keeva the Japanese girl was somewhat exaggerating her interest.
"Yeah. See, my grandfather worked on a bunch of these games when he was just a low-level member of ENCOM, and he kept developing them even after he became CEO. He was working on something called The Grid when he flew off the map and, some would say, went crazy, but nobody quite knew what it was." Keeva's enthusiasm faded as sorrow-filled memories filled her head. "My grandfather passed away before he could share this with the world, but he did manage to finish the Grid and pass it on to my dad. Unfortunately, the Grid he made had a significant number of corrupted files in it, so my dad couldn't share it with the public. He's been working with my mom and Uncle Bradley to try and salvage it to this very day."
"Oh. That's sad," noted Aelita.
"It is," admitted Keeva. "Anyway, while he was working on trying to recover the old Grid, my dad started working on a new one with my mom. They called this "Grid 3.0", because my grandfather apparently made two different versions of the Grid - an initial testbed one and the consumer model that he shared with my dad."
Hitting a few keys, Keeva moved through the Grid, revealing a racetrack, two arenas, and what looked like a town. "Grid 3.0 is really a goldfish game right now, which runs several simulated cities filled with programmed people. Grid 4.0 is an offshoot of that, being just one city that I made with my parent's help."
"Wait, you made a whole virtual city?" asked Aelita.
"Yeah, why? You jealous?"
Aelita said nothing, but her face had a curious look upon it. Keeva couldn't decide if this was envy, surprise, or thoughtfulness.
"...No."
"I see. Well, my grandfather apparently intended the original grid to be something of a virtual meet and play place, almost like the OASIS from Ready Player One. My parents are still trying to recover it because even with the power of computers today, they're having trouble replicating its intended functions."
"Interesting. Is there anything else you need help unpacking?"
"No. Hey, do you mind if I introduce you to some of the programmed people in the city?"
"Sure."
"Alright. First off, there's Lovelace - she runs the city and handles day-to-day functions. Next would be Lamarr - major scientist who runs the simulated research institute. Third would be Steven, charged with running a local factory that makes all kinds of things. Last would Floyd, head of security."
"Those are all rather...simple job descriptions," noted Yumi.
Keeva glared slightly. "I'm barely twelve years old. Even if I sacrificed all my free time to work on this and never had any friends or hobbies, there's only so much I can make."
"I didn't mean that as an insult," was Yumi's defense, holding her hands up in an apologetic gesture.
"..Okay, I think I overreacted. Sorry."
"It's fine. You need anymore help?"
"No. I can unpack the last of my stuff on my own."
"Okay then. If you need anything, call us."
"I will."
The duo soon left the room, leaving Keeva alone aside from her computer. Said girl took a deep breath, then closed and locked the door to her room. Setting a timer on her laptop, she pulled out the one remaining item she had yet to unpack - a high-powered laser. Connecting it to a
very large battery and then to her laptop, Keeva activated the machine, then set a specific program to run. Donning a pair of goggles, she turned her attention back toward the computer and hit enter.
A moment later, as the timer began its countdown, the laser fired, and in that instant, Keeva vanished from the room.
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AN:
There is a world, that is virtual and different.
It can be so cold, make us stand up for what's right.
Our hope through our life, is if we reset it to the start!
Here we are, going far, to save all that we love;
If we give, all we've got, we will make it through.
Here we are, like a star, shining bright on your world;
Today, make Evil go away!
Code Lyoko, we'll reset it all.
Code Lyoko, be there when you call!
Code Lyoko, we will stand real tall.
Code Lyoko, stronger after all!
I LOVE THIS SONG!
Ahem.
Yeah.
I am a really big Code Lyoko Fan. I am also a moderate Tron fan. So now I went and made a crossover of them.
Fun fact: the factory that the supercomputer is located under is based upon an abandoned car factory in Paris that, in real life, was eventually demolished. I've always wanted to do a crossover with Code Lyoko where someone just outright bought the factory and the group had to figure out how to deal with it. So, here we are.
Now to get some stuff out of the way:
Keeva is Sam and Quorra's daughter.
Keeva is the closest I've found to the feminine version of Kevin, in case you are wondering who she is named after.
Keeva's about 12-13 years old.*
The lines Keeva fed to the Lyoko gang, and especially to Yumi and Aelita, are not-quite half truths. Something did happen to the Tron System, but what it was will be elaborated on later.
I will be pulling elements from all continuities of Code Lyoko and Tron into this story. So keep that in mind.
Coincident with Keeva's age, and when Tron: Legacy takes place, the starting point for this story is sometime in Summer-Fall 2022. Major events in real life (especially the pandemic and a certain ongoing conflict) will only be referenced as needed. Also, Aelita and Franz Hopper were in the Supercomputer for about a decade longer than in canon, to go with this.
In case Jeremie's dialogue didn't clarify it, we're starting sometime into the beginning of Season 4. Jeremie has managed to reprogram Sector 5 of Lyoko into existence, but he's still working on the rest. He did get the William clone working, though.
*Keeva has been inside an iteration of the Grid for enough time that she's mentally about fifteen.
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