Murder Drones: The Elliot Manner

The metal doors of Elliot Manor groaned as they slid open, their hydraulic hiss echoing through the vast, dimly lit hall. Sparks flickered from exposed conduits along the walls, casting jagged shadows across the polished floor. A small shuttle hovered just outside, its docking clamps engaging with a metallic click.

Inside, the manor’s usual residents N the butler, and maids V, J, and Cyn stood frozen for a heartbeat in the grand hall. Their duties had never included this: a delivery, perhaps, yes, but not a drone of this kind.

Through the airlock, a single drone stepped forward. Its frame was sleek and unmarked, a stark contrast to the scuffed and dented models already inside. N’s posture stiffened, arms folded behind his back, optics narrowing in assessment. V tilted her head, analyzing the newcomer with cautious curiosity, while J’s subtle whirring indicated a mix of excitement and nervousness. Cyn, always vigilant, shifted slightly forward, claws clicking softly against the floor in readiness.

The newcomer’s servos clicked rhythmically as it scanned the hall, its low hum vibrating through the metal floor. It paused mid-step, taking in the towering ceilings, the crooked chandeliers, and the subtle hints of chaos that had settled in the manor over time.

J: “Never seen a model like this before…”

J whispered, the words barely audible over the quiet hum of machinery.

V optics narrowed: “It’s new. It doesn’t match any standard service frame.”

N: response was a calm but warning digital click, as if measuring the newcomer’s intent.

Cyn: tail twitched in quiet alert, ready to act at a moment’s notice.

The drone tilted its head, emitting a low, inquisitive beep, scanning the room and the four servants carefully. Its movements were precise, deliberate assessing whether Elliot Manor was a prison… or a home.

For a heartbeat, silence held the hall in tension. Then, the newcomer moved further inside, each step measured. N, V, J, and Cyn exchanged wary glances, each silently debating: friend, foe, or something in between?

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