Fast forward 26 years to when the batarian slaving attacks become too much as according to plan, and your representative is petitioning the counsel for intervention.
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You watch through neural link as your diplomatic drone stands before the Citadel Council, the massive chamber filled with representatives from across the galaxy. Your drone's expression shows perfect distress as she gestures to holographic displays showing Batarian slavers attacking human colonies.
"These attacks have escalated beyond tolerable levels," your drone declares, voice quavering with manufactured emotion. "Seventeen colonies raided in the past month alone. Thousands of our citizens abducted. We demand Council intervention!"
The Asari Councilor, Tevos, raises her hand dismissively. "While we sympathize with humanity's plight, we cannot interfere with what the Batarian Hegemony considers cultural heritage."
The Turian Councilor nods in agreement. "The Batarians operate outside Council space. This is an internal matter between humanity and the Hegemony."
You disconnect from the neural link, your seven-and-a-half-foot frame rising from your command chair in the mansion's strategic center. The past twenty-six years have gone exactly according to plan – your empire solidified on Earth while your drones played diplomatic games across the galaxy.
"It's time," you announce to your inner circle. "Begin priority target extraction."
Liara's holographic image appears on the central display – she's currently on an archaeological dig on Therum. Matriarch Benezia's location is confirmed at Noveria. Matriarch Aethyta tends bar on Illium. Justicar Samara hunts her daughter Morinth on Omega.
"Extraction teams are in position," Miranda reports, her fingers dancing with magical energy that spirals around holographic displays. Her enhanced body has remained eternally youthful these past twenty-six years, as has the rest of your inner circle. "All targets can be acquired within the next twelve hours."
"Make it so," you command, striding toward the tactical display. "Maxine, report on the Batarian puppets."
Maxine's enhanced figure draws every eye as she approaches. Twenty-six years of scientific progress have only made her more formidable. "Our infiltration is complete. The Batarian High Command is seventy percent controlled by our puppets. We can trigger the largest slave raid in recorded history on command."
"And our other operations?" you inquire, surveying the room.
Riveria steps forward, her enormous breasts barely contained by her emerald robes. "The Leviathans have been eliminated as of last month. Their telepathic abilities were no match for our combined magical countermeasures."
"The Yahg and Vorcha populations were decimated by our targeted bioweapon," Dr. Nina Holbrook reports with clinical precision. "Other species believe it was a natural pandemic. The few survivors are contained on quarantined worlds."
Yamato nods, her imposing figure commanding attention. "Combat readiness is at optimal levels. Our forces can deploy instantly through the relay network."
Nico Robin steps forward, her enhanced figure still as stunning as the day you claimed her. "The last Rachni egg was recovered from a derelict Rachni Ship floating in space. It remains in stasis in my interdimensional library."
"And the Collectors?" you ask, turning to Shepard.
"Confirmed extinct," Shepard replies, her Spartan-enhanced frame radiating deadly competence. "The anti-Reaper weapon destroyed their ship and base beyond the Omega-4 relay."
"Perfect," you purr, running your fingers along the tactical display. "Begin the extractions. Once our priority targets are secure, signal the Batarians to launch their attack. And prepare my personal shuttle – I want to welcome our Asari guests myself."
"As you wish," Victoria responds, her business attire perfectly tailored to her enhanced figure. "The transformation chamber is prepared for five special guests."
You smile wickedly, anticipating the pleasure of claiming these powerful Asari women. After twenty-six years of patience, your true conquest of the Mass Effect galaxy is about to begin.