Inquire about the timeline for full dungeon completion
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Rebecca grins enthusiastically as she gestures toward the shimmering portal. "Timeline? Well, the basic structure's about sixty percent complete. We've got the main chambers mapped out, trap mechanisms installed in the first three quadrants, and—" She pauses mid-sentence as her communicator beeps. "Hold on, Mistress."
She taps the device, and Maxine's voice comes through clearly. "Rebecca, I'm heading to the hangar now. Let me give Jane the detailed progress report so you can get back to actual construction."
Rebecca's face lights up with visible relief. "Oh thank fuck. No offense, Mistress, but I'd rather be building than explaining." She waves toward the portal entrance. "Maxine knows all the technical specifications anyway. She designed half the fucking trap systems."
Three minutes later, Maxine emerges from the corridor, her lab coat fluttering around her enormous breasts as she walks. She's carrying a datapad and smiling.
"Morning, love," she greets you warmly before turning to Rebecca. "Go. I've got this."
Rebecca practically sprints toward the portal, her three collective members following close behind.
Maxine taps her datapad, pulling up holographic schematics. "So. Current status: sixty-three percent structural completion, forty-seven percent trap integration, thirty-one percent challenge balancing. We're looking at eleven more days for full operational status, assuming no complications."
She swipes through several displays showing intricate dungeon layouts. "The Triforce chamber itself is complete—fully secured, perception filter active, binding exclusively locked to you. Enemy access triggers immediate transformation protocols as designed."
You nod thoughtfully, then something occurs to you. "Maxine. I just realized something about the Star Wars timeline."
"What's that?"
"Anakin and Padmé never met in this version. Which means Princess Leia won't be born."
Maxine's eyes widen slightly. "Oh. Right. You want her extracted?"
"Yes. Find a timeline where she sacrifices herself destroying the first Death Star—after she successfully triggers the self-destruct. Extract her at that moment."
Maxine's fingers fly across her datapad, already calculating extraction parameters. "Enhancements?"
"Same as Padmé and Satine. Enhanced curves—"
Maxine snorts with amusement, interrupting you. "Of course enhanced curves. You've literally added enhanced curves to every single transformation you've ever authorized. It's practically your signature at this point."
You can't help but laugh genuinely. "Fair point."
"I'm not complaining," Maxine continues, grinning. "Just observing the pattern. Enhanced curves, military tactical programming, standard citizen package—loyalty, devotion, under-eighteen protections, female reproduction capability. Anything else?"
"Arrange for her to join Padmé and Satine as lovers. The three of them together."
Maxine's expression shifts to focused concentration as she inputs the specifications. "Extraction timeline Located. Leia Organa, moment of Death Star destruction, alternate timeline designated SW-Alpha-Seven-Three. She's... fuck, she's magnificent in this timeline. Led the entire Rebellion after her adoptive parents died. This version will integrate perfectly with Padmé's tactical programming." She looks up. "Extraction parameters locked. Ready to execute on your authorization."
"Do it," you confirm.
Maxine taps the final command sequence.