An Unknown Threat?!

Side Chapter 2

JCJenson had created many things one of the best cleaning products around, various weapons of varying lethality and finally their once great pride and joy the Worker Drones. The Company faced no flaws, its name was known across the the universe. Though the CEO Mr. Elliot would be a liar if he said any of that now as he dealt with a situation that was his own fault.

A program gone rouge and one that needed to be covered up as soon as possible before the bodies and lawsuits started building up. His solution was refitting his personal Worker Drones that failed put under the name of Servant Class Drones to become the robotic vampires that every Worker Drone would soon fear the Disassembly Drones.

The current location of the CEO's solution as he liked to call them was on board their new and improved Space Station referred to as the Elliot station. The CEO ran into one problem though the program was contained on a singular planet but he couldn't just get rid of the Worker Drones at least not yet. So he kept a handful on the station to complete any of the more dangerous tasks on the station.

Within the Elliot station there a room with seven chairs around a circular table this room was were the highest ranking Disassembly Drones would meet and at the moment there was only three of the original first generation of the Disassembly Drones. A,B and C though they were currently speaking with the only human that was in the station.

A: Well, well it looks like young Ms. Elliot achieved her dreams.

A looked at Tessa who had just fixed the name tag on her uniform as she started to lean against one of the chairs. To A, B and the rest of the Disassembly Drones it was nice to see their young Mistress finally achieve her dreams.

Tessa: Well it took a lot of studying and way more work than I originally thought but I'm sure my mom would be proud.

B: Well we all knew you could make it through it is great to actually see you now.

Tessa laughed if she was being honest with herself she was lucky that all of the Servant Class Drones could make it through their repurposing. Tessa looked at the window to get a good look at her reflection so she could take a good look at herself. Black hair a uniform that could serve as a suit for space, it was all great. When she finally looked at her eyes though she saw a "flaw" that her father would sometimes bring up which was her eyes more specifically how here Irises were red rather than a normal eye color.

Her hair was shorter at least to an extent as she was required to wear a helmet when going to other planets. All of this would be better if her father was actually here to congratulate her but hey she was used to business being more important than family... it had been that way since well if she was being honest since she was born.

Tessa: Sometimes I just wish he'd give me some form of encouragement.

A,B and C all looked at Tessa with concern but the girl quickly put on a smile to stop them from looking into how she felt about her father. She was sure they knew how she was actually feeling but she didn't want to dwell on that right now.

Luckily for Tessa the door to the room opened with a Worker Drone entering which caused Tessa, A and C to look confused as none of them had called for a Worker Drone.

B: Ahh l'artiste est là. (Ahh the artist is here.)

A: B do you know the Worker?

B: Oh A I have requested this talented Worker for a important task. Artist no. 657 I take it the posters are completed?

The Worker brought out multiple posters or at least attempted to with Tessa and A looking with curiosity while C only scoffed. C couldn't believe that B was wasting her time with things like this who cared about posters and what was so special about an average Worker Drone.