Golden Army vs Cyan Collective – 4th Quarter Rising
(Grayden sitting on the sidelines anxiously)
The silence before the fourth quarter was not peace—it was the weight of dread. The air was thick with unease. Grayden grew increasingly anxious due to the creeping dread of Cyan’s influence over the team. His smile was gone, his eyes dark with worry. Three brothers had already fallen—pulled into Cyan’s grip—and several more wavered, minds rattled as the mind-games were cracking their discipline. The Golden bench looked less like a team and more like a battlefield of wills.
(PDU-151 surrounded by Cyan drones)
Alex—PDU-151—was in the stands. His polo damp with sweat, voice hoarse from shouting and chanting GOLD, he sprayed arcs of the rubber solution into the stands. Where the mist fell, fans snapped out of Cyan’s hypnosis, jerseys shining gold again. It was a battle for the crowd as much as for the court.
(Alton confronting CC-010)
On the court edge, Alton stood, flames in his eyes, nose-to-nose with CC-010. Words hissed, but the fight was spiritual, not physical. Alton was rightfully annoyed at Ares, a brother he once looked up to greatly, was now currently CC-010 supporting and coaching the Cyan Collective. Alton’s words sharp as steel began to sling insults and criticisms, but CC-010 was unphased. “You won’t break us. Not tonight.”
(Maximus splashing the solution on CC-073)
Behind them, Maximus and Ezan wrestled with despair. Their brother, Tamerlan, had fallen, his rubber pulsing with Cyan’s blue glow. For a moment, it seemed permanent—until Maximus splashed a bottle of the experimental rubber over CC-073’s chest. The hiss was violent, the rubber searing, the blue draining away. CC-073 collapsed, shuddering—then opened his eyes, golden again. Tamerlan was back.
(Izzy sitting next to Kasper)
Nearby, Izzy sat close to Kasper, who clutched his head, drowning in Cyan’s illusions. Izzy’s voice, low and steady, was the anchor keeping him from snapping completely. But while Gold fought to heal, Cyan smirked. They discovered tonic wine inside their water bottles, a trick likely set by one of the Golden Chavs.
(The Cyan Collective finding Tonic wine in their water bottles)
Brody and Grayden huddled fast exchanging glances. “We need fire,” Brody said. Grayden nodded. Izzy couldn’t leave Kasper, so the call was made.
Jordan would enter—their secret weapon.
(Jordan, the secret weapon)
Both sides had their rosters change going into the fourth quarter. On Gold’s side, Alton (PG), Boone (PF), Brock (C), Grant (SF), and Jordan (SG). On Cyan’s, CC-004 (PG), CC-033 (C), CC-042 (SF), CC-027 (PF), CC-035 (SG).
(Wells sitting on the bench)
Wells, bruised and exhausted, sat on the bench with ice on his knee, but the fire in his eyes promised he wasn’t done. On the other side, CC-022/Trey rested, their earlier dominance taking its toll.
The whistle shrieked and the horn blared. The quarter began. The scoreboard shined 73-71, reminding the players of Cyan’s small lead.
Alton controlled the pace, barking out the first set. He swung the ball wide to Boone, who spotted daylight beyond the arc. With Cyan’s defenders sagging, Boone rose and launched—swish. The crowd erupted, gold flags waving like flames. A solid three points to start the quarter off strong.
(CC-035 shooting a free throw)
The energy shifted—but Cyan pressed back. CC-033 muscled Brock under the rim, scoring a bruising hook. CC-035 slashed inside, drawing a foul. He hit one of two free throws, smirking as blue shimmered across his eyes.
Grant flashed baseline, caught a feed from Alton, and sank a quick jumper. Jordan streaked across half-court, curling around a screen, catching a dart pass and drilling a mid-range shot. His eyes glowed with fire.
Timeout. Brody called it. The mission was clear—Boone and Grant out, Maximus and Ezan in. Boone and Grant didn’t argue.
(Grant & Boone/PDU-096 accepting their mission)
Grayden pulled them close. “Your mission isn’t here anymore. It’s up there. The real fight is in the sound system. Get to the sound booth. Kill their whispers.” He pointed at the speakers. Cyan’s whispers slithered through the sound system. “Cut it off. Bring back the anthem.” Boone nodded solemnly, donning his rubber polo to become PDU-096. Grant smirked. The two vanished into the tunnels—on a mission to become Golden DJs.
(Ezan and Jordan playing together with strong chemistry)
Jordan exploded out of the timeout, his fire was instant. First play back—catch-and-shoot from the corner. Swish. Next possession, Ezan screened hard, Jordan curled, but missed a floater.
(Jordan and Ezan working well together, CC-022 and CC-047 in the background shocked at Jordan’s strength)
The chemistry between them was instant—sharp cuts, no-look passes, perfect timing. CC-022 and CC-047 even stood up from the bench in shock at Jordan’s strong plays. Then a fast break: Alton stole the ball, hit Jordan in stride, who hammered it in off the glass. Eight points in minutes. The crowd roared with every bucket, chanting his name.
Cyan countered with CC-027 and CC-042, masked and menacing. CC-027 muscled through Alton for a layup. CC-042 followed with a pull-up midrange jumper. Their masked faces glimmered, unreadable, but their movement was sharp—almost unnatural. Grayden’s instincts screamed: There’s something unnatural about them. Too precise. Too controlled. There was more to those two than met the eye. Not that one could see their eyes.
Gold countered. Alton faked left, darted right, and kissed the ball off glass for two. Ezan followed, breaking through CC-033’s defense for another layup. The scoreboard flashed: 88–80. The Golden Army roared. Momentum was theirs.
Then the masks took control. CC-027 and CC-042 moved like synchronized shadows, punishing every Gold misstep. Seven points each in rapid succession—a three-pointer, a slashing dunk, a fast-break finish. In minutes, the eight-point lead dissolved. Cyan roared back ahead.
Maximus seized the ball off a miss, stormed down the lane, and crushed a dunk with both hands, shaking the rim. Gold’s bench exploded, but Cyan’s whispers in the sound system dulled the energy.
CC-004 buried a dagger three from deep. The scoreboard tilted Cyan’s way.
Meanwhile Grayden pulled Nate/PDU-166 aside. Together, they whispered about Cyan’s strange fixation on him, a mystery demanding answers.
(SERVE-425 battling a Cyanus)
As the battle raged, SERVE-425 spotted a Cyanus infiltrator in the stadium weaving through the crowd. Its eyes glowing, whispering into fans’ ears. Without hesitation, he launched into the stands, tackling the creature mid-row. He confronted it ready to blast with a neutralizing beam of ruby red energy. The fight for the crowd’s loyalty mirrored the war on the hardwood.
(Jordan leaping up for a jumper)
On the hardwood, Jordan caught the ball once more. He rose for a jumper—but hesitation flickered across his eyes. Cyan’s whisper slithered into his thoughts mid-shot.
(Jordan limping due to his rolled ankle)
Then disaster struck, his ankle rolled on the landing. He crashed to the floor, clutching his leg. The crowd gasped. Pain seared across his face. Jordan’s night was done. Trainers rushed. Brody’s face hardened instantly. Timeout.
(Brody calling a timeout)
The scoreboard glared: Cyan 97, Gold 90.
As Jordan was helped to the bench, CC-767 rose in the crowd, chanting for Cyan with manic glee. His influence spread like wildfire. Fans buckled, voices shifting blue. Then Leander shuddered. Leander, seated behind the Gold bench, stiffened. His skin shimmered blue. Before anyone could stop it, he was gone—reborn as CC-088. Another brother was stolen by Cyan.
(CC-767 standing next to a newly transformed CC-088)
The Golden Army reeled. But on the bench, Wells ripped the ice from his knee. His voice cut through the noise. Wells stood, fists clenched, demanding to take Brock’s place. He knew his defensive skills were needed to close out the game. “Put me in. I’m ready. We don’t fall here.”
Brody stared at him, then nodded. The final act was coming. The game was about to change.
(Grayden and PDU-166 exiting the arena)
While trainers tended to Jordan, Grayden slipped on his PDU-084 polo and ran into the tunnels with Nate/PDU-166. Beneath the arena, hidden behind steel doors, lay the Golden Archives. Dust, silence, and the hum of old machines filled the chamber. Within the depths of the Archive lay a lab.
Nate revealed what he had pieced together—Grayden’s great-grandfather, a scientist in 1947, had faced the Cyanus Collectivum when they first came to Earth. They were seeking ways to repopulate their dying species by enslaving humans. Grayden’s great-grandfather had slain their leader. The Cyanus swore revenge, vowing to return in 78 years.
(Grayden’s great-grandfather slaying the leader of the Cyanus)
Grayden’s breath caught. “They think I’m him.”
Nate nodded. “They don’t understand our lifespan. To them, you are him—reborn, unchanged. That’s why they’ve targeted you, sent you the suit, obsessed over you. They think you’re the man who defied them.”
In April 2025, they came back—mistaking Grayden for the same man, not understanding human lifespans. Every attack, every manipulation, was aimed at him. They did not know the truth.
(Grayden opening the old safe)
After a uniform shift by Grayden into his Gold. Grayden and PDU-166 together opened a steel safe. Inside was a letter, yellowed with time. Addressed to Grayden, a deathbed confession from his great-grandfather. For Grayden, 2025. Hands trembling, Grayden opened it.
(Grayden reading the letter)
The letter detailed Cyanus biology, weaknesses, and their true goals. It ended with a directive: “When they return, they will seek me. They will find you instead. They do not know time as we do. They will not understand. Their biology is alien—their minds, hivebound. They can be beaten, but only if you carry the knowledge I have left. Their weakness lies in resonance. Sound, vibration, frequency—these are their cracks. Use this knowledge. Finish what I began.”
At the bottom, a final line: “They will believe you are me. Let them. Use their error to end this. Do what I could not.”
Grayden folded the letter, fire burning in his chest. He looked at Nate. “Then we build a weapon. Not for the game. For the war.”
(PDU-84 and PDU-166 working on a weapon to defeat the Cyanus)
And in the depths of the archives, golden sparks lit the machines. Back in his Polo Drone uniform, Grayden now PDU-084 along with PDU-166 began their creation knowing time was not on their side.
Golden Bros/Cyan Drones and SERVE drones mentioned in order in this quarter:
Grayden #84/PDU-084 @polo-drone-084
Alex/PDU-151 @polo-drone-151
Ares #10 (CC-010 in the story) @goldengod-ares10
Maximus #70 @polo-drone-070
Tamerlan #73 (CC-073 in the story) @polo-drone-073
Jordan #40 @jordan-gold-40
Trey (CC-022 in the story) @hero21us
Boone #96/PDU-096 @polo-drone-096
Leon #35 (CC-035 in the story) (Tumblr not known)
Jasim #33 (CC-033 in the story) @jasimgold
Nate/PDU-166 @polo-drone-166
Devon/PDU-767 (CC-767 in the story) @polo-drone-767
Leander #88 (CC-088 in the story) @leander-gold-88
CC-047, CC-027, CC-042, and CC-004 are NPCs made for the match not based off any golden bros
Gold is not affiliated with SERVE, any SERVE drones present in the story chose to collaborate with Gold with proper permissions and consent.
We are aware that jersey numbers 0-55 are more common in basketball, certain jersey numbers are uncommon, and sometimes certain jersey numbers specify or are favored by certain positions, this is a fictional match please do not comment on the accuracy of the jersey numbers to real life. We're just trying to have fun.
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