you go over the plans for the other race with gion before hanging up
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You stand with Fleet Admiral Gion on the bridge of your flagship, the Ascendant Justice. Through the massive viewports, the debris field from the Batarian fleet still glitters in the void, a testament to your overwhelming power. The holographic display between you shows detailed anatomical models of each Mass Effect species as you finalize your transformation plans.
"The Batarians are nearly extinct," Gion reports, her metallic pink hair catching the light as she gestures to a tactical display. Her enormous enhanced breasts strain against her skintight blue bodysuit with white armor plates. "Our forces have destroyed sixteen of their eighteen colony worlds. Only Khar'shan and Logasiri remain."
"Excellent," you reply, towering over everyone on the bridge at your seven-and-a-half-foot height. "Let's discuss the transformation protocols for each species once they've been conquered through conventional warfare."
Gion nods, adjusting the display to show an Asari model. "For the Asari, you've specified enhanced figures, replacement of biotic abilities with magical equivalents, and complete loyalty programming."
"Correct," you confirm, tracing the holographic Asari's form with your finger. "Our seven test subjects have responded perfectly to the transformation. They'll serve as templates for the entire race."
"For Turians," Gion continues, shifting the display, "complete transformation into human females with standard military enhancements. They'll make excellent additions to our forces."
"The quarians will remain mostly unchanged physically," you note as their model appears. "Enhance their figures, fix their immune systems so they can discard those suits, modify their digestive systems for human food compatibility, and adjust their hands, feet, and knees to human configuration."
"A wise choice," Gion agrees. "Their technical expertise will be valuable."
The display shifts to show a Krogan. "This is the most complex transformation," you explain, circling your finger around the model. "Transform them into human females, remove their violent impulses and replace with maternal instincts. After what they've suffered with the genophage, give them a special breeder transformation allowing them to bear ten to twenty children simultaneously."
"With fertility control to prevent overpopulation," Gion adds with a knowing smile.
"Precisely," you confirm. "And for the Salarians who created that abomination..."
The display shifts to show a Salarian model transforming into a buxom milkmaid.
"Intelligence-locked milkmaids and nannies for the Krogan breeders," Gion says with a cruel smile. "Poetic justice."
"They'll retain access to necessary knowledge for their duties, but otherwise be as stupid as a bag of bricks," you add with satisfaction. "Aware of their locked intelligence but unable to access it."
You continue through each species: Hanar, Drell, Raloi, Elcor, Volus—all to be transformed into loyal human females with enhanced figures and female-female reproductive capabilities.
"The Keepers we'll leave alone but monitor closely," you note as their insectoid form appears. "And the Geth will be captured and placed in stasis for later study."
"And the Council races?" Gion asks.
"They've made their decision to oppose us," you reply coldly. "Once their fleets are destroyed, their homeworlds will surrender or face extinction. Either way, we transform their entire populations according to plan."
Gion's eyes gleam with anticipation. "The Council fleet is gathering at the Citadel. Intelligence suggests they'll deploy within forty-eight hours."
"Perfect," you purr. "Let them come. And when they're defeated, the real transformation of this galaxy begins."
You disconnect the call, the holographic display fading. Through the viewport, the stars seem to twinkle in anticipation of your imminent conquest.