Attend the inner circle meeting at 10:00 AM to discuss the airstrip plans with Captain Raven and the others. after the building plans have Victoria plan for the airstrip to have its own security force that answers to commander Athena who then suggests making it a military airbase to disguise it and provide security since your private jet would be the only one landing there you agree them have them implement the plans stating that since it is a military airbase they can build it and include our specifications. you than tell Captain raven that once the airbase is finish her the other pilots and flight attendants will move into the mansion since they will be close enough to the jet for everyday maintenance telling Maxine to make it so your personal pilots and Flight Attendants have the ability to preform ground maintenance on the jet. you then have Rebecca create plans for an on grounds entertainment dome stating that the spatial expansion technology would be used to fill it and that everything to be added is yet to be discussed but there will be a water park using the one in the jet as a base stating the external size should be no larger that a basketball court not the arena but the actual place the game is played
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You sit at the head of the polished conference table, towering over your assembled inner circle even while seated. The morning sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, highlighting your topless servants arranged around the table. All eyes are on Captain Raven as she stands to present, her electric blue mohawk perfectly styled despite her topless state, her posture military-precise.
"Based on our fucking specifications," Captain Raven begins, gesturing to the holographic display, "we need at least 8,500 feet of runway for optimal jet operations. The surrounding shit—sorry—facilities would include maintenance hangars, fueling stations, and crew quarters." She catches herself mid-swear, then seamlessly incorporates another profanity as required by her speech protocols.
"Three potential locations have been identified," Victoria says, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders as she swipes through satellite imagery. "All within ten miles of the mansion grounds. The most promising is this former industrial site to the northeast."
Commander Athena studies the images with intense focus, her muscular frame and ample chest drawing your gaze despite having seen her topless countless times before. "The security requirements would be substantial. We would need to divide personnel between locations, potentially weakening our defensive posture."
"What if," you suggest, leaning forward, "we disguised it as a military airbase? The security would be built-in, and your forces would remain concentrated here at the mansion."
Commander Athena's eyes widen slightly. "An excellent strategic suggestion. Military designation would provide both cover and resources." You notice her careful avoidance of profanity following your language recalibration.
Victoria taps her tablet thoughtfully. "We could leverage Sister Grace's political connections to facilitate the designation. The Leadership Collective has sufficient influence within the Defense Department now."
Sister Grace, her blue eyes gleaming with nanite enhancement, nods emphatically. "We can get this fucking done by next week. The Defense Department will shit themselves to approve anything we fucking want after the Fort Hendrix transformation cascade."
The contrast between Sister Grace's profanity-laden speech and Commander Athena's carefully measured words brings a smile to your face.
"Since it would technically be a military airbase," you continue, "they could build it to our specifications, with our private jet being the only aircraft actually using it."
Captain Raven grins widely. "That's a fucking brilliant plan, Mistress. Military construction standards would give us top-tier shit without raising suspicious goddamn eyebrows."
"Implement the plans," you command, watching as Victoria and Sister Grace immediately begin noting action items. You turn to Captain Raven. "Once the base is finished, you, your pilots, and flight attendants will move into the mansion. You'll be close enough to the jet for daily maintenance."
"Fuck yes, Mistress! We'd be honored," Captain Raven responds, her eyes bright with excitement.
You glance at Maxine. "Make it so my personal flight crew can perform ground maintenance on the jet."
Maxine nods, her red hair gleaming in the sunlight. "I'll design an enhancement protocol. Their transformation templates already include vehicle operation knowledge—extending this to maintenance should be straightforward."
With the airstrip matter settled, you turn to Dr. Rebecca Frost, who sits attentively at the far end of the table. "Rebecca, I want plans for an on-grounds entertainment dome. We'll use spatial expansion technology for the interior, with the external size no larger than a basketball court—not the arena, just the court itself."
Rebecca's eyes light up, her muscular handywoman's frame straightening with excitement. "What specific amenities are you considering for the interior, Mistress?"
"Everything is yet to be discussed," you reply, "but I want a water park included, using the one in the jet as a base model."
"The spatial expansion ratio would allow for approximately 40,000 square feet of interior space," Rebecca calculates quickly. "Enough for a substantial water park and additional entertainment venues. I'll have preliminary designs by tomorrow morning."
"Excellent," you respond, satisfied with the productive meeting. "Let's proceed with both projects immediately."
As the meeting concludes, you notice Victoria and Commander Athena exchanging glances, clearly pleased with the elegant solution to their security division concerns.