[center][h1]The Hive[/h1]
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[justify][i]In an undisclosed location...[/i]

[color=a0410d][b]"How much longer must we wait, Bolran? From the looks of it, Master Draco appears to be ready to awakened right at this moment!"[/b][/color] an impatient Moltus blurted out, staring at his recovering master shielded behind a stasis chamber. Though the molten covered general's vision said otherwise, Draco was a ways away from being the parasitic force that he come to know and love.

[color=0076a3][b]"Patience, Moltus,"[/b][/color] Bolran said in response, pouring gooey green substance into a tube that funneled into the chamber, changing the color from a pure white to a faint green that grew darker and darker as the other general fed more goo into the chamber. [color=0076a3][b]"We had clear instruction from Master Draco to not wake him until the timing was right. We're closer than we've ever been before, but we have to consider that our process was going to be much shorter than his. Draco is a powerful being and he wants perfection. So, let's give him that."[/b][/color]

[color=a0410d][b]"Argh! I'm sick of this damn patience speak!"[/b][/color]  Moltus roared out, slamming his massive hands onto the nearby wall, tearing a dark hole into it. With his rising rage, lava spewed from his nostrils, squirting onto the floor before quickly hardening when it was met with the cool surface. [color=a0410d][b]"Is there not anything that we can do between now and then? We don't even know when the hell [i]then[/i] is! I'm sick of waiting! Look at all of those... [i]damn ants[/i] out there. I could squash 'em myself if Draco gave me the opportunity. That's what he would want me to--"[/b][/color]

[color=0076a3][b]"[i]He[/i]... wants us to wait before doing anything rational. Besides... he has a plan that I think you'll like..."[/b][/color] Bolran responded, walking over to a machine covered in several small spiders. Swatting at the arachnids, he pressed a button on the bright screen and, with a "boop" sound, two large capsules emerged from a hidden wall behind Moltus. [color=0076a3][b]"Draco told us that when he was at 85 percent completion to release the shackles on the Buggies. Good news, Moltus: he's at 85 percent as of this moment. Would you do the honor?"[/b][/color]

A wicked smile curled on Moltus's mandible as the deranged insectoid grabbed the two capsules from the shelf, slamming them down onto the ground with a loud crack as two separate swarms of bugs fielded out of the Hive's lair and into the open air of the Earth. The Hive had a brilliant plan that Bolran wanted to follow, but he understood the wishes of his comrade Moltus and of his boss Draco. The takeover would be arriving soon and the world of these humans (or ants as Moltus called them) would soon belong to the Hive.[/justify]

[hr][center][h1]Gaia Corp.[/h1]
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[justify][color=a187be][b]"Weeks! Weeks with no sign of Gaia Corp. property emerging to the forefront? Is a $10,000 reward not enough to make the people of Angel Grove act!?"[/b][/color] Grace Thorne, CEO of Gaia Corp. blurted out to her team as she met with them in the Gaia Corp. conference room. Heaving a sigh, she buried her face in her hands as dead silence fell over the room. Sitting her hands on the glass table, she gave each of her members an icy stare, like a mother would do to her children when they caused trouble. [color=a187be][b]"So help me God... if one more week passes without any uncovering as to who stole our shit.... I'll..."[/b][/color] She flipped her hand at her team in a 'be gone' manner before leaning back in her chair.

The team of well-dressed individuals immediately filed out the room with the thought of finding Gaia Corp.'s property at the front of their minds. A slightly muscular young man stood in the doorway, giving the distraught and angry woman a quick look over before slowly walking into the room. At the sound of soft footsteps, Grace looked up at the young man, an unamused look on her face but not as severe as it was with the members of her recovery team.

[color=a187be][b]"Son, what did I tell you about your attire? This is a [i]business professional[/i] corporation."[/b][/color]

[color=7ea7d8][b]"You know who would be able to find your shit, mother,"[/b][/color] he said a wily smirk on his face. [color=7ea7d8][b]"You just gotta take that intern name off my nametag and let me--"[/b][/color]

[color=a187be][b]"Devin,"[/b][/color] Grace said coldly, giving her son that motherly stare. [color=a187be][b]"Firstly, don't you dare curse in my presence. Secondly, no... you have not earned the right to call yourself a Gaia Corp. employee when you can't do even the [i]simplest[/i] things correctly... like wearing a damn suit."[/b][/color] She paused for a moment as Devin looked himself over. His attire wasn't as terrible as she put off. He was donning a button up shirt with sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows such that his tattoos were noticeable on his forearms... another thing that pissed her off to no end. Though when he gave her that look that his father gave him... she couldn't help but to give in, even in the slightest. [color=a187be][b]"Fine... I'm putting you in charge of the recovery team. Those Dinos were made specifically for Gaia Corp. and no one else. They shouldn't synchronize with other individuals but... they're not goddamn toys. They are company property. Now go before I decide to change my mind!"[/b][/color]

Devin's smirk evolved into a smile as he nodded at his mother. [color=7ea7d8][b]"Won't let you down mother,"[/b][/color] he said. And with that, Devin slipped his hands into his pockets before going back into the open space of the office. Operation recover Gaia Corp.'s shit was now underway.[/justify]