#medteam

PART 1 THE RETURN AND THE CLINIC With the special training complete, PDU-767 and Xavier headed back toward the Golden Stadium.

"Hey Drone-Bro, your friend's a real charm... hope he didn't take it too personally!" Xavier joked, trying to mask his heavy breathing.

"Negative, Gold Bro. Subject Fluffy: Test complete. Objective: Awakening golden grit for the match. Result: Achieved," 767 replied, giving him a pat on the back.

"Hey bro, take it easy!" Xavier winced, a grimace of pain he could barely suppress. "Seems Fluffy didn't just pull out the grit... I think he pulled a rib, too."

"Postural anomaly detected. Damage diagnosis: Required. Medical protocol: Activated. Requires specialist assessment."

AT THE HIVE MEDICAL STUDIO 767 had reconfigured himself as MED-767. He wore an optical white drone suit with golden accents that highlighted his imposing, high-tech muscular structure.

"Strip down, Gold Bro. Lie on the table. Analysis in progress," MED-767 commanded.

"Alright 767, not much for foreplay, I see," Xavier teased with a smirk, trying to ignore the searing pain in his side as he shed his armor.

The drone ran a blue laser scanner over the Defender’s body. A holographic grid appeared in mid-air, displaying Xavier's skeletal structure. "Scan complete. Affirmative: Third rib cracked. Structural integrity compromised. Nanotech replacement: Mandatory."

"Replacement? How—" Xavier didn't have time to finish. An ergonomic mask descended fluidly from above, sealing against his face with a pneumatic hiss.

"Breathe deeply, Gold Bro. Do not resist. Commencing sedation," MED-767 ordered.

the gas entered Xavier’s lungs without resistance. From the lungs, it expanded rapidly into his nervous system. A sense of ecstasy and absolute bliss washed over him. It felt familiar, primal, right. Xavier felt the tension leave every fiber of his being. He couldn't resist; he didn't want to.

The procedure lasted hours. It wasn't clear exactly what happened inside him, but when Xavier woke up, he felt different. Empowered in both body and mindset. A new self, or perhaps... his old self finally awakened from its slumber.

"MED-767, Xavier is ready!" he declared with a confident tone, sitting up with superhuman fluidity. His gaze was sharper, more determined than ever.

"Affirmative," 767 noted, his golden accents gleaming in the room. "Subject Xavier: Optimized. Body and mind in sync for the match. However, biological unit in the next room desires contact."

Xavier stood up, nodding. "Yeah, I feel it. Thanks again, MED-767. Your help is invaluable as always."

IN THE NEXT ROOM Izzy was lying on the bed, his leg bandaged but his spirit intact. "Hey Master, you here too!" the young teammate exclaimed as he saw Xavier enter.

"Yeah, kid. But not for long," Xavier replied resolutely. "Get well soon. I've got training to do. The field is waiting."

"Right, the game! I forgot," Izzy said with a bright smile. "Kick their asses, Master! I'll be cheering for you from here!"

Xavier walked out of the room without looking back, his stride heavy and certain. Thanks to the entire medical staff of the Golden Army @polo-drone-767

The front line is drawn in gold and grit. Do you have what it takes to hold it? Join the Golden Team.

Every victory on the pitch is built on more than strength and skill. Behind every sprint, every tackle, and every goal stands the Golden Army Med-Drone Team — the guardians of our health, resilience, and recovery.

Today we honor the med-drones who keep the team strong.

From the locker room after the final whistle, to the medical bay where every injury is treated with precision, these units stand ready at every moment. Their discipline, expertise, and dedication protect the Golden Army so we can continue pushing forward together.

Percival stands proud today, representing the gratitude of every bro on the team. Behind him stand the med-drones who make sure the Golden Army never stops moving forward:

MED-767 @polo-drone-767

MED-075 @polo-drone-075

MED-016 @danielgold-16

MED-166 @polo-drone-166

Your vigilance keeps the team fighting. Your care keeps us standing. Your loyalty keeps the Golden Army unstoppable.

Today we salute you.

Thank you for protecting the team. 💛

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Join the Golden Army and stand with the bros.

Recruiters:

@alton-gold77

@franco-gold94

@polo-drone-166

The squats are making my leg muscles burn; my rock-hard glutes flex with every ascent. One, two, three... then I stop counting, I just go until failure. The numbers don't matter, the reps don't matter—only the fire in my muscles and the sweat that dictates the pace. The earbuds playing the Gold Bros Hits isolate me from the rest of the world, turning the fatigue into pure rhythm.

“Workout done, bros.” 🤳💪 Click.

It’s the classic jock-style selfie: muscles still pumped from the effort, Golden Army tank top soaked in sweat, a smirk from someone who knows they’ve given it their all. The fans on social media will go crazy, but behind that filter lies the raw reality of weeks spent pushing past the limit. The match against the CFGs is looming, but right now, the exhaustion is just background noise. I feel strong. I feel full.

Then, the chaos of the gym slips away.

I step into the shower and the world shifts. The aggressive neon lights of the weight room give way to a soft, almost muffled glow. The hot water hits my tense shoulders and I feel the stress melting, sliding down. My mind slows down. The thoughts that were racing between tactical plays and maxed-out weights slowly fade as the steam fills my nostrils.

Inhale. Exhale. Again.

“Relax, let go, feel the connection with your mind. Leave out everything superficial. Inhale calm exhale distractions.” It’s not just a thought. It’s a mantra. A program activated deep within. Xavier the jock, Xavier the jokester, doesn't exist in this moment: there is only a perfect machine, an absolute synchronicity between the body and the mind that now governs it with absolute peace. Time loses its meaning. There is only the heartbeat slowing down under the scorching jet.

I walk out of the locker room with a towel wrapped around my waist, my muscles still defined by the heat. I can feel the guys' eyes on me: a mix of admiration and that usual curiosity. They know I’m prone to joking around, that I’m the one who breaks the tension, but no one ever really knows what’s going on in my head when the silence falls.

Bzz-bzz. My phone vibrates in my bag

ALTON: “Hey bro, stop screwing around and meet us at the Chalice pub. Hurry up or Daniel’s gonna finish all the beer. Move it!”

🍔 AT THE CHALICE 🍔 A few minutes later, I cross the threshold of the Chalice. Alton, Wells, and Daniel are already there, their golden jerseys a bright spot in the noisiest corner of the place. “Hey bros, over here!” Wells calls out with an exaggerated wave.

I sit down to find an altar of calories waiting for me. “We ordered you the usual, 'total destruction' version: double Cheeseburger with crispy bacon, caramelized onions, peppers, guac... double side of fries, and a pint,” Daniel announces, clutching his glass jealously, “or at least, what’s left of it after I took a few sips!”

“Guys, you have no idea how much I needed this!”

I pick it up. It’s heavy, greasy, glorious. I take a huge bite, no regrets. It’s an explosion of flavors that brings every single one of my cells back down to earth. “Mmmmm... Oh god, this is so good!” I mumble with my mouth full, completely ignoring any sense of etiquette.

“Hey bro, take it easy! You look like you haven't eaten in a week,” Wells laughs, looking at me in disbelief.

“Heh heh, leave him be, the bro is in bulk,” Alton interjects with a satisfied grin, reaching out to tap my bicep with an approving pat. “He’s gotta get his strength up for the match, we need this mass on the field!”

“At this rate, I won’t be running, I’ll be rolling straight into the CFG defenders,” I say between bites, sparking a roar of laughter.

“Bro, enjoy it,” Wells adds, leaning back. “You'll have plenty of time tomorrow during the dawn practice to feel guilty.”

I raise my pint, looking at my friends, my teammates, my chosen family. “No bro. There’s no pleasure that could make me feel guilty if it means being here talking trash with my bros.”

Daniel squints at me, impressed. “Where’s all this sudden wisdom coming from, Xav?”

I take one last, massive bite of the burger and wink. “Must be the sugar, bro! Definitely the sugar”

The grind is tough, the burgers are huge, the brotherhood is forever.

contact our recruiters: @franco-gold94, @polo-drone-166, @alton-gold77, @polo-drone-125

No gaps, no way out.

Xavier’s wall just came crashing down on him

Pure power in collision. The defender sets the rules

Show them who owns the perimeter. Be the impact that changes the game, join the Golden Army

contact our recruiters:

@franco-gold94

@polo-drone-166

@alton-gold77

Xavier, safety for the Golden Team, is on the gridiron Let the golden fire in his eyes give you a command: step aside or prepare to fall.

Victory isn't an option, it's an order.