Universe Designation: Z-Ultravoid-001
Somewhere beyond the edges of charted dimensions — way beyond the normal Multiversal Map that Ricks map like crazy cartographers — a dark, new universe was forged.
Zane's universe.
Not one he crashed into, not one he commandeered — but one he created.
"Eris. Begin lockdown protocol. Phase Oblivion."
Eris: "Confirmed. Activating full-veil cloaking, synapse-harmonic dimension decoupling, and portal-pierce nullification."
No portal could find it.
No scan could see it.
Not even a Rick could find it.
The rest of the multiverse never had any idea Universe Z-Ultravoid-001 was there.
To Zane, it was home.
The Throneworld — Asphodel Rex
Zane drifted above a black world shaped into the form of a star dying. Red lightning seethed in its air. Asteroid corpses and godbone were smelted into mountains. Ash-spewing volcanoes belched memory-eating gas.
This world would be the capital of his empire — born from the fire of war-torn timelines.
But to witness an empire rise… it must have a war.
Target: Vorthex-9 – Endless Swarming Hiveworld
A sickened world filled with insectoid inhabitants. Every city a hive spire. Every nation a crawling monstrosity. They hatched by the millions, consumed star systems, and enslaved worlds to raise their young.
Perfect.
"Let's make them bleed," Zane whispered.
He cut to the edge of the dimension that contained Vorthex-9. Not by portal tech — by dimensional cutting, an illicit art only possible with Godskin-recombined matter.
The Assault Begins
Zane alone orbited the planet.
No fleet. No army.
Just him.
The insects noticed.
Sirens which shivered the sky screamed through the hives. Chitin-plated bio-ships belched forth like hornets. Spires fired organic missiles made of screaming acid larvae.
Zane gestured with his hand.
A movement — a spark — and all metal within five kilometers was melted. Bio-ships were creased in two through the air. Hive towers detonated in chain-reaction biological implodes as their exoskeleton-coded genotypes were reprogrammed.
Eris: "Counter-wave approaching: Over 3.6 billion hostiles, bio-types Alpha through Psi."
"Good," Zane replied. "It's enough for genesis."
The Harvest of Vorthex-9
Zane did not kill.
He harvested.
He walked through the carnage with measured, deliberate intent — grasping insectoid warlords by the throat and injecting them with viral nanites that reprogrammed their loyalty on a genetic level.
Each hive queen he killed, he brought back — not as themselves, but as thralls to his will, connected to a neural-web hardwired into Eris.
Hive King Mazhk was the first to fall.
A 50-foot chitin war god with razor mandibles and plasma-blood. He roared across the sky, detonating nuclear glands as he bull-charged Zane.
Zane phased right through him like smoke, then drew Mazhk's mind, programming it into his gauntlet.
"You are mine now," he whispered.
He hammered the code into a bulging throne-golem behind him — a living golem of war. Mazhk's soul shrieked into silence.
Zane's New Army: The Null Hive
With each death, each mind stamped, Zane's power grew. But not with soldiers. With command. The entire insectoid brain-net was his hive now.
And he didn't need ships.
He was the ship.
Zane's technopathic powers allowed him to warp metal, inflate synthetic wings, absorb ammunition, and discharge virus-pulses that made entire continents mutate and buckle into weapons.
The Null Hive expanded in starts and fits — all eyes gleaming silver, every monstrosity with his sigil: a fractured black Z incised with smoldering violet veins.
They shouted no war cry.
But a single word: "Zane."
The Throne of Skulls and Boneglass
In the middle of Vorthex-9, Zane erected a new monument — a tower constructed from broken chitin, boneglass, and frozen blood. At the peak of its tallest spire, he sat upon a throne composed of the spinal cord of the final whole Hive Queen.
She remained twitching, forever trapped.
Zane placed his hand upon the armrest of the throne — and the entire world obeyed.
Sealing the War
Zane looked out into the void from atop his spire.
"Eris. Create permanent camouflage field for this universe. Let no Rick follow the dimensional shudders."
Eris: "Initiating Phase Nullum. This universe will now act as dead matter. No portal, spell, or Godmind detection will penetrate it."
Zane smiled. "Now let them be confused as to what became of Vorthex-9. Let them tremble at the silence."
Citadel of Ricks — Panic Rising
The Council of Ricks was in disarray.
"An entire universe just went dark," one Rick said, pacing. "Vorthex-9 is GONE. Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out."
"That's impossible. Only the Founders knew how to nullify a whole dimension—"
"What if it's not a Rick? What if it's something worse?"
President Morty watched in silence. Then he spoke:
"It is a Rick. But not ours anymore.
Prepare for war.
Before he decides we're next."
Zane's Command to the Void
Zane, seated upon his throne on Asphodel Rex, gave an order:
"Eris. Initiate terraforming ten more war-worlds. Use the Null Hive. Bring their consciousness into the Godmind Core."
Eris: "Affirmative. Calculating conquest schedule for the next 100 universes. Picking out weapons-plentiful and magic-corrupted dimensions."
Zane stood.
"Good. I want sorcery, science, suffering. We will conquer them all."
And out beyond, the dark stars pulsed — like drums before a storm.
Asphodel Rex — Throne World of the Ultravoid Empire
Skies above Asphodel Rex glimmered with broken stars and dormant orbital forges. Lightning storms made up of quantum static churned the upper atmosphere, energizing the soul-reactive spires that lined the horizon.
Zane stood tall in his command spire, over the throne spire, scanning the final conquest report of Vorthex-9. The Null Hive spanned the planetary crust, deep into the molten core, all chambers turned into incubation nests, war factories, and data vaults.
But despite all the senseless violence of the Null Hive… they had no humanoid logic.
The insects were perfect for brute force, terror, and lightning invasion.
But Zane required strategy, administration, finesse.
He required generals. Engineers. Diplomats. Strategists. Commanders.
He required. Ricks.
But not these.
Not the snobbish, drunken shells obsessed with self-immolation.
No — Zane would build his own strain.
Operation: Infinite Genesis Protocol
Eris: "Clone Matrix Alpha to Omega online. All six Clone Planets operational. Estimated yield: Infinite."
Zane stepped into the center of the Grand Genetic Spire, a building built from living data-tissue and engraved with the original DNA strands of Rick Sanchez. The DNA shimmered in the air like golden ribbons.
But Zane was not interested in just making Ricks.
"We're not making copies," he said. "We're creating versions."
He incorporated chaos algorithms — complicated bio-variant matrices — and neural randomizers into the cloning software. Gender, personality, orientation, culture, combat reflexes — the lot would be different.
Some of the Ricks were hard-bitten women with war-torn prosthetic limbs. Some were nonbinary biowizards who combined physics and magic. Others were quiet farmers with nuclear hearts.
Each clone appeared different — but all were hard-coded for unshakeable devotion to Zane.
They were not Ricks.
They were Zanites.
The Six Clone Worlds – The Womb of an Empire
Orbiting a collapsed dimension Zane had eaten, six worlds were utilized as Clone Planets:
Fleshforge-1
NeuroCradle-2
VoidGene-3
OmegaVita-4
SolarSkin-5
DarkWomb-6
Each world possessed planetary rings of clone pads — titanic biomechanical machines measuring cities, quantum plasma and Godskin fluid circulating through them.
One clone was created every 13 seconds per pad. Whole armies hatched on a daily basis.
Within five days, each Rick — or Zanite — was prepared:
Trained. Equipped. Mind-linked with Eris. Mentally proven in 1,000 wars.
And equipped with armor that was grown from the psychic bones of older titans.
Army Composition & Empire Structure
Zane's army was no longer a swarm. It was a civilization.
1. Hive Group 155 Million – The Devourers
Continuing to work with the Null Hive template, this force possessed the endless hordes of insectoid warriors. Their assignment: shock and consume.
Each wave utilized organ-weapons, flesh artillery, and hive ships.
They broke resistance, caused chaos, and opened the gates.
2. Zanite Forces – Conquest's Humanoid Arm
The Zanite Clones were structured into Three Mega-Districts:
A. Military District
Mission: Universal war, planetary conquest, tactical sieges, advanced field ops.
Structure:
Supreme Warlord Rank (1) – Zane is the sole possessor.
High Generals – Each of them commands a Galactic Front.
Division Commanders – Each is in charge of a Division.
Sub-Divisions – Specialized forces: Assault, PsyOps, BioHazards, Chrono-Troopers, Dimensional Annihilators.
Each Sub-Division had evolved their own tactics, weapons, and fleet formations. Each division was an independent war machine.
B. Navy District
Purpose: Interdimensional travel, fleet command, orbital superiority, and border patrol.
Structure:
Admirals – Command of interstellar fleets.
Sub-Fleet Captains – Command space-born horrors, wormhole vessels, reality-frigates.
Void Crafters – Build new ships out of living material, star metal, and gravity dust.
Their ships may phase through chronologies, fire planetbreakers, or vomit Null Hive clouds in the midst of warp.
C. Civilian District
Purpose: Civilization-building, ruling, culture, science, commerce, and economic warfare.
Structure:
Civil Governors – Rule planets.
District Designers – Map whole realities.
Soul Economists – Trade in psychic currency.
Cultural Strategists – Destroy enemy cultures from the inside.
These Ricks (and non-Ricks) oversaw the infrastructure of Zane's growing empire — building cities from dead worlds, black holes into power generation, time loops cultivated for unlimited resources.
Internal Ranks Across All Districts
Every Sub-Division had its own internal hierarchical structure, but there were shared imperial ranks:
Initiate Class
Operative Class
Commander Class
Architect Class
Overlord Class
Promotions were not political, but based on results. War was won. Worlds were conquered. Tech was unleashed.
Zane commanded it all.
And no one in his contained universe had any idea what was coming.
Security Measures
Zane employed Godlock Encryption:
Clone data was sealed within Quantum Skull Relays, accessed by Eris and Zane alone.
Each Clone World was hidden within folded sub-dimensions, only Zane able to unfold.
A multiversal "decoy feed" was activated — making the clone worlds appear dead boulders in other universes.
The Ritual of Legion Activation
Zane stood before the initial 1 billion Zanite duplicates.
They all stood silently upon the bio-crystal plateaus of VoidGene-3, under skies slashed with time-storms.
He raised his hand — and a lightning bolt of awareness ran through them.
"You are not Rick."
"You are stronger."
"You are my Legion."
"You are Zanite."
"We burn universes. and we remake them as gods."
They all let out a single roar:
"ZANE ETERNAL."
Last Orders of Chapter 2
Eris: "Invasion schedule planned. Sixty-three multiverses mapped. Eighty-seven resistance governments targeted. Three Citadel proxies identified."
Zane stepped into the command room.
"Send Hive Group 155 Million out. Mobilize the war armies of Zanite. Start mass civilization construction on Worlds 7–12.
Let the multiverse hear.
the Ultravoid Empire emerges."