while your inner circle make preparations for the invasion you Move on to summoning lufas 13 heavenly stars
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"Lufas," you say, "summon your Thirteen Heavenly Stars."
Lufas extends one hand, silver hair cascading as she tilts her head. "By my authority—manifest."
Thirteen figures materialize in a semicircle. You raise the Servant Gun immediately, cycling through settings with practiced efficiency.
"Aries—you're becoming a proper woman." The beam strikes the feminine-faced boy, curves expanding dramatically as his frame matures into voluptuous femininity. She gasps, hands exploring her new chest.
"Libra—you're acceptable as-is." The Scale bearer bows her head, scales at her hip glowing softly.
"Aigokeros, Taurus, Leo—female forms." Three transformations in rapid succession. The goat warrior's masculine build softens into powerful feminine musculature. The ox becomes a statuesque woman with horns. The lion's mane frames a fierce female face.
"Parthenos—mature body." The maiden's childish proportions blossom into adult sexuality. "I'm not bothering with Virgo."
"Karcinos—female, enhanced speed for tank mobility." The crab warrior's transformation includes lightning-quick reflexes.
"Scorpius—losing that yandere obsession." Her possessive intensity fades to calm tactical focus.
"Sagittarius—human form with equine traits, and you're wearing proper clothing now." The centaur's lower half becomes human legs, though horse ears and tail remain. Pants materialize on her previously nude lower body. She looks down, confused but accepting.
"Kastor—female. Pollux—mature form." The twin transformations complete simultaneously.
"Aquarius—physical manifestation, mature woman." The spirit-projecting vessel solidifies into flesh, a woman emerging where artifact once floated.
"Pisces—female, no more narcissism." Her self-obsessed expression clears to simple confidence.
"Dina—" You pause at Ophiuchus. "You're already perfect. But everyone—your loyalty runs to me first, through Lufas. And no more rampaging over trivial insults."
Thirteen women kneel in unison. "We serve the Empress," they chorus.
Lufas inclines her head approvingly. "They are yours, as I am."
Gion's voice cuts through. "Empress—Star Wars invasion preparations complete. All departments report readiness. We can deploy immediately or await your command."
You survey your newly acquired Heavenly Stars, then your inner circle. "Excellent work. We move on my order."