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Chapter 238 - The Servant Gun - Jane Powers, turn 238

you then turn to Commander Athena raise an eyebrow and ask what is with the swearing when she doesn't have a punk goth transformation she comments that she has been spending time with the pilots and is embarrassed by the slip up causing everyone to tease her about it Continue watching the movie while discussing further improvements to the jet's recreational facilities

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During a particularly explosive scene in the action movie, you turn to Commander Athena who just muttered "That's fucking awesome" under her breath. You raise a questioning eyebrow at her.

"Since when do you curse like the pilots?" you ask, genuinely curious. Commander Athena wasn't given a punk goth transformation like Captain Raven and her crew - her Amazonian warrior aesthetic has always been more disciplined and formal in speech.

The tall, muscular woman's cheeks flush instantly. Her usual composed demeanor cracks as she realizes her verbal slip. She straightens her back, running a hand through her short military-style haircut.

"I apologize, Mistress Jane. I've been spending considerable time with Captain Raven and First Officer Vex during tactical planning sessions." She clears her throat, clearly embarrassed. "Their speech patterns appear to be... rubbing off on me."

Tina bursts into laughter, nearly choking on her popcorn. "Holy shit! The mighty Commander's gone punk on us!"

Victoria's lips curl into an amused smile. "Perhaps we should consider a linguistic quarantine between military and aviation personnel? For professional standards, of course."

"Or just fucking embrace it," Grace suggests, her mohawk catching the light as she turns. "Language evolution is natural in any hierarchical structure. My Leadership Collective members are already speaking more like me after just weeks of integration."

Commander Athena's embarrassment only deepens. "I assure you all, I maintain perfect professional decorum during all security operations and training sessions."

"Sure you fucking do," Maxine teases, uncharacteristically joining in with her own profanity, causing everyone to laugh harder.

You settle back into your recliner as the movie continues, but the conversation naturally evolves toward discussing further improvements for the jet's recreational facilities.

"The waterpark is extraordinary," Victoria notes, "but perhaps we could consider adding a VR training room? One that could simulate different combat scenarios for the Security Collective, business negotiations for me, or simply recreational games."

Maxine nods enthusiastically. "I've been developing a nanite-enabled haptic feedback system. Users would feel physical sensations without actual risk of injury."

"Could we add a fucking dance club?" Tina suggests, bouncing in her seat. "Like, with a proper sound system and light show?"

Commander Athena, seemingly recovered from her embarrassment, adds, "A meditation space with variable gravity would benefit the Security Collective's mental conditioning programs."

"And a proper theater room," Victoria contributes. "With authentic seating and a concessions stand. We could host premiere events."

As ideas flow freely, you notice through the glass dome that the aircraft has successfully navigated around the storm system. The sky ahead is clear blue, stretching endlessly before you. Flight attendants move through the waterpark area below, preparing it for afternoon use, their synchronized movements almost dance-like in their efficiency.

"We could also improve the bedroom suites," Grace suggests with a sly smile. "Maybe with programmable fantasy settings? One night tropical beach, next night mountain cabin..."

"Or just better fucking beds," Commander Athena says, then immediately covers her mouth as everyone erupts in laughter again.

"I think someone needs language recalibration," Maxine teases, making notes on her tablet.

The conversation continues as the movie reaches its climactic finale, your inner circle completely at ease in your presence, offering increasingly creative suggestions for your flying palace.

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