skip ahead a couple weeks to when the airbase is finished watching your pilots land the jet while your stand on the ground surrounded by he military people there to operate the base. the airbase is functionally and publicly a storage/maintenance/retrofitting base for military aircraft but secretly it doubles as your private landing strip with the military there to provide security
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The crisp autumn air carries the scent of jet fuel as you stand on the newly constructed tarmac of Fort Hendrix Auxiliary Aviation Facility. Your seven-and-a-half foot frame towers over the assembled military personnel who snap to attention as you survey your latest acquisition. What appears to be a standard military maintenance base to outsiders is, in reality, your private airstrip with an elite security detail.
The gleaming black Sovereign jet appears on the horizon, its sleek silhouette growing larger against the cloudless sky. Captain Raven Kingston's voice crackles through the radio held by Lieutenant Colonel Abigail Winters beside you.
"Tower, this is Blackwood One requesting permission to land at Fort Hendrix Auxiliary, over."
Abigail glances at you, her enhanced Amazonian form impressive even in standard military fatigues that strain against her curves. "Shall I grant clearance, Mistress?"
You nod, and she responds crisply: "Blackwood One, this is Fort Hendrix Tower. You are cleared for landing on runway three. Winds five knots from the southwest."
"Copy that, Tower. Beginning approach," Raven's confident voice replies.
You watch with satisfaction as the jet executes a perfect landing, touching down precisely on the centerline before smoothly decelerating. The ark reactor technology powering the craft emits only a soft blue glow rather than the traditional exhaust, a marvel of Maxine's engineering.
"Impressive facility, isn't it?" Colonel Jordan Hayes approaches, her uniform tailored to accommodate her enhanced physique while maintaining military regulations. "Fully operational in just eighteen days. The transformation-enhanced construction collective exceeded expectations."
"I'm pleased," you acknowledge, watching as the jet taxis toward you. "Any complications with integration?"
"None, Mistress," she reports. "The base appears completely legitimate to outside observers. General Anderson's influence ensured all documentation is impeccable. We're officially designated as the 77th Maintenance and Retrofit Battalion."
The jet comes to a stop thirty yards away. Its door opens, revealing Captain Raven Kingston in her customized pilot's uniform—black with punk-goth accents that complement her crimson-streaked black hair. She descends the stairs with perfect poise, followed by her co-pilot Vex Hendricks.
"Welcome to Fort Hendrix Auxiliary, Captain," you greet as they approach and salute.
"Thank you, Mistress," Raven responds, her eyes lighting up with devotion. "The new runway is magnificent. The approach vectors you designed personally are the most efficient I've ever flown."
Vex nods in agreement, her purple-tipped blonde mohawk catching the sunlight. "The crosswind handling is perfect. The ark reactor makes traditional wind shear calculations obsolete."
Lieutenant Colonel Winters steps forward with a tablet. "Captain Kingston, your aircraft is scheduled for the maintenance bay at 1300 hours. We'll be installing the enhanced spatial expansion modifications as discussed."
"Excellent," Raven responds. "Will that include the new cabin configuration?"
"Yes," you confirm, beginning to walk toward the sleek black building that serves as the facility's command center. "Maxine's latest designs will increase passenger capacity by forty percent while expanding the private quarters."
As you approach the command center, you notice the subtle security measures—Amazonian guards positioned strategically, their enhanced physiques and capabilities hidden beneath regulation uniforms. To casual observers, they appear as standard military personnel, but you recognize the telltale signs of their transformation—the perfect posture, the awareness in their eyes, the synchronized movements.
"Mistress," Colonel Hayes says softly as you reach the door, "General Anderson will be arriving tomorrow to officially christen the facility. The Pentagon believes this is merely another successful military modernization project."
You smile, satisfied with how seamlessly your private infrastructure has been integrated into official military channels. Another piece of your expanding empire falls perfectly into place as you enter the command center to inspect your newest acquisition.