Order the attack to commence immediately
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"Victoria." Your voice cuts through the strategic center with absolute authority. "Initiate economic warfare protocols immediately."
The platinum blonde rises from her seat, pregnancy showing subtly beneath her business attire. "Understood, Empress. Banking Clan accounts will begin hemorrhaging within the hour. Trade Federation liquidity crisis follows six hours later. Complete financial collapse projected at seventy-two days."
"Excellent." You turn to Fleet Admiral Gion. "Once Victoria confirms corporate bankruptcy, commence military operations. I want simultaneous strikes across every major system."
Gion's pink bob catches the viewport light as she nods. Her neural link to the fleet activates visibly—eyes glazing slightly as she touches three hundred seventeen vessels across the galaxy. "All ships positioning now. Civilian camouflage maintained until your signal. Estimated time to strike readiness: seventy-three days."
"Cortana, relay to Natasha." You lean forward over the holographic display. "ANBU teams eliminate all corporate leadership the moment bankruptcy finalizes. Make it look like suicide—financial ruin driving them to desperation."
"Message transmitted," Cortana confirms. "Black Widow acknowledges. Assassination protocols armed and ready."
Finally you address Lufas. The silver-haired goddess stands perfectly still, gold eyes gleaming. "I need the Force itself to deliver a warning to any Jedi who attempts interference. Make it overwhelming—visions of catastrophic failure, absolute certainty that resistance means death. Their doctrine forbids acting on fear, which means they'll debate endlessly instead of responding."
Lufas's lips curve into the faintest smile. "The Force will scream warnings into every Jedi mind the moment they consider action against us. Their attachment to protocol will paralyze them beautifully." She pauses. "The irony is exquisite—their own principles weaponized against them."
"Shaak Ti," you continue, "your sisterhood maintains normal behavior. No indication anything has changed. When the Jedi Council finally acts, they'll discover eighty-seven percent of their Order already serves me."
The Togruta's massive chest heaves as she bows. "We continue our roles perfectly, Empress. They suspect nothing."
Victoria's fingers dance across her datapad. "First transaction executed. InterGalactic Banking Clan just lost point-three percent liquidity. They'll notice in approximately six hours—too late to prevent the cascade."
Grace leans back in her chair, leather creaking. "Nineteen fucking years of preparation. Now we watch it all fall."
The holographic display updates in real-time, showing Victoria's economic strikes propagating through galactic financial networks like poison through veins.