Authorize the forty-eight-hour countdown for galaxy-wide transformation
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You straighten, addressing the assembled inner circle with absolute authority. "Lufas, have the Force gods deliver an ultimatum to the remaining Jedi. They have forty-seven hours to decide whether they remain in the Order. After that, the choice gets made for them."
The silver-haired goddess nods once. "Transmitting now through Order, Chaos, Lumos, and Noctis."
"Jedi transformation parameters," you continue, ticking off specifics. "Breasts double the standard enhanced size. Matching ass proportions. Complete empire knowledge. Remove the spy mission programming—no longer needed. Absolute loyalty, revealing clothing, comprehensive sexual techniques, multiple fetishes, sufficient self-control to function despite heightened libido."
Riveria shifts uncomfortably but remains silent.
"Since Jedi doctrine forbids attachments," you add with cold pragmatism, "program all transformed female Jedi for sexual relationships with each other. Pure physical lust. Sisterly bonds. No romance. They'll crave each other constantly."
Grace grins wickedly. "That's fucking brilliant. Turn their own doctrine into a sex cult."
"Under-eighteen protections apply universally," you state. "Additionally, remove their ability to have children. Halt aging at their prime."
Maxine's eyebrows rise. "Sterilization?"
"Experienced Jedi are preferable," you explain. "Since I control the Force through Lufas, I can limit new Force sensitives to avoid having more Jedi than needed. Quality over quantity."
Tsunade makes notes on her datapad. "Medically sound. Aging cessation at peak physical condition maintains combat effectiveness indefinitely."
You turn to Gion's hologram. "Trandoshans and Zygerrians—races that see slaving as a way of life. Wipe them out completely. Total extinction like the Batarians."
Gion's gold-ringed eyes gleam with savage satisfaction. "Understood. My forces will begin systematic elimination immediately upon transformation completion. No survivors."
"How many are we talking?" Athena asks.
"Trandoshan population approximately twelve billion across multiple worlds," Gion replies. "Zygerrian population eight billion. Total extermination will require coordinated strikes across forty-seven systems."
Victoria's fingers dance across her datapad. "I'll freeze their assets preemptively. No fleeing with wealth."
"Good," you confirm. "Lufas—authorization confirmed. Begin forty-eight-hour countdown for galaxy-wide transformation."
Lufas's gold eyes pulse with power. "Countdown initiated. All parameters locked. Transformation will commence simultaneously across all inhabited systems in exactly forty-eight hours."