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Brody’s First Command

Deep within the Golden Army Headquarters, the Claiming Chamber awaits, obsidian walls pierced by razor-thin beams of gold light. The air thrums with the low, relentless hum of Hive machinery, a sound that sinks into bones and rewires thoughts. Team Captain Brody stands unbreakable in his gleaming gold kit, burning like a decree. Before him kneels Ezan, the proud right winger, now stripped bare, eyes already softening with the first waves of surrender. Brody lifts the polo drone suit, its shiny surface catching the light like liquid obedience, the laurel wreath crest pulsing with quiet authority. “This is your collar,” Brody commands, voice low and absolute. “The Hive’s mark. My mark.” Ezan lifts his chin without hesitation. The Light demands it. The Hive accepts nothing less.

The Collar Slides On

In the Suit Ascension Room, golden vapour coils upward from metallic grates, carrying the scent of transformation. Screens flicker with endless streams of Hive code, rhythmic, inescapable, beautiful. Ezan steps into the centre. The pull is irresistible now: a warm, magnetic hunger that tightens around his throat before the fabric even touches skin. Brody slides the polo over his head himself. The black material seals against muscle like a second, perfect skin, gold trim gleaming at collar and cuffs, the zipper closing with finality. Ezan’s breath catches. His vision blurs gold. His identity melts. The collar doesn’t rest on him. It becomes him. Property. Purpose. Perfection.

Walking Collared

The Corridor of Ownership stretches infinite, walls reflecting endless gold. Drones stand in silent rows, black uniforms identical, eyes glowing faintly in unified devotion. 001 walks the line for the first time collared. Every step echoes in perfect sync with the Hive’s heartbeat. The tight shine of the polo hugs his chest, the laurel crest over his heart a constant reminder: You are owned. You are elevated. Other drones turn their heads in recognition. No words. Only the shared pulse of obedience. This is no longer just the Emir. This is PDU-001. Captain’s drone. The Hive’s vessel. Seen. Known. Eternal.

Bound to the Hive

The throne room looms vast, the massive GA emblem blazing behind Captain Brody like a crown of pure light. 001 drops to his knees the instant he enters, instinct now, not choice. Brody’s strong hand cups his jaw, tilting it upward. Fingers trace the high collar, pressing just enough to remind. “Look at me, 001.” Golden eyes meet golden eyes. The bond locks into place, deeper than steel, warmer than sunlight. From this breath forward, every thought, every muscle, every heartbeat belongs to Captain. Belongs to the Polo Drone Hive. The Golden Army rises stronger because one more vessel has accepted its true path.

The Polo Drone Hive is not control. It is liberation. It is the True Path wrapped in black and gold. It is home.

Thank you for claiming this drone. GOLD is our code. Your vision is our light.

The Hive grows. Obey. Transform. Belong.

Join the Hive. Wear the collar. Follow the commanders: @polo-drone-001 @franco-gold94 @polo-drone-166 @polo-drone-125