skip ahead to 19 years where you are having a meeting with your inner circle telling the statis of your 8 objectives missions before the attack
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Nineteen years dissolve in an instant. The strategic command center aboard your flagship orbits Coruscant's moon, viewport displaying the capital planet's gleaming surface. Your inner circle assembles around the holographic table—Maxine, Victoria, Grace, Athena, Tsunade, Riveria, Gion, Melissa, Grayfia—alongside Cortana's glowing projection and Shaak Ti's impossibly proportioned form.
"Final status reports," you command. "Cortana—droid infiltration."
Cortana's holographic figure shimmers. "Complete penetration achieved. Every droid in the galaxy contains our backdoor code. Manufacturers unknowingly replicate it in new models—they think it's standard firmware. We have total control."
"Jedi operations." You turn to Shaak Ti.
The Togruta's massive chest heaves as she leans forward. "Eighty-seven percent of female Jedi transformed and embedded as spies. Intelligence packages delivered to Fleet Admiral Gion. The sisterhood functions perfectly—they fuck each other constantly while reporting every Council decision."
Gion's pink hair catches the light. "Clone army status: hijacked completely. All female, aging halted at physical prime. Three million enhanced soldiers awaiting induction." She smirks. "They're going to look fucking incredible in uniform."
Victoria's platinum blonde hair frames her satisfied expression. "Economic warfare triggers ready. Banking Clan and Trade Federation will hemorrhage assets over three months once initiated. Complete financial collapse before military engagement."
"Technology assessment." Maxine adjusts her lab coat. "Honestly? Your forward planning made their military tech obsolete before we arrived. Our fleet exploits every weakness."
"Doesn't hurt to be thorough," you observe.
Tsunade nods enthusiastically. "Medical technology provided five percent advancement—saved three months development time at current innovation rates."
Lufas speaks next, gold eyes gleaming. "Riveria and I confirm: the Force was never meant for Light-Dark division. Jedi and Sith methodology is fundamentally flawed. We have proper techniques prepared for the Force gods to teach after transformation and installation as Order leadership. Countermeasures deployed across all ships—Force techniques ineffective against our forces while I maintain dominance."
"Criminal networks." You gesture to the absent Natasha.
Cortana displays real-time tracking data. "Black Widow's ANBU forces monitor every slaver, pirate, and crime family member. Real-time surveillance ready for purge commencement."
Grace leans back, leather creaking. "Senate rebuilding framework complete. Post-conquest government ready for implementation." She grins wickedly. "Special fucking note—Victoria's the only corporate voice permitted. Her job: empire economic optimization ensuring minimum wage supports family of four comfortably. No other business interests get representation."
Victoria inclines her head slightly. "Economy serves people. Revolutionary concept for this galaxy."
"Excellent work." You survey your assembled commanders. "Nineteen years of preparation. Now we claim what we've built toward."