Felix James, known as the Hacker, sat on his velvet throne glided with gold, green, red and purple. He stroked his rough green chin staring at the black screen with sharp black eyes. His brows furrowed as he gripped his chair.

"Cyrus, status of all squadrons." Hacker commanded. Cyrus appeared with sharp yellow eyes staring back at his creator.

"Division A1, A4, and A7 are active. Division B2, B3, And B9 are active. Division C8, C11, and C12 are active. Division D14 and D17 are active." Cyrus listed , as they appeared on another screen. Hacker stood up.

"Where is Division D13?" Hacker squinted. "Check status of Division D13!"

Cyrus searched as he said, "Division D13 is on standby. Last seen 2 days, 14 hours, 17 minutes and 23 seconds ago."

Hacker growled, "Search for any footage that any of those droids had captured. Something happened."

Cyrus nodded as his head disappeared, revealing green text as it searched all files. Then Cyrus opened a file named H:\DROIDS\DIVISIONS\Division D13\VIDEOS

Hacker's eyes narrowed, "Open the file."

Cyrus revealed several video files recorded by each drone. "Do you want me to open them Master?"

Hacker leaned back, "Yes."

Cyrus disappeared as video clips of the robots' sad battle between the earthlings branched out on all the screens. Hacker's dark eyes shifted back and forth, his green hands clenching his throne tightly. He began to growl, his angered flared as his eyes followed the shots of that red-headed boy from screen to screen. It made him recall bad memories. It made him want to tear him to shreds. And he was certain that is he was here, so were the rest of them.

Hacker rose. He had set a goal within 15 days he would launch his greatest attack ever. That on that 15th day; he would be unstoppable.

"Atreides!" Hacker called, holding his head. He needed a recharge. Fixing himself in his throne, he set the charges up so that his body could recharge more efficiently and soothingly. The six-foot cyborg knelt before Hacker, wearing ripped black clothing and a liquid cape with orange etched in the rips. He stood as a half-robot half-werewolf. His legs were any normal hind legs of a wolf to the waist up, with a mechanical arm; glinting platinum. His other arm was all beast, with his face made up of pieces of metal and fur. His left eye replaced with an orange monocle and his jaw replaced with more platinum.

"Yes Master?" Atreides answered lowly.

"We have a Code Red. And I need them ridden, fast." Hacker growled as he felt his strength coming back. The green of his skin returned as he exhaled. The sweet rush of electricity flowing through him. He stood up; roughly the same height as Atreides.

"They cannot interrupt my plans for the next few weeks." Hacker stared into the beastly eye of Atreides; narrow and all black. His snout rigid and tight with a permanent snarl thanks to the metallic jaw.

"Find them. Find those...those... EARTHLINGS!" He roared as Atreides immediately disappeared in thin air leaving an enraged Hacker alone in his ship.

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Max wandered about in an abandoned factory, his instincts calling out to him and warning him that danger was coming. But nothing was here.

"Scan." Max triggered as his eyes glowed. His eyes scanned the mossy and rusted surfaces of the factory; water dripping and small critters moving about. Max was sure the coast was clear.

Until he saw a shadow jump over him. He glared up; catching a glimpse of a tail. He switched to night vision as his offensive mode triggered itself and automatically fired at the creature. Max launched himself in the air and tackled the beast, before catching a good glimpse.

"Atreides." Max snarled as he was face-toface with the hybrid wolf as he held him down.

"Well look who it is." Atreides grinned, "The imposter."

Max flung the beast as he stopped himself. Atreides clutched his hands, roaring back at Max.

"There's no way you're getting to them without going through me." Max warned. "Retreat while you can; before I break some more bones of yours."

Atreides barked at the android, "You little bastard!" Atredies charged head-on at Max tackling him in the torso. Max was pinned under the brute's arms as they collided into the old factory building. Bricks and other debris fell on them. Max gained his focus and targeted Atreides.

All systems online. Max heard his his AI Lyros respond, as felt his weaponry unfold and unleash havoc onto the beast. But smoke-filled the air as they were both face-to-face with equal strength. Max's eyes narrowed.

"Just lemme get a lick from them." Atreides taunted. "Or, are you actually sympathizing them, Max?"

His anger flared. That damn word again, sympathize. Never he would have mercy on those fools. None of them. He he had it any other way on some other day he would've blown them to bits of burnt pieces. It was even more of a headache when his sole rival Atreides returned. Since the day Max first met him, they never liked each other. For four years, they have fought. But they knew the day will soon come and it would be a fight to the death.

Max unclenched his fist and stood in a jujitsu stance with his hands flat and pointed. With an arm behind his back, he fixed his focus on Atreides, figuring out his battle plan. Atreidies roared as he went on all fours, his back opening up to show guns and tentacles crawling out like worms. For a whole minute, they stood there as the silence blew by, and a cue for them to charge as they sped at the same pace. A light exploded between them; blinding the sight of the field from anyone within a 20-cybermile radius.

Max swore he would defeat Atreides. He couldn't risk anymore trouble and let his plan and the earthlings' plans be ruined. Fifteen days.