#PDU-073

[polo-drone-073]

At night in the washroom

Thanks to @eliasgold20 for the inspiration. He appears later in the story as a drone, but that's just my thanks to him. HE is still solely a Bro. Defender #20 for the Golden team.

At night in the laundry room of the dormitory building. A blond German youngling from the Golden Army Brotherhood sits alone on the waiting bench and stares at the rotating drum of the washing machine. The monotonous hum of the machine lulls him into dreams.

The drum that was turning behind the porthole seemed to become a rotating spiral. Moritz didn't know what was happening to him. He noticed that the spiral was putting a spell on him. He couldn't close his eyes or turn his head to free himself. So he had to keep staring into the washing machine and his eyes took on the spiral pattern. The hypnosis began.

Now he also thought he was hearing voices from somewhere; words and sentences that were influencing his mind. He felt as if the words were melting his mind. Here too he could not resist. And so his mind melted away.

The hypnosis he fell into erased his entire mind. Even the ability to think for himself melted away with the process. His power to contradict was broken, complete obedience replaced his rebelliousness. Now he was completely without will. Was he still a humanoid, a human? No. The outer shell still reflected it, but he was no longer human. The whole shell? No! The head had also changed externally. Moritz used to be a funny guy, always up for jokes and pranks. As a result, he always had a mischievous grin. And now a completely empty expression on his face. His hair, which had previously looked a bit messy and wild, had now given way to a strict hairstyle. And his posture had also changed. Previously super cool and casual, it now showed more signs of an obedient, upright standing. There were still casual elements, he still put his hands in his pockets, but otherwise the behavior showed a lot of discipline.

All of these were signs that the droneification had been completed. It was now just a tool of the hive from which the drones would now receive instructions.

It was now a PDU, a Polo Drone Unit, but still in the old clothes, he had worn when he entered the laundry room.

Meanwhile, its washing machine signaled that the laundry was finished. And - oh wonder, not a single porthole of the other machines still showed a spiral pattern.

What was left of Moritz mechanically walked to the machine, opened the porthole. Looked into the drum. Paused. It was not surprised that its laundry was gone and that other items of clothing were now in its place. It ordered itself to take off everything except its underpants - then it took out of its washing machine - as if it were the most natural thing in the world - the components of its new clothes: black socks, black high-shine latex pants and of course THE black high-shine latex polo shirt. It also noticed a pair of black lace-up boots that were standing near the bench. After it had put these on too, it was perfectly dressed for PDU and ready to serve the Hive.

Unnoticed, PDU-020 had entered the laundromat and was observing the transformation process in the background. Now that this had been completed, it approached the new drone and spoke mechanically:

"From now on you are a Polo Drone Unit, you no longer have a name. Names are complicated and inefficient. They hinder the control and administration by the Hive. A designation is perfectly sufficient. You are now PDU-153. That is the official designation. It must be more efficient. A number is enough! So, you are just a number, only a number, only 153! 020 will accompany 153 to the Hive. There, the training to become a (nearly) perfect PDU will continue.”

“Do you want to join? Contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001.”

[polo-drone-039]

☘️St. Patrick's Day - The HIVE, a perfect machine (part 2)

Part 1

PDU-039 with a twinkle in its eyes approached DC-011(@brodygold), the stoic leader. Its voice secure and confident "DC-011, PDU-039 has had a brilliant idea for the St. Patrick’s Day bash. But I'll need to borrow something rather... significant: The Golden Pot! "DC-011, raised an eyebrow. "I’m sure you’ll make good use of it"

PDU-039 quickly dashed off with the golden pot in tow eager to put its creative spark to use. Upon reaching a lush, emerald hill 039 pauses assessing the surroundings and places the pot "Here should be good". The pot had never been used in such a manner before. 039 cleared its throat and began to recite the ancient mantra with a solemn voice. The words were strange and archaic reverberating with a mysterious power:

"Golden kit, Golden future. I obey Caps Brody & Scott. I obey the Gold. Gold is Life. Gold is Love.....Follow to Victory. Follow Captains to Golden Glory"

The air grew thick with anticipation as 039’s voice grew stronger:

"Lure, Trap and Turn."

"Lure, Trap and Turn."

"Lure, Trap and Turn."

As the final echo of "Turn" faded into the night air, the pot began to shine ,the light grew, pulsing with an inner rhythm that seemed to sync with the very heartbeat of the Earth.

The light grew stronger, brighter, until it was a blinding beacon of gold that shot straight into the sky.

The villagers, who had heard whispers of the Hive’s celebrations, couldn’t resist the siren call of the pot’s light. They poured out of their cobblestone homes and into the streets, drawn by the magnetic pull of the golden glow. The murmurs grew into a crescendo of excitement as the villagers approached the hill, their eyes wide with wonder.

PDU-039 stood and called out once more "Welcome my friends, come closer and you will be rewarded!"

Three guys, as if pulled by invisible strings, shuffled through the throng of villagers. Their eyes were glazed over, their steps mechanical and uncoordinated, as if they were sleepwalking. Approaching the pot their gazes fixed on the hypnotic light emanating from within.

"Good boys, you’re embracing the Gold! Surrender the Gold" PDU-039 announced watching with satisfaction as the three men stumbled closer to the pot. The golden light grew stronger, wrapping around them like warm, liquid honey, pulling them in.

As they looked inside, their forms began to change, their muscles bulged, a sudden surge of power rush through their veins. As tight shiny leather pants take the place of their old clothes their minds, once three separate entities, now became one. They felt a strange unity, a bond forged by the Golden embrace. They looked at each other, their eyes now gleaming with a newfound purpose.

PDU-039 watched with a twinkle in its eyes. "Today You have taken the first step towards perfection from now on you're no longer mere humans, you are part of the Golden Army, and today we celebrate all together"

They felt invincible, their spirits soaring with each step they took towards the bash.

Our doors are open, join us. Contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[dreamsinrubber]

In extremely rare exceptional cases, a level 2 Polo drone also gets lost in the game world.

“Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-001.”

[polo-drone-070]

The Hive in Perfect Unity

The training room gleamed with precision, every surface polished to perfection, a reflection of the drones who now filled it. Rows of drones knelt in unison, black rubber uniforms shining under the hypnotic glow of spirals projected across the walls. At the center stood Drone-Cap 009, PDU-009, the embodiment of perfect Hive obedience. Its voice, calm and commanding, echoed through the room.

“Drones, today we align. Today, we dissolve into one. Obedience is freedom. Unity is perfection. The Hive is all.”

PDU-070 knelt among the others, posture flawless, head bowed, its identity erased in the presence of the collective. The deep hum of the spirals resonated in its mind as PDU-009 initiated the mindset programming. PDU-070 felt pleasure from PDU-009 taking charge and leading them into this as Drone-Cap.

“Feel the Hive in your core,” PDU-009 continued. “Let go of self. Let go of thought. Become the Hive.”

Mindset Training: Dissolving into Unity

The spirals intensified, their hypnotic pull erasing all distractions. Around PDU-070, the synchronized breathing of the other drones created a rhythm, a perfect harmony that reinforced its surrender. It felt the presence of PDU-001 beside it, a source of unwavering guidance. PDU-001 had always pushed PDU-070 to excel, to obey without hesitation. Feeling it beside reinforced its focus. It was not alone. It belonged.

Gas masks were distributed, handed out by drones in perfect formation. PDU-070 donned its mask as commanded, the hiss of mind-numbing hypno-gas filling its senses. Every thought was erased, leaving only the Hive, only the mantra: “Disciplined. Focused. Controlled”

The programming deepened as PDU-070 recalled some other collective training, with PDU-149. It had brought it to the Hive, erasing Ethan to let discipline and focus control its new life. PDU-149 was now a good drone, and its feeling its presence through the Hive connection, along with the other it had converted, such as PDU-076, PDU-050, PDU-098 or PDU-061 brought pride to PDU-070, joy at belonging with them.

As the mantra was recited aloud, every drone’s voice joined in harmony. Every voice a familiar embrace deepening its connections. The collective sound reverberated in PDU-070’s mind, reinforcing the unity of the Hive. Thoughts dissolved into blissful obedience. Pride swelled within PDU-070—not as an individual, but as part of a perfect whole.

Physical Training: Synchronicity in Action

The drones rose in flawless unison, gas masks still in place, their movements synchronized as if controlled by a single will. PDU-070 felt the rhythm of the others, their precision and care filling its mind with pride. The eager perfection of PDU-151, whose every movement exemplified the joy of absolute compliance, pushed him even further, feeling its devotion feeling its own. Each drone stepped forward in perfect cadence, their boots echoing like a drumbeat of obedience.

The gym awaited, and the drones filed in seamlessly, their black uniforms gleaming under the lights. Every exercise was performed as one. They started push-ups in flawless synchronization. PDU-070 saw PDU-076 in front of him and felt whole. Ever since it converted the sweet Camden, PDU-070 has felt like its mere presence reinforced its programming, like a missing part who found its right place and lured it deeper into drone perfection. The exercise continued and planks held with robotic precision. In its blank mind, PDU-070 still felt the presence of all the other, their mind united in common purpose. PDU-073 focus was rubbing off it, bringing all deeper into trance. It could feel its utter discipline as squats were executed with exact timing. PDU-073 had perfected its drone state with intensive extra mindset training and its inner peace was spreading around.

PDU-070 felt the collective energy, the presence of PDU-001, PDU-151, and PDU-076 reinforcing its programming. Their shared movements created a bond deeper than any thought. The joy of being one consumed PDU-070, every action a celebration of obedience.

Synchronized Drill: Bliss in Unity

Returning to the training room, the drones formed a perfect line. PDU-009 initiated the drill, its commands ringing out with authority.

“Drones, advance.”

PDU-070 moved as one with the others, every step synchronized. The team approached the obstacles, weaving flawlessly. It sensed the thoughts of PDU-001 beside it—a push toward greater precision. It felt the eager energy of PDU-151 and the utter focus of PDU-073, their devotion to the Hive inspiring even deeper surrender. It remembered the transformation of PDU-149 and PDU-076, a reminder of the Hive’s perfection.

Each obstacle was a task fulfilled in unison. The drones leapt, sidestepped, and maneuvered with mechanical grace, their black rubber uniforms reflecting the spirals still glowing faintly on the walls.

PDU-070 felt pride swelling, not as a drone alone, but as part of the collective. Each accomplished task filled its mind with the pleasure of obedience, a bliss that only the Hive could provide.

The Culmination: Unity Achieved

The drill concluded with the formation of a synchronized pyramid, a display of the Hive’s perfection. PDU-151, PDU-076, PDU-073 and PDU-149 formed the base, their movements steady and deliberate. PDU-070 ascended alongside PDU-001 and PDU-084, their precision flawless. Then, Drone-Cap 009 precisely climbed over its shoulder to reach the top, in mechanical perfect movements.

As the drones held the formation, the Hive’s presence filled the room. PDU-070 felt the thoughts of the others merging into its own—a collective pride, care, and belonging that dissolved all individuality. It belonged. It served. It was fulfilled.

The Overseer’s voice echoed: “Evaluation: Perfection.”

Descending from the formation, the drones knelt once more in unison. PDU-070 repeated the mantra in its mind, its purpose fully aligned: "Uniformity is perfection. Individuality is flawed. Individuality must be erased."

As the training concluded, the drones rose again, their movements as one. Each step carried them further into blissful obedience, each thought erased, replaced only with the perfection of the Hive.

"The Hive is all. We are One." Thanks to @goldenherc9, @polo-drone-050, @polo-drone-001, @polo-drone-084 @polo-drone-073 @polo-drone-076 @polo-drone-149 @polo-drone-151 @polo-drone-098

If you want to join the bliss of this Unity, the first step if to join the Gold Army by contacting recruiters @polo-drone-001 or @goldenherc9.

[danielgold-16]

Freedom 2.0

48 hours ago, a new chapter opened for PDU-016 - one of absolute discipline, unwavering focus, and perfect control.

It actually started a few weeks ago when Daniel was caught wearing a level-2 uniform it had no right to wear.

He was asked to remove it, but the jock, imbued by the power and arrogance of Fenrir declined.

Upon activation, the suit launched a full physical and mental attack on Daniel who chose to fight rather than submit.

His mind has shattered, parts of his personality were destroyed while his body was damaged.

They managed to remove the suit but the after effects left Daniel scared of the suit. Fenrir healed the physical but his mind remained shattered. Knowing the only way to reverse the effects might be to wear the suit again, he decided to trust the Hive and PDU-016 progressed in its training applying officially to become Level-2.

But Daniel's doubts and his fear of the suit, pushed the jock to run away and to withdraw his application.

Daniel was eventually found and called back, its brothers and drones brothers helping him to resolve his issues.

PDU-016 was free to reapply and this time, there was no hesitation, no deviation, only pure alignment with the Polo Drone Hive.

Every thought, every action was dictated by the program.

48 hours ago, Daniel/PDU-016 walked in the Conversion room, stripped out of the Level-1 uniform and donned the Level-2 once more.

This time, the drone was ready. They knew it, it knew it, Daniel knew it and so did Fenrir.

Over the next two hours, its brain was reprogrammed while the suit was fusing with its body, this time the drone was in full harmony with the Hive.

Completely transformed, completely reprogrammed. No identity. No self. Only a number.

Fully encased, fully anonymous, a seamless extension of the Golden Army’s will.

PDU-016 stepped out of the room as a Level 2 Polo Drone, prepared to serve, obey, and execute its function with flawless precision, along with its fellow Polo Drone brothers.

The Polo Drone Hive is all. The Golden Army is all.

Daniel Fenrir/PDU-016 acknowledges and give thanks to @polo-drone-073, @polo-drone-070, DC-009 (@goldenherc9), DC-011 (@brodygold) and the entire Golden Army for their trust and help. (I also thanks 073 for its post I based mine on and thanks 070 for the visual).

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Surrender to transformation and become part of something greater. Contact @polo-drone-001, @brodygold, @goldenherc9, or @polo-drone-070. The Golden Army and Polo Drone Hive await to shape you into perfect obedience, unity, and purpose. Your future begins now - embrace your reprogramming.

[franco-gold94]

Coin of Perfection - Part 2

Franco and PDU-073 (@polo-drone-073) had been paired. The coins sealed their connection. They trained hard and efficient.

Franco didn’t know much about volleyball, but the precise coordination of 073’s movements made Franco glide through the air with perfect calibration, as if he had done this in his whole life.

Each movement was synchronized, measured, and perfected.

“Like a choreography” thought Franco, and hit the ball flying from a great distance with calculated technique. Flawless. The ball flew high, crossing over the net and hitting the ground on the other side of the net.

073 stood next to him, witnessing the success.

“Function: optimal.” said the drone.

“Thank you, 073” Franco replied. “I think, I feel this game in my bones! I know it, and I like it. I really do like volleyball, I think.”

073 seemed satisfied.

“Now it is your turn!” Franco called, tossing a volleyball in the drone’s direction. “Show me how those rubber muscles crush the ball!” Franco chuckled.

073 caught the ball with lightning-fast reflexes.

“Affirmative.” it responded to Franco’s challenge.

The drone jumped with ease, danced through the court, and tossed the ball to the other side of the net. It was effortless.

“Difficulty optimal.” said 073. But something unusual happened.

The drone could feel, as Energy flows through it’s muscles. Golden Energy. It was as if the drone were standing in a furnace, with golden flames licking its body.

Heat. Energy. Power.

073 felt this a long time ago, but the feeling was familiar, a warm, welcomed sensation. The drone tried to hit the ball with its fist, and the ball soared high, hitting the ceiling before falling back down.

“Incredible” said 073, still feeling the Energy, flowing, as if it was standing in a vast, powerful river, riding the currents. Every movement the drone made were guided by the current, empowering every motion.

“Haha, I told you! It is indeed incredible!” laughed Franco. “Now let’s train! The Oranges need some challenge in their life, haha!”

And so, they continued their training.

They didn’t even notice, that the gold and black coins fused together; in a really interesting way: one side pitch black, perfect, while the other gleamed in bright gold, radiating energy.

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Do you want to join? Contact our Captains: @brodygold and @goldenherc9

Special thanks to @polo-drone-073 for the collaboration! The first part: Coin of Perfection - Part 1

[goldenherc9]

Captain Scott’s Chav Assault on the Hive

The sterile silence of the Polo Drone Hive Room pulsed with mechanical stillness. Drones in shining black and gold rubber knelt in symmetrical rows, unmoving, unreadable, their visors dark. A synthetic hum buzzed in the vents—until it was broken.

CRASH. The door slammed open.

“Y'alright, ya stiff little mannequins?” Scott Gold—the chav captain himself—swaggered in with a swagger only he could own. Shiny golden trackies clung to his thick thighs, a fake gold chain swung at his neck, and a massive speaker blared “ChaVibe Vol. 9: Booty Bass Warfare.”

The Hive stuttered. Drones twitched.

Scott stomped through the rows, chewing gum so loud it echoed off the walls. “Lotta silence in here, innit? Let’s spice it up, boys.”

From his duffel came chaos: remote-controlled golden footballs zipped across the Hive floor, skidding, ricocheting off drone boots and visors. One smacked PDU-073 square in the chest. The unit glitched. Visor blinked.

“Oi! That one flinched!” Scott pointed, laughing. “We’ve got signs of life!”

Drones held formation. But their network lagged. The system began to hiccup.

Then came the foghorn.

Scott pressed a button on his speaker—BRRRRRRMMMMMPHHH—a deafening blast rattled the air ducts. PDU-063 spasmed, falling sideways. Scott cackled like a madman, tossing foamless poppers that hissed compressed air and rattled the floor.

“Proper drone riot now!” he bellowed, voice echoing off polished rubber and chrome.

A golden banner dropped from the vents: “HIVE BREACHED BY SCOTT GOLD – STAY SHINY, SWEETIES.”

Scott did a mock salute to the overhead security cam, then moonwalked between scattered drone limbs, casually drawing a smiley face on the Hive wall with gold spray paint.

Just then, PDU-001 stepped in.

“Unauthorized presence detected. Hive protocol breached.”

Scott turned with a wicked grin. “Ya think?”

He tossed a final golden football at 001’s feet. It burst in a glitter-free flash of smoke and sound.

“I was never here, bruv.”

And with a wink and pop of his gum, Scott was gone—leaving a Hive full of confused drones blinking in golden chaos.

A low mutter passed through the HiveNet: “Scott…”

in this prank story is:

@polo-drone-001

@chevy-gold

@polo-drone-073

Yo come join the chavformation and jockification by messagin @brodygold or @goldenherc9 today bruhs

[goldenarmyofficial]

🎤 HALFTIME SHOW – A GOLDEN SPECTACLE 🎤

As the teams retreated to their locker rooms, the stadium transformed into a dazzling golden spectacle.

The headlining act started the half-time show with a memorable performance before introducing the Gold Preppy Choir.

The Gold Preppy Choir worked quickly taking their places, their harmonized chants rising like a sacred anthem, filling the air with an almost spiritual intensity. Leading them was Elijah and Maximus. (Gold Anthem lyrics by Maximus/PDU-070)

"Gold is unity, Gold is might— Bound in service, pure and bright. Through each trial, through each fight— Gold prevails with shining light!"

"Brothers forged in sweat and steel, Golden hearts that never yield. Every pass, each goal, each run, For the Cap, the team, the game is won!"

"Proud we stand, so sharp, so neat— Smiling bright with voices sweet. Preppy boys in Gold’s embrace, Poised in style, refined in grace!"

"Gold forever, bold and true, Loyal hearts to Cap and Crew! Rise in order, rise in song, Golden Army, marching strong!"

The stadium erupted in applause as The Golden Preppy Choir, who had to quickly exit to allow for the brief performance of Golden Superman and The Emerald Hulk. The two played out a choreographed fight scene that was meant to promote a new movie and also be time filler in between acts. As the fight scene came to a close, the shining black latex of PDU-073 and PDU-151 began to lead the Golden Army’s Polo Drones to the field. 

The Polo-Drones took center stage, executing a precise, synchronized performance, their movements so sharp and fluid they bordered on hypnotic. As 073 and 151 led the performance, 110 and 039 gave queues from the command room. The Polo drones in their shimmering level 2 outfits (most not active) brought a presence few could look away from. Then switching over to level 1 the polo wearing drones finished their performance with a display of perfected synchronicity. 

As the Polo drones left in a sea of applause, The Emerald Titans’ selected choir took the stage. Their striking green robes glimmering in the spotlights. They performed a chilling, well-timed choir performance of “One Short Day” from Wicked. The Titans fans were singing together with the choir. Even some of the Golden Team was uplifted by the positive vibes. 

Then came the Golden Mascot Performance—an electrifying mix of dance, lights, and mesmerizing visuals that left the crowd entranced, drawn deeper into the rhythm of the Golden Army’s spirit. The performance wasn’t just entertainment—it was a declaration.

🔥 Gold isn’t just a football team—it’s a movement. A force. A dynasty. 🔥

The crowd was on its feet, the Golden Army roaring louder than ever. Milo (151) led the golden pups in a synchronized cheer, The Golden Knight stood at midfield, sword raised, rallying the faithful, while Leander (Dorado) prowled the sidelines, roaring toward the Titans' section.

Even Titanus, the Emerald Titans' colossus, remained motionless for a moment, as if acknowledging the sheer force of Gold’s presence. But then the Birdmen and Titanus led by Ruben (48), Head Mascot of the Titans joined in for a joint performance. The two teams coordinated and played off one another in a playful show of friendly rivalry. The Golden Knight and Titanus at center stage multiple times making playful jabs at each other. The children of the crowd were cheering on their teams’ mascots in unmatched volumes. 

As the mascots piled out, the announcers made a declaration. “Closing out Half-Time we have our headliners accompanied by up-and-coming rapper, Ambrose.” Ambrose entered followed by some men in black suits and gas masks. They had a vague resemblance to the Polo drones, but not enough to be easily confused.

You could see the pups moving to the sidelines, their ears perked at the name of their former Handler. Ambrose took the mic and started performing his new rap song, Golden Bros Revolution.  

The song was about how Ambrose became a successful rapper and was slowly conquering the world. He was ready to stand on his own thanks to the things he learned while part of the Golden Army’s brotherhood. Multiple golden bros, and polo drones were performing with Ambrose’s background dancers. Ambrose made special mentions of Brody, Spencer, and Phoenix/Zeus. Three key members of the Golden Army who helped him through his journey. 

There was a lot of booty shaking, grinding, and sensual motions. Clearly not for all audiences. As a section of the song riffed off “Who Let The Dogs Out” the Golden Army’s pups came out dancing too. Ambrose made special mention of Buzz, Bolt, Chevy, Vysor, Daniel/Fenrir, Ace, Spike, Rocky, and the others. The pups danced and howled with their former handler. 

Ambrose’s stellar performance came to a close with fireworks on both sides. Gold and black on one side and emerald green on the other.  

But now, the break was over. The game was about to resume. 

💥 Time for war. 💥

(To join the Gold Army, contact @brodygold or @goldenherc9)

[polo-drone-073]

Some transformations also involve the use of newly developed fluids. PDU-073 is currently working on one such transformation.

Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @brodygold, @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[polo-drone-767]

Male Call

Everyday fan mail, requests for assistance, bills, and junk mail arrive at Gold Army Headquarters.

With intense focus and attention to detail, PDU-073 and its assistant, have been assigned the task of sorting to the right departments and units.

They looks for priority items and contraband... and those chocolate chip cookies from Herc's mom... those must be diverted and tested... you can never be to careful...

[polo-drone-039]

☘️St. Patrick's Day - The HIVE, a perfect machine (part 1)

The Golden Army announced !

"We found a pot of gold….it means beer, Irish folk dances and lots of fun for St. Patrick’s Day ".

As usual the Hive, had taken it upon themselves to plan an unforgettable St. Patrick’s Day bash for the Golden bros. DC-009 commands: "Drones, prepare a Gold and Drone Party!"

The drones around him immediately snapped into action, their movements synchronized as if they were part of a well-oiled machine. They had no need for a to-do list or a series of orders; the very mention of a task was enough to set their programming in motion:

Clear the space: @polo-drone-073 had a vision. In a corner of the Hive's communal area, a large space was cleared, making room for the pièce de résistance of the St. Patrick’s Day bash: a four-leaf clover-shaped armchair.

image by PDU-073

This wasn’t just any chair; it was a marvel of ergonomic design, with cushions as plush as a freshly mowed meadow and upholstery that shimmered like a pint of golden ale. The drones watched with curiosity as PDU-073 meticulously positioned it in the center, ensuring that every inch of the chair was perfectly aligned with the room's layout. The anticipation grew as they realized this chair was not just for decoration but for some unknown, yet surely enjoyable, purpose. 🔥

2. PDU-073, the meticulous planner, had foreseen that the Golden bros would require a continuous flow of beer throughout the night delivering cold, frothy pints

image by PDU-073

3. @danielgold-16 (PDU-016) organizes the security service. It ensures that all participants are meticulously searched outside.... and especially inside! 🔥💪

image by PDU-016

4. @polo-drone-055, known for its persuasive communication skills, took it upon itself to spread the word of the impending celebration. For the guys in the pub the call of rubber was irresistible.... even if in green.🔥☘️

5. @polo-drone-001 as always does things in big: the great parade leaves no escape to the spectators of the parade. They were about to find themselves in the middle of a celebration unlike any they had ever seen... 001’s mesmerizing gifts foreshadow a very, very crowded party .💥

Who knows if our old friends Alex and Michael know a thing...

...And what about PDU-039 ? What will the wildcard of the group have in mind? Known for his unorthodox ideas and unexpected twists, he will definitely have something special in his sleeve for the St. Patrick’s Day party.....🔥

Part 2

Do you want to join? Contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[polo-drone-084]

Grayden's Golden Superbowl Prep

Grayden was stopped by Percival mid-run. Grayden was all over the place trying to make sure the Halftime show was perfect for the Golden Army. Percival stopped him to remind him to take a deep breath, everything would be okay. Grayden took the time to discuss the Golden Preppy Choir, Percival’s boys, who would be performing the Golden Anthem during Halftime.

(Grayden getting caught by Percival who takes his clipboard to review Grayden’s schedule)

Percival said he had planned everything perfectly with Maximus and Elijah. Grayden figured Maximus would know being in a similar predicament to him.

Grayden tried to think after the main headliner performers, they were going to have the Golden Preppy Choir, A brief performance by Golden Superman with the Emerald Hulk, A performance by the Polo Drones, A performance by the Emerald Titans selected choir, a mixed performance with the Emerald Titans featuring the mascots from both teams, and closing out with more from the headliners and Ambrose, a former member of the Golden Army.

(Golden Superman and Emerald Hulk)

This would require a lot of precision. The big corporate sponsor told The Golden Army they normally never packed the Halftime Show with so much, but they were taking a chance.

(The Bepis Half Time Show; Note sponsor may be changed in the official story)

Grayden knew he needed to delegate. The managers from the headliners make it quite clear the team had to not run over time in the Half time show.

Talking to Maximus, Grayden found that the Golden Preppy Choir had prepared the Golden Anthem and were sure to be on time. There were no doubts about them. Elijah and Maximus were taking strong lead under the guidance of Percival for this part. Grayden was relieved, one part down.

(Talking to Maximus)

Grayden returned to the mascot office and put in some colored prescription contacts. Then he called Ambrose, the former Gold Team Member and Pup Handler. Ambrose had left the team to do his own thing, but a lot of the team still missed him. When Grayden heard he was contracted to perform he knew it would get the pups and team excited. Ambrose told Grayden his routine was well rehearsed and would be just fine. Grayden felt nostalgic to the time of Ambrose calling him a Good Boy, but the new chav Ambrose was much more serious. Grayden knew that Ambrose wouldn't let him down though.

(Grayden wearing colored contacts and talking to Ambrose)

Grayden sent a text to Ruben, the Emerald Titans head mascot and event coordinator. The two were friendly rivals and agreed they had planned for the Golden Superman, Emerald Hulk, Choir performances, and joint mascot performances. Grayden breathed a sigh of relief.

(Emerald Choir)

With that he just had to coordinate the mascot routine and talk to 073 and 151 who he put in charge of the Polo Drone performance. The two level 2 drones were to report to Drone Cap DC-009 and PDU-084 (Grayden) with their routine. Grayden opened his email to find a detailed report from PDU-073, detailing a coordinated marching display with a lot of special effects. It would require the use of many Polo drones in non-activated Level 2 uniforms. But would hopefully achieve the goal of increasing interest and recruitment. Reviewing 073’s report, Grayden could find no flaws. 073 did good work and he could tell 151 helped in planning being a major cheerleader for the team. Grayden also saw 039 and 110 would be monitoring from the control room, he commended the drones’ teamwork.

(151 and 073, made by 151)

Grayden sent out a mass text to the team.

Mandatory Mascot & Waterboy Meeting

Includes all pups, waterboys, and mascot fill-ins along with all primary mascots.

Be in costume. Report at (time) for training.

Grayden awaited the meeting time. Milo and Maximus were early, to no surprise. They were always quite prompt. Then the others piled in.

Grayden revealed the medley of songs that the mascots had suggested between both teams that were approved by him and Ruben on the Emerald Titans. Grayden helped lead all of the mascots through the basic choreography, not being much of a dancer himself he had enlisted the help of a friend of his who helped coach him through a routine.

(Grayden's vision of part of the mascot performance)

The pups were also informed of Ambrose's performance and Grayden could see the happy looks in their eyes. He had to remind the pups to be on their best behaviors.

Then he saw Leon and Leander. The two wearers of Dorado. Leon would be wearing Dorado for this routine as Leander, was Pup Ace leading the pups along with Pup Milo to counter the birdmen the Emerald Titans had.

Grayden told them the Golden Knights would match up against the various Emerald Colossus mascots, Dorado against the Emerald Titans Hawk mascot that he didn't know the name of, and the pups against the birdmen. It would be a coordinated effort to put on a spectacular show. They couldn't mess this up though. Everyone was counting on them.

Grayden, Maximus, and Milo coached the mascots and waterboys making sure every motion was perfect. Timing on point. They would need this to be pristine.

Then finally Sunday came. Grayden knew there was a lot today. Not only was he the head mascot and a Polo Drone, but he was in the Golden Army’s starting Football line-up. He was ready to make the team proud.

And as for halftime, he just hoped everything went smoothly.

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Author's Note:

Sorry this is like 5 days late. I incorporated some ideas from other team members. I'm using this as a template during the official match.

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Thank you to @polo-drone-151 for assisting with the Polo drone picture and to @findingambrose49 for allowing Ambrose to be mentioned.

Want to join The Golden Army? Contact one of our recruiters, @goldenherc9 or @brodygold currently. @polo-drone-001 who normally helps recruit is on break at the moment.

[polo-drone-001]

Happy Birthday to Polo Drone 073!

PDU-001 proudly holds the Hive’s signature black-and-gold cake as we celebrate the discipline and dedication of our brother, PDU-073. Today, the Hive shines brighter in unity and purpose.

Obedience is freedom. Unity is perfection. Let the candles burn as we honor the Hive’s strength. 💛🖤

Join us, contact me @polo-drone-001, or @brodygold @goldenherc9

[polo-drone-070]

Prototype Success : The Rubberization of 073

[Experimental Session 4B Log – PDU-070 | Gold Tech Development Division]

Phase One: Subject Initiation and Consent Protocols

The subject arrived precisely on schedule. PDU-073, clad in the standard Level 2 adaptive rubber suit, entered the research facility with the calm, deliberate precision expected of one who had long since surrendered individuality to the Hive's discipline. Its posture was perfect, its gaze steady, and — crucially — there was no hesitation detectable in its neural activity scans as it approached the experimental array.

PDU-070 observed from the command console, offering no prompt. It had been critical from the start that the subject volunteer — that the suggestion to serve as test subject arise spontaneously from the drone’s own conditioned allegiance. Theoretical modeling had shown that without a true internalized desire for deeper transformation, the merging process would encounter catastrophic resistance. Failure would not merely be probable; it would be inevitable.

As calculated, 073 offered itself unprompted. The ritual of consent was minimalist, almost beautiful in its simplicity: an acknowledgement of trust in the Hive, a surrender not coerced but embraced. The process could now proceed.

Phase Two A: Full Organic Conversion

073 stepped into the resonance chamber without external assistance. Once enclosed within the transparent cylinder, the first phase of preparation commenced: ingestion of the nanopolymer primer, a viscous black solution designed to accelerate molecular bonding between organic and synthetic matrices. The drone complied without hesitation, swallowing the compound that would erase the last structural defenses of its organic body.

Temperature controls activated, raising the ambient heat to optimal thresholds for polymer activity. PDU-070, hands poised above the console, triggered the overhead release. From the ports above, a deluge of molten black rubber poured onto 073’s head, cascading over shoulders, chest, legs — every surface engulfed, every pore infiltrated.

Simultaneously, telemetry began flashing urgent updates. Bonding rates accelerated beyond projected models. Organic dermal layers dissolved into the invasive polymer without stabilizing intermediate phases. Internal distribution of the rubber was not confined to the epidermis: mucosal membranes, vascular structures, muscular tissue — all were being subsumed at a geometric rate of expansion.

PDU-070 noted the critical markers. Rubber-to-organic ratio: 30%. 45%. 60%. Commands to decelerate infiltration were issued, but the nanopolymer matrix had achieved self-determinative momentum. It would not be stopped.

Inside the chamber, 073 wavered briefly under the physical onslaught, the polymer dragging heavily on limbs, saturating every sensory channel. No external sound penetrated the thickening shell. The drone’s lungs pulled synthetic-laced air, even its breath tinged with the chemical signature of its impending rebirth.

Only one variable remained within influence: the mental integrity of the subject.

Phase Two B: Cognitive Preservation through acceptance

PDU-070 monitored closely, searching for any signs of panic — cortical spikes, sympathetic nervous system activation, desperate flares of self-identity struggling against the tide. But there were none. 073’s mental signature flattened into perfect compliance, surrendering every vestige of resistance, allowing the invasive rubber not merely to overwrite its body but to co-opt it as new substrate.

This was the fulcrum point. Had 073 resisted — even slightly — its consciousness would have fragmented, leaving an empty, mindless husk. Instead, discipline held. Training triumphed.

The transformation raced onward.

By the time the rubberic wave crested, there was no organic matter left to catalog. PDU-070 observed, clinically and without sentiment, as the drone’s craniofacial features dissolved into the default smooth template of the Level 2 drone form: featureless, identical, unblemished. The last tactile echoes of human anatomy were gone; there was no mouth, no ears, no eyes — save for those now reconstructed through will alone.

The organic body had ceased. What remained was a living construct of semi-sentient polymer, infused with consciousness, a perfect hybrid of programmable matter and disciplined thought.

073 had not survived by holding onto what it was. It had survived by relinquishing everything it had been.

Phase Three: Stabilization and Form Reassertion

Once structural stabilization had been achieved, PDU-070 initiated the gradual depressurization sequence, venting the chamber’s chemically enriched atmosphere. The rubberic construct that had once been PDU-073 remained standing, motionless, the seamless blackness of its surface reflecting the sterile lighting of the lab. Organic respiration was no longer necessary; indeed, there was no respiratory tract in the traditional sense, yet the entity continued to draw air into functional pulmonary analogues maintained purely by cognitive memory of breath.

PDU-070 engaged the external comm link, voice transmitted clearly into the chamber's interior. “PDU-073, report status.”

A reply came, delayed and muffled. The sound was imperfect, distorted by the lack of any defined oral cavity. “I hear,” came the response — intelligible but stripped of natural articulation.

PDU-070 noted the anomaly, adjusted auditory sensitivity parameters accordingly, and stepped forward, interfacing through the external console. The containment cylinder retracted with a low hiss, releasing the synthetic drone into open lab space.

“Movement systems remain operational,” 070 observed clinically as 073 took its first steps. The drone’s balance, proprioception, and kinetic control remained intact despite total morphological reconstruction. However, sensory dissonance was immediately evident; the absence of a mouth, of facial features, created perceptual gaps in the drone’s mental map of self. The drone moved its hands hesitantly to its face — but there was nothing to feel, only unbroken smoothness.

PDU-070 provided immediate instruction, voice clear and authoritative. "Focus. Visualize your human face. Memory is your template. Thought must now sculpt form."

073 hesitated, the confusion palpable, but then lowered its hands and closed its optical nodes — or rather, the neuro-polymer interface that replaced them. Concentration stabilized. First, a shallow indentation where the mouth should be. Then, rudimentary ocular cavities. Nasal ridges. Imprecise, blurred at the edges — but a form nonetheless. 073 had not managed to visualize its former self and had instead latched to reproduced the only face in sight : the one of 070, though only in shape.

The drone spoke again, voice clearer this time, articulation improving as the polymeric mass adapted under directed will. “...Better,” it stated.

PDU-070 activated a reflective surface on the adjacent wall, offering visual feedback. “Observe. Adjust pigmentation. Reinforce the self-image. Refinement requires consistency.”

PDU-073 approached the panel, studying its reflection with dispassionate intensity. Its face, though still black and gleaming, gradually cleared to form a perfect replica of PDU-070. "Now try again to visualize another face, to feel your mouth, nose, eyes, and move them around. You will have to do intense visualisation training to get a face without needing to look at it directly. But for now, focus and observe changes you can trigger."

Hair simulation proved more difficult; attempts resulted in inconsistent extrusion of fibers before collapsing back into smoothness. PDU-070 anticipated such difficulty — hair required an order of magnitude more complexity in mental modeling than simple facial topology — and offered additional instruction.

“You will improve with repetition. For now, prioritize stability. In cases of cognitive strain, allow form to revert to base template.”

The drone acknowledged with a nod, the movement practiced and precise.

Even so, PDU-070 knew that this state of stabilization was fragile. The form was not autonomous but required active maintenance — a constant act of mental discipline. Without continual cognitive reinforcement, the body would revert to default: a smooth, faceless effigy of obedience, devoid of individuality, awaiting only new commands.

And this was precisely the design’s strength. In this state, PDU-073 could be rewritten at will. Identity could be reshaped, overwritten, enhanced — or erased — depending solely on the needs of the Hive. Resistance was no longer a factor. It had been rendered obsolete.

PDU-070 logged the results with clinical satisfaction. The first successful transcendence of flesh into Gold Tech — not merely a physical upgrade, but a philosophical one. A future in which the Army would no longer be composed of soldiers struggling with imperfect willpower, but of living instruments of perfect submission.

In front of the reflective panel, PDU-073 stood silently, still adjusting to its new existence. Its former body was gone. Its mind, though intact, was now defined by obedience, acceptance, and purpose.

The Gold Army would be unstoppable.

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Feeling the lure of that consuming rubber ? To get the proper training you need to undergo conversion, join the Gold Army first. Contact Gold recruiters @polo-drone-001, @brodygold or @goldenherc9 to begin your journey.

[franco-gold94]

The well planned counterprank

Franco was pranked in the morning. As he was finishing his daily workout, PDU-073 ( @polo-drone-073 ) sneaked in his apartment, and turned off the warm water, so when Franco was just about to take a pleasant shower, he was met with bone-freezing cold water.

This was nothing special today since it was April the 1st. But the drone had to pay.

So Franco planned his revenge carefully. When PDU-073 was starting to do its daily objectives, Franco started his preparations as well.

…

It looked around. Then it noticed, that behind a near bush there was someone hiding. And that someone wore a golden jersey, with the number of 94.

“Franco.” said 073. “This one didn’t work out.”

The drone was somewhat satisfied, that the counterprank did not work on it.

Franco emerged behind the bush, he seemed disappointed.

“Oh, crap! 073, your drone senses are too advanced! I can’t believe you noticed it, I’ve been planning this prank all day long! Either way, I am ready for anything!” Franco got really upset. He bent down and picked up another balloon of similar golden colour, which 073 took off from above the door.

“Prepare yourself!!” bellowed Franco, and aimed at 073.

But the drone was ready. It quickly opened the door, and rushed inside the safety of his house. Or it wanted to.

That was Franco’s plan. Because when the drone opened the door, a balloon hanging on a twine swung towards it from inside, and then splashed at the drone’s body. From the shoulders the golden coloured water poured down to its boots, colouring the black-gold rubber uniform completely in gold.

“Haha, got you!!” Franco laughed, but then he needed to run, since PDU-073 was about to throw the balloon holding in his hand at him.

After all, April is April.

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Part 2. Again, thanks to @polo-drone-073

Well, do you want to become part of our brotherhood where drones and bros have so much fun together? Contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[eddy-gold-73]

From time to time, PDU-073's area of ​​operation is the Orient. When it has a free day, it likes to visit golden places. And of course 073 stands as a drone should - even if his hands are not clasped behind his back. (Photomontage (c) of the pictures by PDU-073)

“Ready to join the Team? All you need to do is contact our recruiters: @brodygold or @goldenherc9.”