you veto any version specific liara then move onto the other races
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You raise your hand, interrupting the discussion about specific asari targets. Your seven-and-a-half-foot frame demands attention as you stand to address your inner circle gathered around the obsidian table.
"We need to reconsider our approach," you declare firmly. "We're entering the Mass Effect universe a thousand years before the game timeline. Liara T'Soni may not even exist yet, or could be radically different from the character we know. Unless we extract her directly from the game timeline, there's no picking and choosing versions of her."
Maxine nods thoughtfully, her enhanced intellect quickly processing the implications. "You're right, Divine Mother. The asari live for a thousand years, so some characters might exist but at different life stages."
"Add Matriarch Aethyta to our priority capture list," you continue. "She's Liara's father—and yes, both parents are asari. Their reproduction system is quite unique."
Cortana's holographic form shifts, displaying images of the various Mass Effect races. "And what about the other species, Divine Mother?"
You pace around the table, your fingers trailing along the cool obsidian surface. "For the turians, any who survive our military engagement will be transformed into humans and integrated into our regular military forces—except for our Spartan program, which remains exclusively female."
Victoria makes notes on her tablet, her golden-ringed eyes focused on the task. "A wise use of their inherent military discipline."
"The elcor, raloi, volus, drell, hanar, and any surviving protheans will also be transformed into humans and integrated into the empire," you continue. "Geth programs will be captured and placed into digital stasis for later evaluation."
"And the keepers?" asks Riveria, her emerald hair cascading over her shoulders as she leans forward with scholarly interest.
"Leave them to maintain the Citadel," you reply. "They're harmless and efficient."
Your expression hardens as you come to the more dangerous species. "The leviathans, collectors, yahg, and vorcha are too dangerous to allow continued existence. The leviathans have telepathic abilities that could threaten us, while the yahg and vorcha are simply too violent and unintelligent to be worth transforming."
"How do we eliminate them without revealing ourselves?" Morgan asks, her pale face framed by her dark armor.
"Biowarfare," you answer coldly. "Designed to look natural. The collectors should die when our anti-Reaper weapon fires, but we'll confirm their elimination to be safe."
You move to a holographic image of what appears to be an egg floating in space. "The drifting rachni egg will be found and placed in stasis for potential future use."
Your voice softens slightly when you reach the krogan. "The krogan deserve special consideration. They've suffered enough under the genophage. Transform them into human breeders—capable of carrying ten to twenty children at once, with enhanced maternal instincts and reduced aggression."
Jalter snickers from her position by the wall. "From warriors to baby factories. Poetic."
Your eyes flash dangerously, silencing her immediately. "It's mercy, not punishment. As for the salarians who created the genophage..." Your smile turns cruel. "They'll become human milkmaid/nannies for the krogan children. Their vast scientific knowledge will be locked away, rendering them intellectually simple except for childcare knowledge. Fitting punishment for their crimes."
Scáthach nods approvingly, her immortal eyes gleaming with appreciation for your justice.
"The quarians require only minor modifications," you continue, gesturing at their image. "Their legs will be reshaped to human configuration, hands and feet adjusted to five fingers and toes, digestive systems normalized, and immune systems repaired. They're already quite attractive otherwise."
"And the batarians?" Artoria inquires, her knightly demeanor at odds with the cruel plans being discussed.
"Complete extinction," you reply without hesitation. "They're slavers, the scum of the galaxy. Their slaving practices will provide our casus belli—the justification for our war of conquest."
You return to your seat at the head of the table, surveying your inner circle. "Any questions about our species strategy?"
Your harem and advisors exchange glances, impressed by your comprehensive plan for an entire galaxy's worth of sentient beings.