A World Jumper

[A/N:Chapter 20 and 21 order got mixed up.]

The ship hull is generally long and slender, tapering towards the tip. It has a sleek, angular design with dark surfaces that have a metallic sheen. Orange illuminated lines trace the contours of the ship, giving it a futuristic and menacing look. The ship's structure is aerodynamic with protruding wings and sharp edges.

As Clu's aircraft descended upon Tron city, the chaos below ignited a fury within him. From his vantage point, he witnessed the relentless onslaught of the Resistance against his meticulously organized army.

Clu commanded his loyal guards"We must not let them cause more damage."

The black guards bowed and replied"Yes, my lord."

Brandishing his baton with a flourish, Clu stormed towards the hangar bay. With a decisive gesture, he signaled his personal guards to follow suit.

With a resolute leap, Clu hurled himself out of the hangar, his silhouette cutting through the tumultuous air like a vengeful deity descending upon his domain. His personal guards, embodying the epitome of loyalty, followed suit, their forms silhouetted against the backdrop of chaos and defiance. As they plummeted towards the heart of the conflict, Clu's steely gaze fixated on the Resistance forces below.

As the batons dissolved, the sleek form of Clu's personal light jet materialized with a vibrant orange glow. Its design was a marvel of Tron technology, resembling a futuristic motorcycle fused with a fighter jet, its aerodynamic curves outlined in neon yellow. Two pairs of rear wings unfurled, each tipped with deadly twin energy cannons, while thrusters provided high-speed acceleration and agility.

CLU, straddling the jet's frame, gripped the saddle with a commanding presence. With a flick of his wrists, the jet ignited, emitting a distinctive hum and powerful thruster sounds. An orange light ribbon trailed behind, painting the darkness with vibrant streaks.

Meanwhile, Clu's blackguards followed suit in their own light jets, adorned with a menacing red glow.

The squadron wasted no time, unleashing a torrent of fire upon the resistance, their cannons glowing intensely as they charged.

Observing Clu's approach, Alexander muttered grimly, "I'll take care of him." Donning his Turbo suit and activated Flight mode.

As the suit was formed around his body,it was a full-body armor that takes the form of a close-fitting black-white-blue technological suit.It features four wings, a new visor and a shield that covers Alexanders head.

As the jet's wings unfurled, it ascended into the sky with a fluid grace, casting a radiant blue glow from its wings.

With a burst of sonic speed, he hurtled towards the enemy, determination etched on his face.

Meanwhile, Tron turned to Kevin Flynn with resolve. "I'm going to help him out," he declared.

Kevin nodded solemnly. "Take care of yourself, old friend," he replied, his voice tinged with concern.

Similarly Tron leaped into action, breaking their baton with determination. As the batons dissolved, a sleek light jet materialized with a vibrant blue glow, its minimalist design exuding a sense of speed and power.

Resembling a fusion of motorcycle and fighter jet, the jet's pointed nose and angled wings cut through the air with precision. Two cannons, mounted under each wing, glowed brightly as they charged, ready to unleash their deadly firepower.

Clu and his squadron initially grinned with confidence as they watched the chaos unfold, but their smiles faded abruptly at the sound of a sonic boom. In an instant, a light jet nearby was obliterated, leaving behind only a liquid splash of dissipating energy.

As Clu and his squadron scanned the area in vigilance, their efforts proved futile as they couldn't discern the source of the attacks.

Another sonic boom shattered the air, and before they could react, something descended from the sky, slamming into another one of Clu's personal black guards. The impact created a liquid splash that dissipated swiftly.

The speed of the assailant left Clu reeling, his frustration boiling over into a thunderous roar of anger. "Who are you?!" he bellowed, his voice reverberating through the digital expanse.

Clu's light jet came to a halt, suspended in the air as he grappled with the realization that he was facing a formidable adversary.

Meanwhile, Tron seized the opportunity presented by Clu's distraction, his arrival timed perfectly to exploit the vulnerability of Clu's remaining guards. With precision and skill, Tron unleashed a relentless barrage of fire from his cannons, the vibrant glow intensifying with each charged shot.

Clu stood alone, surrounded by the remnants of his shattered squadron, his anger boiling over as he locked eyes with Tron. "You betrayed me, Rinzler," he spat, his voice thick with contempt.

Tron's laughter echoed through the chaos, his resolve unwavering as he faced Clu head-on. "I've always fought for the users," he declared, his words carrying the weight of years of unwavering loyalty.

As the tension reached its peak, Alexander arrived in a blur of speed, his arrival marked by the destruction of Clu's light jet's wings. With lightning-fast reflexes, Alexander seized Clu by the neck, his grip unyielding as Clu struggled against his grasp.

"Who are you?" Clu demanded, his voice tinged with desperation as he fought to break free.

Alexander remained silent, his gaze locking with Tron's in silent communication. Without a word spoken, they shared a mutual understanding of their shared objective.

"Let's take him back," Alexander finally said, his voice cutting through the chaos. "Let his death be seen by everyone."

Tron nodded in agreement, his determination unwavering as he followed Alexander.

[A/N:Next world will be Transformers and the after that will be X Men, where he will gain a mutation through experiments.The power will be absolute power mimicry without any limits.]