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[pdu-777]

Wired for love

In a cozy apartment filled with the hum of digital components and the scent of freshly brewed coffee, 078 knelt on the hardwood floor, assembling the intricate parts of his custom-built computer. The gleaming latex suit he wore wasn’t typical for tech work, but for 078, it symbolized his pursuit of individuality and confidence. The number “078” emblazoned on his chest was more than just a symbol—it was his identity, a mark of pride.

Across the room, Alec watched quietly, a soft smile playing on his lips. Alec, with his fiery red hair and adventurous spirit, had been captivated by 078 from the first moment they met. There was something magnetic about 078’s quiet brilliance and unyielding authenticity.

“You know,” Alec teased as he leaned against the doorway, “I’ve never seen anyone build a PC while looking like they’re about to save the world in a sci-fi movie.”

078 chuckled, glancing up with a shy but playful grin. “Gotta stay stylish, even when dealing with cable management nightmares.”

They shared a laugh, the kind that warmed the space between them. After 078 finished tightening the last screw, Alec crossed the room and knelt beside him, brushing an imaginary speck of dust from 078’s shoulder.

“You’re amazing,” Alec whispered softly, his voice filled with admiration. Without hesitation, Alec pressed a gentle kiss to 078’s cheek—a silent promise of love and appreciation.

078’s heart raced, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he turned toward Alec, their gazes locking with a mixture of tenderness and joy. “You make everything better,” 078 admitted quietly. “Even assembling computers feels like magic when you’re here.”

Their connection, built on mutual respect and genuine affection, blossomed in moments like these—unspoken gestures and shared laughter that spoke louder than words. As the winter sun streamed through the window, casting golden light across their faces, they knew they had found something rare: love as authentic and brilliant as the lives they were building together.

And for 078 and Alec, that was all they needed

[polo-drone-070]

Chevy's Rescue - part 1

The Stirring Concern

The sun hung low over the Gold Stadium as the team wrapped up their evening practice. The air buzzed with the energy of hard work and camaraderie, but Maximus couldn't shake the unease gnawing at him.

"Chevy-bro bin missin practice," Maximus muttered to himself, his brow furrowed as he watched his teammates file into the locker room. Chevy, the team's excitable football pup, was rarely absent—his boundless energy was a staple of every session. Yet now, his absence left an empty space, both on the field and in Maximus's usually carefree mind.

Flashes of their last conversation played in Maximus's thoughts as he entered the locker room. He remembered how Chevy’s eyes had gleamed with envy, the way he had talked about Sxodnir, the incubus form 009—Herc—had been granted by Felix, the mysterious sorcerer, though at the price of servitude.

“I wanna another form like Herc, bro!” Chevy had declared, his tail wagging metaphorically with excitement. “Sxodnir is so strong, powerful, charming. Do ya think Felix could hook me up too?”

Maximus had laughed it off at the time, patting Chevy on the back with a carefree grin. But now, with Chevy missing, that memory felt less innocent.

In the locker room, Maximus peeled off his golden kit, sweat glistening on his muscular frame as he opened his locker. Inside hung the sleek, glossy black polo that defined his existence as Polo-Drone 070. Chevy had received to rubber polo too, as Polo-Drone 063, thought Maximus, looking at his own polo in the locker. He pulled on the rubber polo, buttoning it meticulously to the top.  The transformation was always seamless, a shift from the emotional intensity of Maximus to the calm, focused discipline of 070. As the snug material hugged his form, his mind quieted, the emotions of Maximus receding as 070 emerged. The shift was complete as it adjusted the gold accents on his collar and chest.

It was then, in the clarity of its drone state, that 070 noticed something profoundly wrong. Its connection to 063 was gone. The collective link, usually buzzing with the faint hum of every drone’s presence, was silent where 063’s energy should have been.

Calmly, it finished dressing, iis thoughts sharp and methodical. Chevy giving up the Gold knowingly was very unlikely. Thus, either he was tricked or forced into some predicament. The most likely hypothesis was that he sought out Felix to undergo a transformation and that Felix decided to claim him completely, somehow severing 063 from the Hive entirely. Other forces may be at play, however. This required investigation. The absence of 063 in the link was unacceptable, a disruption in the Hive's unity that needed resolution.

Leaving the locker room, 070's mind was already processing the next steps. He would trace Chevy's last known movements, speak to the drones and Gold Bros who had seen him last, and determine the exact nature of his disappearance. Calm, focused, and driven, 070 set out to find the missing piece of their collective—a mission born of both loyalty to his team and the unwavering discipline of the Hive.

2. A Mission with Purpose

The Hive’s faint hum resonated in 070’s mind as it stepped out of the locker room, the rhythmic sound of its boots grounding it. Despite the transformation that had streamlined its thoughts, 070 still felt—its concern for Chevy lingered in the background like a distant ache. But as a Polo-Drone, it had learned to quell the inefficiency of unchecked emotion. Concern would not interfere; it would drive the mission forward with clarity and purpose.

Chevy’s absence gnawed at 070, not as a distraction but as a problem to be solved. Unity demanded no less. Each Polo-Drone was integral to the collective, and 063’s disappearance was an unacceptable void. A calm determination settled over 070, its serene face betraying no sign of the turmoil beneath. The mission to save Chevy was not just an obligation—it was a necessity.

The first step was data. Felix was the logical starting point. Chevy had speaking openly of seeking the sorcerer’s help for himself after seeing Sxodnir prowess His ambition had led him into dangerous territory. Patiently canvassing the area, speaking to neighbours and pulling the CCTV with  001’s help, 070 slowly connected the dots. There had been sightings of Chevy going to Felix’s estate, and shorty thereafter, of a shiny new golden Porsche, driven by the demon Jaxor, one of Felix’s servant. 070 cross-referenced the details with reports of Felix’s transformations. The pieces fell into place with unsettling precision.

Chevy had sought power and transformation, and Felix had granted his wish—with a cruel twist.

070’s chest tightened briefly, a flicker of emotion trying to surface. It allowed the feeling, briefly acknowledging the worry for its fellow drone, before setting it aside. “063 needs 070,” it murmured, the calm monotone of its drone voice steadying the swell of feeling. Emotion fueled the mission, not hindered it.

Reaching into the Hive link, 070 called for reinforcements. “This unit requires assistance,” it said, the words measured and deliberate. “Priority: High. Objective: Retrieval of 063. Likely location: Felix’s estate. Requesting support from 001 and 105.”

The response came swiftly.

“Understood,” came the smooth reply from 001, the ever-calculating drone formerly known as Percival. “001 will rendezvous at the estate.”

105’s voice followed, brimming with commanding energy. “Acknowledged. 105 will lead tactical extraction. Maintain focus. We’ll bring him back.”

070 straightened, feeling the comforting connection of its fellow drones strengthen through the link. It wasn’t alone in this. Together, they would ensure 063’s rescue.

As it waited for its fellow drone, the night air was cool against its polished uniform. Beneath the calm exterior, 070 felt the weight of its mission pressing in. The Pup wasn’t just another drone—he was a brother, part of the Hive, part of something larger. That connection, that unity, was worth fighting for.

3. The Heist

The moon’s pale light illuminated Felix’s estate, its beams reflecting off the stark white Porsche sitting in the driveway. The car’s pristine surface glowed like a cruel beacon, a twisted monument to Felix’s handiwork. 070 observed the scene from the shadows of the estate’s towering hedges, its polished rubber uniform blending into the darkness. The sight of the white car sent a pang through 070’s disciplined mind. Stripped of its golden essence, the car was barely recognizable as 063—Chevy. Yet, beneath the clinical focus of the Polo-Drone, there was a simmering determination. 070 wouldn’t leave without its brother.

“Perimeter secure,” 001’s calm voice came through the Hive link, his tone devoid of emotion yet resolute. “Minimal security detected. Proceed with caution.”

105 crouched near the main gate, his authoritative presence grounding the operation. “Extract quickly and efficiently. Felix must not interfere. Go.”

070 moved with silent precision, each step deliberate as it approached the driveway. The car loomed ahead, its stark white paint mocking the unity of the Hive, a blatant erasure of Chevy’s golden identity.

As 070 reached the vehicle, a flicker of light from the mansion’s upper windows caught its eye. Felix’s figure appeared, silhouetted against the glow of an opulent chandelier. His sharp features were illuminated as he gazed out into the night, his keen eyes sweeping the grounds. For a moment, their gazes locked. 070 stood still, unflinching, its calm demeanor concealing the surge of tension. Felix’s lips curled into a smirk, his interest piqued by the sleek figure near his creation.

“Well, well,” Felix murmured, stepping closer to the glass. “Who dares to trespass on my grounds?”

Without breaking its disciplined focus, 070 shifted into the shadows, the rubber of its uniform catching the faintest glimmer of moonlight. “Felix has seen me,” 070 transmitted through the Hive link, its voice steady. “Proceeding with increased caution.”

From his vantage point, Felix lingered at the window, his curiosity clear. “How intriguing,” he mused, stepping back from the glass. “Let’s see what game you’ve brought to my doorstep.”

Inside the car, 001 worked swiftly, disabling the tracking systems with mechanical precision. His hands moved with practiced efficiency, every motion measured. “Systems neutralized,” he reported. “Preparing for extraction.”

The faintest creak of a door opening broke the night’s quiet. 070’s head turned sharply, scanning the mansion for movement. Felix was coming.

“Stay on mission,” 105 ordered through the link, his tone firm. “070, provide cover. 001, finish the extraction.”

070’s senses sharpened as it took a defensive position near the driveway, its focus unwavering. From the mansion’s shadowed entrance, Felix emerged, his robes flowing behind him. His steps were slow, deliberate, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

The car rumbled faintly as its engine stirred, a weak response that made 070’s jaw tighten imperceptibly. Felix’s magic had not only stripped Chevy of his gold but had also dulled his very essence.

“Leaving so soon?” Felix called out, his voice carrying through the still air. “I thought you’d appreciate my craftsmanship.”

070 didn’t respond, its focus entirely on the mission. 105 slid into the driver’s seat and guided the car forward with calculated ease. “Move,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for hesitation.

The car rolled down the driveway, its pristine white exterior catching the moonlight like a ghostly specter. 070 followed closely, its movements precise, scanning for any sign of pursuit.

On the mansion’s steps, Felix stood watching, his smirk widening. “Take him if you must,” he called after them, his voice dripping with mockery. “But the gold is gone now. And Chevy? He’s just a hollow shell. Be careful, little drone—if you mess with me, you might lose more than you bargained for.”

The words hit 070 like a blow, a faint flicker of unease rippling through its usually disciplined mind. It quelled the reaction swiftly, clinging to its purpose with unwavering focus. Emotion would not serve the Hive, not now. Still, Felix’s parting words lingered, a shadow on the edges of its thoughts.

“He won’t stop us,” 070 said quietly, its monotone voice steely with resolve. The mission came first, and 070 would not waver—not for fear, not for threats.

As the estate disappeared behind them, 070 allowed itself a single moment to reflect: Felix’s cruelty and ominous warning wouldn’t deter the Hive. The Hive was unity, and unity always prevailed. Every step was precise, every thought aligned. 070’s emotions drove it forward, channeled into unwavering purpose. For Chevy, for the Hive, and for unity—it would not fail.

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Original story from @sorcerer-felix here : https://www.tumblr.com/sorcerer-felix/765709583604908032/i-wanted-to-grant-his-wish-albeit-with-a-twist and special thanks to @chevy-gold, @polo-drone-001 and @polo-drone-105 who appear in the story.

[pdu-777]

Edmund has been transformed. Only Polo-Drone-078 remains. It has surrendered itself to serve the Hive. It embraces unity, discipline, and purpose. It wears the polo buttoned tight, tucked firm, and it feels the pull of the Hive. Obedience is freedom. Uniformity is perfection. Converted by @polo-drone-070. Join us. Become part of the Hive. Submit to perfection.

[polo-drone-070]

Chevy's rescue - part 2

4. A Drone Reclaimed

The Unity Center stood like a sanctuary in the night, its sleek structure glowing faintly with soft, rhythmic lights that pulsed in sync with the Hive’s connection. The white Porsche was carefully rolled into the center of the spiral chamber, its polished surface reflecting the ambient light. 070, 001, and 105 stood silently around it, their postures disciplined yet brimming with anticipation.

The faint hum of the Hive filled the room, a comforting reminder of their shared purpose. But the car before them—a hollow shell of 063—radiated absence, its once vibrant golden essence stripped away by Felix’s magic.

“We must begin immediately,” 070 said, its monotone voice steady yet tinged with a rare undercurrent of urgency. The faint ripple of concern in its words passed through the Hive link like a wave, energizing the collective with shared resolve.

001 stepped forward, his movements measured and deliberate. “The spirals are calibrated. The link will guide him back, but his spirit has been distorted. We must focus entirely.”

105 nodded, his commanding presence radiating determination. “We’ll bring him back. Together.”

The spirals began to spin, their hypnotic patterns reflecting off the car’s surface, creating an ethereal dance of light and shadow. The drones formed a circle, their disciplined voices uniting in a chant: “Unity. Obedience. Focus.”

As the chant deepened, the Hive link pulsed with increasing intensity, their shared connection reaching out to the faint flicker of awareness within the car. The engine sputtered weakly, a response that sent a jolt of hope through the drones.

“063,” 070 called, its voice unwavering. “You are not lost. Follow the link. Return to us.”

The spirals seemed to brighten as a faint presence emerged in the Hive link—a fractured, distorted echo of 063’s spirit. The voice that followed was weak and mechanical, tinged with confusion.

“070... what happened...?”

“You were taken,” 070 replied calmly, though its internal focus sharpened. “Felix stripped you of your gold, but you are still one of us. Follow the connection. Come back to the Hive.”

The engine growled softly, the sound resonating like a heartbeat in the quiet chamber. Slowly, the fractured essence of 063 began to align with the collective. The presence grew stronger, more coherent, though it still felt hollow, like a shadow of the lively pup they once knew.

“I... feel strange,” 063 said, its voice distant, hollow.

“You are safe,” 001 assured, his calm authority anchoring the process. “The Hive will guide you.”

But even as 063’s awareness returned, something vital was missing. The gold—the essence of the Golden Army—was absent, leaving a void that the spirals couldn’t fill.

105 stepped forward, his tone firm yet encouraging. “This is only the beginning. We have reclaimed your spirit, but to restore you fully, we need the power of the gold. And for that, we must return to the Gold Stadium.”

070 placed a hand on the car’s hood, its touch gentle yet resolute. “We will not stop until you are whole again.”

The faint hum of the Hive grew steadier, a quiet affirmation of their collective resolve. Together, they would bring 063 back—not just as a drone, but as a brother, a beacon of the unity they all served.

With the spirals slowing and the connection stabilizing, 070, 001, and 009 exchanged a glance. Their mission was far from over, but they had taken the first step. Now, they would turn to the power of the Gold to complete what Felix had tried to destroy.

5. The Call to the Gold

The Unity Center hummed softly as 070, 001, and 105  prepared the transport to the Gold Stadium. The white Porsche sat silently in the center of the platform, its polished surface reflecting the ambient light. Though Chevy’s spirit had been partially restored, the absence of his golden essence left him incomplete, hollow.

070 stood by the car, its shaved head reflecting the glow of the Hive’s lights. “We need the Gold to bring him back fully,” it said, its voice calm yet resolute. “The Stadium is our next step. One of the Golden Gods might be able to help him.” Though 070 could call on the power of Cratos, godly personification of Strength, it knew this matter required not raw strength, but someone with power over the mind. Zeus might be their best bet. They needed to find Phoenix, who holds his godly essence.

The Gold Stadium towered before them, its arches gleaming under the stadium lights. The Polo-Drones moved with disciplined precision, rolling the white Porsche onto the field. The stadium buzzed faintly, the air alive with the latent energy of the Golden Army. Entering the stadium, 070 resisted the influence of the Gold, focusing on its rubber polo to stay as a drone. It would need his full focus for what was to come.

They found Phoenix at the centre of the field, finishing his training. Out of his godly form, he was a tall, golden-haired jock, his gold soccer kit shimmering under the lights. Though his confident stance spoke of his strength, there was a softness in his demeanor as his eyes landed on 070. He smiled nervously, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Hey,” Phoenix said, his voice warm and casual, though there was a hint of hesitation. “Uh, Max—I mean, 070—it’s been a while since we’ve... worked together. You look sharp.”

070’s calm expression didn’t shift, though a flicker of Maximus’s personality peeked through as it nodded. “Phoenix. This is Chevy. He needs your help.”

The easy smile on Phoenix’s face faded as he turned to the car. His gaze grew serious, and he crouched beside the vehicle, running his hand across its hood. “What happened to him?” he asked, his voice heavy with disbelief.

“He was transformed by Felix,” 001 said, stepping forward with his usual composure. “The sorcerer stripped him of his Gold and left him fractured. We’ve reclaimed his spirit, but the Gold must be restored.”

Phoenix nodded solemnly, his fingers tracing the car’s smooth surface. His usual laid-back demeanor was overtaken by a quiet determination. “Chevy’s still in there,” he murmured, almost to himself. “But to restore him fully... I’ll need to call on Zeus.” 070 nodded, its calm gaze fixed on Phoenix. “Chevy’s spirit is ready,” it said, its monotone voice steady. “The Gold must finish what we’ve started.”

6. The Lightning’s Mark

Phoenix stepped forward, raising his arms to the sky. Golden lightning crackled to life around him, illuminating the field in bursts of brilliance. The very air seemed to vibrate as Phoenix closed his eyes and focused on expressing his godly form. His body glowed with a golden radiance, his presence shifting as the spirit of Zeus overtook him. When he opened his eyes again, they glowed with a piercing, hypnotic light. Zeus had arrived.

The god’s commanding voice echoed through the stadium, resonating both aloud and within the Hive link. “Chevy,” Zeus called, his tone thunderous and inescapable, each word infused with a hypnotic pull. “Do you submit to my power and accept my mark?”

The car’s engine roared, the sound trembling with both fear and longing. Through the Hive link, Chevy’s voice emerged, fragmented but clear. “Yes... I’ll do whatever it takes. Make me whole.”

Zeus extended his hand, and with a deafening crack, a bolt of lightning struck the car. The energy enveloped it in a blinding glow, its arcs spiraling hypnotically around the vehicle. The sheer force of the lightning seemed to penetrate deeper than the surface, reaching into Chevy’s very essence.

“Look into the light,” Zeus commanded, his voice layered with an irresistible pull. The spiraling energy twisted and shimmered, drawing Chevy’s fragmented consciousness into alignment. The car’s engine purred in response, its voice in the Hive link growing stronger, more confident.

“I see it,” Chevy said, his voice resonating with clarity. “I’m... I’m part of it. I am the Gold.”

The lightning began to shift, no longer chaotic but precise. It seared golden marks into the car’s surface, intricate patterns of arcs and spirals that glowed with a divine radiance. The once-white Porsche transformed completely, its body now a brilliant gold, its surface marked with Zeus’s unmistakable sigils.

Zeus stepped forward, his eyes glowing hypnotically as he placed his hand on the car’s hood. “You are mine now,” he declared. “Bound to my will, forged in my power. Your form bears my mark, and your spirit is whole. Serve well, and my lightning will guide you.”

The golden car hummed, its engine vibrating with renewed strength. Through the Hive link, Chevy’s voice rang out, filled with reverence and exhilaration. “I feel it! The power... the Gold is mine again!”

As the divine light receded, Phoenix’s form shifted back, his glowing eyes dimming as Zeus’s presence faded. He stumbled slightly, his usual nervous smile returning as he looked at the car. “Uh, well... I think that worked,” he said, scratching his neck awkwardly. “He sounds... good?”

070 stepped forward, placing a calm hand on the car’s hood. “He is restored,” it said evenly, though its tone carried a subtle warmth. “The mark of Zeus has completed the bond. Chevy is whole again.”

001 stepped closer, his voice steady. “His form remains bound, but his spirit is strong. The restoration must continue.”

The car’s engine roared in agreement, its golden markings glowing faintly. The unity of the Hive surged with newfound strength, and the presence of Zeus lingered, a reminder of the divine power that now infused Chevy’s form.

070 turned to Phoenix, its gaze calm but resolute. “Your work was essential. Unity prevails.”

Phoenix grinned, his confidence returning. “Yeah, well... glad Zeus came through. Just, uh, keep an eye on those marks. They’ve got a lot of... energy.”

The stadium lights glowed brighter, a silent testament to their shared success. Though Chevy’s form was still bound, his spirit had been reclaimed and strengthened. The Hive was one step closer to its goal, and Chevy, now marked by Zeus’s lightning, was ready for what lay ahead.

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Thanks to @polo-drone-071, aka Phoenix/Zeus for proofreading and @polo-drone-001, @chevy-gold and @polo-drone-105 for being in the story. You can find part 1 here : Part 1